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Hello ! I hope you're doing well :)

I just re-read the last chapter of THUYW (👌🏼💖 btw) and I wondered if you could elaborate on the whole president ceremony stuff they do in the basement 🥹. If you're interested, you can write it however you want but here's an inspiration if you need it : i'm pretty sure they filmed it because they are who they are and one of them could send it to the reader and she would watch all the filth Ari did (I love this man).

Anyway, write it if you're interested, no pressure of course.

Have a nice day 🌟 and i hope your pillow stay cold on both sides.

okay, okay, okay. WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS! 

first of all, the way that i gasped when i read that idea about it being recorded! omg, your brain is delicious! 

and second of all, i have a lot of little thoughts about it, but they're pretty hazy, plus i'd love to hear other people's thoughts and ideas, you know, let's brainstorm a bit together!

so, here are the thoughts currently scribbled down in my notes:

the only way it's been officially described in the au is that it's in the basement and “the ceremony they held each time a new president of the frat had to earn his crown.”

now that could mean many many different things....

maybe it involves one or multiple call girls

maybe it's a she's all that situation where the other guys challenge him to make the biggest loser in the school the new campus hottie

or maybe (this is low key a mix of many other ideas i had) it's a bigger checklist that he has to get through...

okay, picture it:

a twist on something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.

something old = a professor

something new = a freshman

something borrowed = steal someone's girl

something blue = blue ball'ing it. he can't cum for a certain amount of time, even though he still has to be a compleate and utter hoe, he just has to pull out and stop every time.

maybe the others are the ones to pick out someone in each category for him to seduce.

another idea i had scribbled down had something to do with a very extreme marathon of an orgy that he had to endure

it could have a dark twist or it could be just hoes being hoes

there's also another idea... it's a ritual... sooooo maybe they're like "omg, we need some virgin blood as a sacrifice or whatever," and so he has to find a virgin, bang her, and if there isn't any dramatic blood as if this was a fair maiden a thousand years ago, then they gotta go find a new one. oops, or maybe it's an orgy because one drop isn't enough.... idk, could be dark, could be delisious...

but also that idea about recording it? yeeeesssss!! that has to be woven into it. maybe every single step has to be documented, every receipt saved, because it's tradition

what do you think? this is just to get the ball rolling, i wanna hear all of your thoughts! maybe we could do some polls or something to figure out this very important and slutty lore

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evening hoes ♡ nsfw THUYW au link under the cut!

i know this is a toy, but it’s giving bucky, making you drool all over him……..

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reading ur farmers hand tyler owens au changed me as a person. and I must say as a native Oklahoman you're very good at not over exaggerating southern stereotypes lol. would adoreeee tyler coming home from a long working day to some shower sex

a/n: oh, yeah that's probably just because i'm from denmark, so i lean more into the farmer side of things rather than the southern american aspect which i am in no way an expert in lol

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“As much as i love coming home to find you’ve broken in–,” Tyler mumbled between kisses as you’d climbed him like a tree before he could even yank his muddy boots off. 

Cutting him off, you scoffed, “I didn’t break in, you gave me a key,” before you let your lips dance down the column of his neck as you held him close. 

“As much as I adore what a burglar you are, you’re killing me here,” he uttered and you swiftly retracted just enough to blink up at him, flashing him your eyes that couldn’t help but flicker with your deepest desires, “please don’t look at me like that,” Tyler tilted his head in a plea, “I gotta go shower this stench off of me.”

A smile then twisted up your lips as you purred, “yeah,” before your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, freeing the bottom from the confines of his waistband, “you do,” and your teeth gently captured your bottom lip. 

“Just give me five minutes, I promise I’ll be quick,” he tried to ignore the tent in his dusty jeans, a mission you didn’t make any easier when you popped open the buttons of his shirt and conjured a groan that rumbled deep down in his throat. 

Gliding your palms down over his exposed chest, your fingers then hooked in his belt loops and offered him a tug as your feet began to shuffle back in the direction of the ajar door to the bathroom. 

“Only five?” you playfully cocked an eyebrow, “alright, I’ll take that challenge…” 

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reading ur farmers hand tyler owens au changed me as a person. and I must say as a native Oklahoman you're very good at not over exaggerating southern stereotypes lol. would adoreeee tyler coming home from a long working day to some shower sex

a/n: oh, yeah that's probably just because i'm from denmark, so i lean more into the farmer side of things rather than the southern american aspect which i am in no way an expert in lol

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“As much as i love coming home to find you’ve broken in–,” Tyler mumbled between kisses as you’d climbed him like a tree before he could even yank his muddy boots off. 

Cutting him off, you scoffed, “I didn’t break in, you gave me a key,” before you let your lips dance down the column of his neck as you held him close. 

“As much as I adore what a burglar you are, you’re killing me here,” he uttered and you swiftly retracted just enough to blink up at him, flashing him your eyes that couldn’t help but flicker with your deepest desires, “please don’t look at me like that,” Tyler tilted his head in a plea, “I gotta go shower this stench off of me.”

A smile then twisted up your lips as you purred, “yeah,” before your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, freeing the bottom from the confines of his waistband, “you do,” and your teeth gently captured your bottom lip. 

“Just give me five minutes, I promise I’ll be quick,” he tried to ignore the tent in his dusty jeans, a mission you didn’t make any easier when you popped open the buttons of his shirt and conjured a groan that rumbled deep down in his throat. 

Gliding your palms down over his exposed chest, your fingers then hooked in his belt loops and offered him a tug as your feet began to shuffle back in the direction of the ajar door to the bathroom. 

“Only five?” you playfully cocked an eyebrow, “alright, I’ll take that challenge…” 

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matt murdock taglist: @junior2428 @rosemary0414 @multifandombliss @itsarajr @fallout-girl219 @skulliecadaver 

matt murdock taglist, nsfw edition: @solarrexplosion @simpforbritgents @starchildren220 @uekarashi 

Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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matt murdock taglist: @22rhianna2006 @snowkestrel @rebeccapineapple  @pigeonmama @buckysugarchick @naabie @solinadarvenel @nutmilky @painsale @prettypr1ncess1 @hawtginge @unclearblur @slickdickwitchbitchh @crymyblood @gigsandshiggles @cryingb4by @bdffsevj @10ava01 @Grubler @deliriousfangirl61 @jaydensluv @vampirewunder @hazzspazidiot @myguiltypleasures21 @buck-nasty @Www-dot-dipshit-dot-com @stargirl-mayaa @for-hearthand-home @chanelxreid-blog @forestsquirrel @runefirestarter @iloveyou3000morgan @f0reignriches @kayden666 @chloepluto1306 @sozvuchiy @pp4scal @namjoohnie @10ava01 @zzbloop @devilmurdock64 @silversword7000 @nommingonfood @donniefreako @sexyvixen7 @elmolovesw33d @skyfallslayer @mimi-moony 

Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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matt murdock taglist: @dark-academia-slut@lorenael3na @bonesbonesetc @siampie @gpenguin666 @xblueriddlex @amberritonicole @princesssterek @schneeflocky @thefrostbandit @marytheweefrenchie @luvr-bunnyy @myguiltypleasures21 @nommingonfood @uncle-eggy @the-b33skn33s @soulmates8 @inconspicuousindo @givemylovetoall @noel-riots @powellssaturn @lorosette @starry-night-20 @c-losur3 @lazyxsquirrel @drmeghanjones @28moongirl28 @gamingfeline @theancientwitch @rogertaylorsfalsettogivesmehives @callsign-ember @cherrygirl444 @imawhoreforu @kawa11-massacr3 @casa-boiardi @haileygarciasunshine @evie-119 @haileygarciasunshine @radiantdanvers @rebel13lion39 @esposadomd @the-dixon-effect @c-losur3 @crowsoundsonly @lobstertalk @rosesandruby @pixviee @silas-aeiou @steviebbboi @danzer8705 

Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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Combat trained reader (fellow vigilante, ex-hydra experiment, whatever) who, sometimes, when Matt needs to blow off steam, will coerce him into a "friendly" sparring match- and whoever wins gets to be in charge. Sometimes it's reader, who spends the night getting matt absolutely pussy drunk, just begging to get you off one more time, whining and pleading when he can manage to put words together. Sometimes it's matt who absolutely manhandles you, needing to be touching as much as possible- hard and demanding until the noise in his head quiets and hones in on just you.

a/n: i INSTANTLY thought of that moment when you sent me this request... oh boy... what I wouldn't give to be nestled in between those thighs...

word count: 1502

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“What? No. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because, we both know it’s a sure-fire way for you to blow off some steam,” you exhaled before cocking your head, “well, that and something else…”

“Sweetheart–,” Matt went on, though when his lips parted once again, your fist was already soaring through the air. Narrowly dodging the throw, he swiftly exclaimed, “hey!”

“Just get out of your head, Matty,” you raised up both your fists, although the stubborn beast before you still stood his ground.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” he refused.

“What, you scared you can’t take me on?” you tried to egg him on, though only caused him to let out a sigh, “come on, it’s just some friendly sparring.”

His fingers briefly floated up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he then pointed out, “you do know that I could just put on my mask and hit the streets if I wanted to brawl, right?”

“You could,” you tilted your head, “but then you wouldn’t be able to immediately follow it up with the only other method that works at getting you to calm down,” a smirk twitched on your lips before you threw another punch, though this time the vigilante was faster and caught onto your arm as he blocked your attempt. Spinning you around, Matt then pinned your back to his chest, making the smile on your lips only widen, “my suggestion is that if you win, then I will do anything you want me to for the rest of the night…” you slowly guided one of his palms down over your frame, gliding it across your covered boobs to get your point across.

“And if you win?” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear.

Dragging his hand further south, you swiftly cupped his touch against your clothed core as you uttered, “then I get to have you whatever way I want…”

Slipping out of his hold just as the touch of your haven caused him to lower his guard, you then whirled around and attempted to kick him, although he dodged once again.

He was hesitant at first, reluctant while you kept on begging him to let go, reminding him of how you could take it, assuring him that he didn’t have to pull his punches. But even so, it took a while before he finally snapped and began to fight back.

However, eventually when you found yourself pinned to the ground with his weight atop of you, when all hope seemed lost, you managed to turn the tides by teasing him, tilting your head up till your lips nearly met, and just as the pending kiss sank into his soul, you flipped him around and straddled his hips.

As you caught his hands and planted them on the floor above his head, a low exhale flowed from his lungs at your victory, “you fucking cheater…”

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased before leaning down to actually kiss him.

And as your fingers stayed enveloped around his wrists, you heard him murmur against your lips, “best out of three?”

“Nice try,” you chuckled as you let the tip of your nose ghost against his own, “but how about you instead just make me cum three times.”

And that’s how you ended up first sitting on his face, with the comfort of your soft thighs trembling on either side of his skull. You remained there till you had him begging to let you cum with something other than his tongue.

As you sank down upon him and his torso rose off the floor, sitting up to be adjacent to you, the manner in which you rode him at times felt more like you were just hugging him. Your pace was slow and gentle as you bounced in his lap, your arms tangled firmly around his frame so that it wasn’t just your cunt that embraced him tight.

“Alright,” you sighed as you rose from the couch, “get up,” you gestured exhaustedly to Matt in the armchair across from you, “come on, up.”

Fume was essentially puffing out of his ears at this point, as if he were a kettle about to start whistling. Slowly, he rose with a sigh, exchanging no further words as you first crossed an arm over your chest to stretch out your shoulder, warming up just ever so slightly before you then lunged at him.

You half expected him to be hesitant this time as well, but just as you tackled him and encouraging words nearly flowed from your lips, he suddenly began to fight back.

Bumping into furniture, a lamp was knocked to the floor from the tornado of your wrestling, though none of the mess managed to put a pause to either of your efforts.

And when the apartment was a mess around you both and you were rolling across the floor, Matthew managed to get a few decent hits in as he lost himself to the scuffle, clocking you across the jaw just hard enough to make your bells ring and grant him the opening to whirl you around, slotting himself in behind you on the floor, and tangling his legs around your head.

With his thighs persistent and flexing against the sides of your neck, the rest of his long legs curved over the rest of your torso, keeping your wiggling at a minimum. The pressure stayed fast as you stubbornly scrambled your brain for a way out of the hold, but just as your lights began to dim, your palm finally shot up to tap against the thick tree trunk of his thigh.

As he unfurled you from the hold, coughs cut up your panting a moment as you waited for your balance to come back to you.

“Well…” you soon uttered breathlessly as fair was fair, “how do you want me, Matty?”

Chest still heaving, his words came out as a whisper as he then murmured, “come here,” before he then grabbed ahold of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

His hands were scorching across your form as he soon plucked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he got up and began to march into the bedroom.

Dropping you down to kneel on the edge of the bed, his grip stayed rooted in the hair on the nape of your neck, fingers close to the roots as he withdrew from the fevered kiss and kept your face dangerously close to his own.

“Take this off,” he commanded in a gravelly tone, faintly gesturing to your clothing as you shared his hot breath. And once you’d scrambled to fulfil his wish, scatting your clothes to the floor, he then hazily pointed to his own attire and added breathlessly, “this too...”

It wasn’t till he was nude as well that he finally lightened his grasp in your hair and let you kiss him once again.

Growling against your lips, his fingers soon swept around to grab your jaw, though when his touch slid across your blossoming bruise, a small wince couldn’t help but rush out of your lungs.

“Are you okay?” he instantly pulled back, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise,” you uttered, confident that you weren’t the only one who’d be sore in the morning after that little match, “now,” you smiled and attempted to shift his focus back upon the matters at hand, “what else do you want me to do? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

And as the corners of your lips curled up, Matt soon mirrored the expression, grinning back at you before he playfully tossed you back onto the bed.

Shadowing you onto the mattress, your feet were up by his face as he then seized your head, and grunted, “open your fucking mouth...” before muffling your whimpers on his cock.

Slobber dribbled out of the corners of your stretched lips and leaked down over his heavy sack as he held your skull with both of his hands, bobbing your head up and down like a fleshlight for him to get off with.

And as he layed back more to rest on the pillows behind him, just as his fingers began to fade from your hair, his legs instead took their place, tangling up around your head and pushing you further down upon his fat dick.

Gagging gently around him, he began to fuck your throat, though kept his strong legs locked around your skull, keeping you down, as his hips below your nose began to move, twisting up and sloppily thrusting deeper into the warmth of your mouth till your brain turned into mush.

He then twisted a bit as one of his hands shot out to split your legs further apart, making room for his touch and he swiftly sought out that little pearl, swirling it under the rough pads of his fingers till your moans vibrated around his cock in your throat.

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the lunch break

buttercup, chapter thirteen

a/n: to quote scarlet envy, simply to get the pot boiling for how this chapter ends: is it me? am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama… maybe I am... am I the villain? I don’t think I’m the villain ;)

summary: “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, semi-public sex, office sex, matt being a bit of a perv but we love that about him, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, handjob, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, pov shift, ends on a cliffhanger (will not clarify any further or it'll spoil the drama hehe)

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“Hello!” you sang as you swung the door to Nelson and Murdock closed behind you, “I come bearing lunch,” you leaned the loosely closed and dripping umbrella up against the nearby wall before you cast your glance around the office. Shifting the bag of sandwiches from the bakery into your other hand, you then spotted Matt behind his desk and noticed how he was the only one currently there.

“Oh,” he swiftly rose from his seat at the sound of your arrival and beamed, “you’re a goddess, thank you.”

“Thought perhaps you guys didn’t wanna venture out into this weather,” your wet hair still dribbled gently as you entered his office, “luckily I like the rain, don’t mind a walk in it,” you smiled as you reached his desk before you then leaned over it to plant a swift peck upon Matthew’s cheek, “where are Fog and Karen?”

“Down at the precinct, talking to a client who got arrested this morning,” his touch briefly floated up to brush against your elbow, “but they should be back soon.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded as you planted the bag down upon his desk, next to a stack of files, “I guess that means you get first dibs on what sandwich you want,” before you opened it up and glanced inside, “let’s see, I brought–”

But since Matt could already smell the choices you’d brought with you, he instead cut you off and said, “oh, the avocado one, for sure.”

“I will never get used to you doing that…” you laughed softly before plucking the wrapped up sandwich he wanted out of the bag and placing down upon the stack of files alongside a few napkins, “wait, can you like–, I mean, you probably can, but if you’re in your apartment, and I’m in mine, can you then, for example, smell whatever I’m cooking?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled gently as he picked up the bundle, a smirk stretching across his lips, “that’s not the only thing I can smell…”

Sucking in a breath as your eyes fluttered up to glance at him, “right…” a faint giggle then bubbled in your throat as heat rose in your cheeks.

“You know,” he then sat down his lunch again, “it was incredibly hard to walk out the door this morning and go to work instead of just breaking down your door to give you a hand,” he uttered in a low timbre as he slowly leaned a tad closer.

Your face then promptly fell as he made you recall the way you’d made yourself cream around your own fingers before you’d mustered the courage to roll out of bed, “y-you–… oh my god… you could–”

“Smell you? Hear you?” he tilted even closer to where you stood, “yeah,” the gap between you steadily shrank, “which is extremely distracting, to say the least.”

“Wait,” you blinked, “so does that mean that every time I’ve touched myself while you’ve been right next door, you’ve known?”

Tilting his head slightly, it took him a second to murmur, “I–… plead the fifth…” although the smirk on his lips continued to beam back at you.

“Oh my god!” you gasped as the corners of your lips slowly twisted upwards, “every single time?”

“Well…” he struggled to decipher how transparent he ought to be.

“Oh my god, Matthew…” you uttered softly as you now noticed the throbbing between your thighs, “I don’t think I’ve ever been as jealous about your funky senses as I am right now,” you murmured, making him laugh before you stole a brief kiss, “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

“Uh…” a breathless chuckle escaped him and caressed your flaming cheeks as he caught onto what you were saying, “hopefully long enough,” he prayed before he then scooped you with him as he sank back in his chair, planting you in his lap as he tilted your features back down for your lips to collide with his own.

Making out, your hips shamelessly grinded down against his rapidly growing hardness, quenching some of the thirst for what you longed for him to give you. Although, your needy rocking didn’t continue much longer as Matt soon grabbed a hold of your bottom and scooped you up so high that you landed on the messy desk before him.

“Off, off, off,” he muttered through his grin as he ripped both your boots and pants off, catching your underwear as well, and tossing them all to the floor before he seized your thighs, scooted you dangerously close to the edge, and dove in like a man starved. And as he ate you out, your eyes rolling in your skull as he messily made out with your cunt, a few words left his lips and vibrated against your puffy clit, “what were you thinking about?”

Breathlessly, you blinked down at him as his tongue parted your petals, “huh?”

Letting go of your little pearl with a lewd pop, he uttered, “this morning, when you made yourself cum. What were you thinking about to draw out all those pretty noises you made?”

“I–, well,” a gasp then expanded your lungs as you felt him fill you up with two of his fingers, “you already know everything else, so don’t you know that as well?”

“I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, as fun as that’d be,” his chuckle tickled your core and caused you to squirm against his lips.

“Well, if you must know,” your chest heaved, “it was you. I was thinking about you,” your gaze fluttered down to his head, stubborn between your trembling thighs.

“Oh, come on, you gotta give me more than that,” he purred between teasing licks, “what were you imagining me doing?”

“It was nothing special, really,” you chuckled lightly before your teeth caught your bottom lip, “I was just thinking back to last weekend,” your legs trembled on either side of his face as he pushed you closer to the edge, “when you came over for dinner,” each zealous caress his tongue lapped against you, and the silky rocks his digits offered you, shoved you closer and closer to that overwhelming high, “and then we almost burned the food because you sank down onto your knees and dis–, dis–…”

“I, what?” he smirked as he tilted away and let his free hand take over his talented mouth’s job, feverously rubbing your clit, “what did I do, huh?”

And as you then tumbled over the edge, it wasn’t till you were panting afterwards that the remainder of your sentence seeped through your moans, “distracted me.”

“Oh right, I do have a bad habit of doing that, don’t I?” he chuckled as his fingers withdrew from your dripping pussy, before he then tilted back in to press a peck upon your overly sensitive clit, your entire frame jumping at the jolt as his lips brushed against your puffy pearl, “see? Here I am, doing it again. Haven’t learned my lesson one bit.”

Balancing your feet on his chair, on either side of his hips, you bent down to shut him up with a kiss.

Although, it wasn’t till the peck faded that you noticed how at some point while he had been making out with your cunt, he’d freed his cock and begun to touch himself to the taste of you.

Reaching down, you enveloped your fingers around his girth, and a low groan flowed from his lungs and tickled your heated cheeks.

“Just for the record,” your face stayed close to his own as you began to stroke his throbbing length, his touch swiftly sweeping up to squeeze your tits through your shirt, “I may not be the best person if you’re trying to receive discipline for your actions, since I happily condone the majority of your so-called bad habits. Just as long as they don’t burn any of my food.”

One of his palms floated up to your jaw before his thumb curved towards your lips, brushing against them before they parted for him, welcoming his digits inside to feel your silky tongue, “right, of course, those priorities make total sense,” he teased, making you giggle around his finger, “as long as dinner’s safe, god forbid anything happens to that.”

“Oh, shut up, you,” you laughed before pushing yourself off of the table and sliding down onto your knees, under the desk and between his thick thighs.

Tracing one of the prominent veins that decorated his cock, your tongue lapped up the side of him before you took him into your mouth.

And as your head began to bob, Matthew’s fingers floated down to gently cup the sides of your face and shadowed your movements as your hot mouth made his moans echo throughout the small office.

One of your hands even slipped down between your own legs to quell the buzzing that had swiftly picked back up.

Although, when your fingers had rubbed your clit raw and as the moan you let out at your high muffled against his dick in your mouth, he swiftly twitching against your tongue.

But as you swallowed his hot load and grinned up at him in bliss, the sound of the front door to the office suddenly ripping open caused you to bump your head against the underside of the table as you scurried to get up and scramble for your clothes.

And as you clumsily pulled your pants back on, you recognised the voices of his colleagues before you then hissed, “seriously, Matt? Did you not hear that they were literally right around the corner? What if they had been just two seconds faster? You should have stopped me as soon as you knew instead of prioritising getting your fucking rocks off!” you grumbled in a hushed tone, though your words weren’t as serious as your half-hearted tone made it seem, since you frankly couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

As you cleaned the bakery’s kitchen, scrubbing and wiping all of the surfaces, a soft hum vibrated in your throat as you purred along with the song that emanated from the small Bluetooth speaker that always rested on the windowsill. The alleyway on the other side of the glass had grown dim as you were now the only one left in the establishment.

A rustle then suddenly found your ears, cutting through the music from somewhere behind you. Although, as you twisted around to investigate, there was nothing to see.

The noise even repeated once again soon there after, however as you this time too couldn’t spot the source, you instead chalked it up to either perhaps being just a sound from the busy city right outside that had seeped into the bakery, or even just your imagination getting the better of your sleepy senses.

But as you then scrubbed a handful of utensils clean, elbow deep in soapy water as your thoughts longingly drifted to your neighbour’s soft bed and his warm arms you so yearned to curl into as soon as you let yourself in to his abode, from out of nowhere, a palm then suddenly clambered down over your mouth and muffled the scream that swiftly crawled its way out of your lungs.

Acting quickly, as fear promptly began to prickle your periphery, you jabbed your elbow back into the stomach of the stranger looming behind you, thrusting it hard enough to send the man stumbling back a step and release you just enough to grant you the chance to escape.

Spinning around, your wide eyes finally landed upon two unrecognisable figures, both in dark suits and slicked-back hair, taking up the space in the kitchen and blocking off every one of the exits, cornering you in.

But then, you slipped one of your dripping hands back into the soapy sink behind you and grabbed the first thing your fingertips grazed. Bubbles accompanied the water that splashed in an arc as you then swung the metal ladle against the closest one’s head.

The desperate attempt, however, only managed to stun the guy for but a moment, before his partner then swooped in as you tried to slip past, snatching you up and covering your mouth back up as you continued to shout.

And though you tried with all of your might as the both of them got their hands on you, kicking and punching to get out of their overpowering hold, you just couldn’t wiggle free.

Tears streamed down your face as they swiftly kicked the back door open and tossed you into a dark van that was parked in the shadows of the alleyway right outside.

Matt’s POV

“Hello?”

“Matthew? Hey, it’s Howard, Y/n’s uncle,” Matt heard emanate from his phone, “sorry to call you like this, but we just wanted to check and see if Y/n by chance is with you?”

“Oh, uhm, no, she’s not,” he uttered with a furrowed brow as his heartbeat began to pick up, “is everything alright?”

“I think so, she’s just not picking up her phone, and when we arrived at the bakery this morning, it was a complete mess, nothing was pack away in the fridge, things weren’t cleaned,” Howard uttered, “so we just assumed that maybe you had stopped by and–, you know…”

While the baker’s voice was buzzing through the phone, Matt’s feet shifted to swiftly exit his apartment and enter your own, even though he could already hear through the walls that you weren’t in there.

“Uhm…” Matthew’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he shut his own door behind him once again, “…you know what, I’ll call you back, alright? Leave it to me, I’ll find her, I promise.”

As he then hung up the phone, his feet stayed rooted a moment as he sucked in a breath and felt as if the walls might collapse down around him. But after merely a second had passed, his frame then snapped into action, marching across his apartment as his fingers began to tear at the buttons of his shirt before he ripped open the closet beneath the staircase that led up towards the roof, and yanked out the trunk that hid inside.

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the lunch break

buttercup, chapter thirteen

a/n: to quote scarlet envy, simply to get the pot boiling for how this chapter ends: is it me? am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama… maybe I am... am I the villain? I don’t think I’m the villain ;)

summary: “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, semi-public sex, office sex, matt being a bit of a perv but we love that about him, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, handjob, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, pov shift, ends on a cliffhanger (will not clarify any further or it'll spoil the drama hehe)

word count: 2374

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“Hello!” you sang as you swung the door to Nelson and Murdock closed behind you, “I come bearing lunch,” you leaned the loosely closed and dripping umbrella up against the nearby wall before you cast your glance around the office. Shifting the bag of sandwiches from the bakery into your other hand, you then spotted Matt behind his desk and noticed how he was the only one currently there.

“Oh,” he swiftly rose from his seat at the sound of your arrival and beamed, “you’re a goddess, thank you.”

“Thought perhaps you guys didn’t wanna venture out into this weather,” your wet hair still dribbled gently as you entered his office, “luckily I like the rain, don’t mind a walk in it,” you smiled as you reached his desk before you then leaned over it to plant a swift peck upon Matthew’s cheek, “where are Fog and Karen?”

“Down at the precinct, talking to a client who got arrested this morning,” his touch briefly floated up to brush against your elbow, “but they should be back soon.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded as you planted the bag down upon his desk, next to a stack of files, “I guess that means you get first dibs on what sandwich you want,” before you opened it up and glanced inside, “let’s see, I brought–”

But since Matt could already smell the choices you’d brought with you, he instead cut you off and said, “oh, the avocado one, for sure.”

“I will never get used to you doing that…” you laughed softly before plucking the wrapped up sandwich he wanted out of the bag and placing down upon the stack of files alongside a few napkins, “wait, can you like–, I mean, you probably can, but if you’re in your apartment, and I’m in mine, can you then, for example, smell whatever I’m cooking?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled gently as he picked up the bundle, a smirk stretching across his lips, “that’s not the only thing I can smell…”

Sucking in a breath as your eyes fluttered up to glance at him, “right…” a faint giggle then bubbled in your throat as heat rose in your cheeks.

“You know,” he then sat down his lunch again, “it was incredibly hard to walk out the door this morning and go to work instead of just breaking down your door to give you a hand,” he uttered in a low timbre as he slowly leaned a tad closer.

Your face then promptly fell as he made you recall the way you’d made yourself cream around your own fingers before you’d mustered the courage to roll out of bed, “y-you–… oh my god… you could–”

“Smell you? Hear you?” he tilted even closer to where you stood, “yeah,” the gap between you steadily shrank, “which is extremely distracting, to say the least.”

“Wait,” you blinked, “so does that mean that every time I’ve touched myself while you’ve been right next door, you’ve known?”

Tilting his head slightly, it took him a second to murmur, “I–… plead the fifth…” although the smirk on his lips continued to beam back at you.

“Oh my god!” you gasped as the corners of your lips slowly twisted upwards, “every single time?”

“Well…” he struggled to decipher how transparent he ought to be.

“Oh my god, Matthew…” you uttered softly as you now noticed the throbbing between your thighs, “I don’t think I’ve ever been as jealous about your funky senses as I am right now,” you murmured, making him laugh before you stole a brief kiss, “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

“Uh…” a breathless chuckle escaped him and caressed your flaming cheeks as he caught onto what you were saying, “hopefully long enough,” he prayed before he then scooped you with him as he sank back in his chair, planting you in his lap as he tilted your features back down for your lips to collide with his own.

Making out, your hips shamelessly grinded down against his rapidly growing hardness, quenching some of the thirst for what you longed for him to give you. Although, your needy rocking didn’t continue much longer as Matt soon grabbed a hold of your bottom and scooped you up so high that you landed on the messy desk before him.

“Off, off, off,” he muttered through his grin as he ripped both your boots and pants off, catching your underwear as well, and tossing them all to the floor before he seized your thighs, scooted you dangerously close to the edge, and dove in like a man starved. And as he ate you out, your eyes rolling in your skull as he messily made out with your cunt, a few words left his lips and vibrated against your puffy clit, “what were you thinking about?”

Breathlessly, you blinked down at him as his tongue parted your petals, “huh?”

Letting go of your little pearl with a lewd pop, he uttered, “this morning, when you made yourself cum. What were you thinking about to draw out all those pretty noises you made?”

“I–, well,” a gasp then expanded your lungs as you felt him fill you up with two of his fingers, “you already know everything else, so don’t you know that as well?”

“I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, as fun as that’d be,” his chuckle tickled your core and caused you to squirm against his lips.

“Well, if you must know,” your chest heaved, “it was you. I was thinking about you,” your gaze fluttered down to his head, stubborn between your trembling thighs.

“Oh, come on, you gotta give me more than that,” he purred between teasing licks, “what were you imagining me doing?”

“It was nothing special, really,” you chuckled lightly before your teeth caught your bottom lip, “I was just thinking back to last weekend,” your legs trembled on either side of his face as he pushed you closer to the edge, “when you came over for dinner,” each zealous caress his tongue lapped against you, and the silky rocks his digits offered you, shoved you closer and closer to that overwhelming high, “and then we almost burned the food because you sank down onto your knees and dis–, dis–…”

“I, what?” he smirked as he tilted away and let his free hand take over his talented mouth’s job, feverously rubbing your clit, “what did I do, huh?”

And as you then tumbled over the edge, it wasn’t till you were panting afterwards that the remainder of your sentence seeped through your moans, “distracted me.”

“Oh right, I do have a bad habit of doing that, don’t I?” he chuckled as his fingers withdrew from your dripping pussy, before he then tilted back in to press a peck upon your overly sensitive clit, your entire frame jumping at the jolt as his lips brushed against your puffy pearl, “see? Here I am, doing it again. Haven’t learned my lesson one bit.”

Balancing your feet on his chair, on either side of his hips, you bent down to shut him up with a kiss.

Although, it wasn’t till the peck faded that you noticed how at some point while he had been making out with your cunt, he’d freed his cock and begun to touch himself to the taste of you.

Reaching down, you enveloped your fingers around his girth, and a low groan flowed from his lungs and tickled your heated cheeks.

“Just for the record,” your face stayed close to his own as you began to stroke his throbbing length, his touch swiftly sweeping up to squeeze your tits through your shirt, “I may not be the best person if you’re trying to receive discipline for your actions, since I happily condone the majority of your so-called bad habits. Just as long as they don’t burn any of my food.”

One of his palms floated up to your jaw before his thumb curved towards your lips, brushing against them before they parted for him, welcoming his digits inside to feel your silky tongue, “right, of course, those priorities make total sense,” he teased, making you giggle around his finger, “as long as dinner’s safe, god forbid anything happens to that.”

“Oh, shut up, you,” you laughed before pushing yourself off of the table and sliding down onto your knees, under the desk and between his thick thighs.

Tracing one of the prominent veins that decorated his cock, your tongue lapped up the side of him before you took him into your mouth.

And as your head began to bob, Matthew’s fingers floated down to gently cup the sides of your face and shadowed your movements as your hot mouth made his moans echo throughout the small office.

One of your hands even slipped down between your own legs to quell the buzzing that had swiftly picked back up.

Although, when your fingers had rubbed your clit raw and as the moan you let out at your high muffled against his dick in your mouth, he swiftly twitching against your tongue.

But as you swallowed his hot load and grinned up at him in bliss, the sound of the front door to the office suddenly ripping open caused you to bump your head against the underside of the table as you scurried to get up and scramble for your clothes.

And as you clumsily pulled your pants back on, you recognised the voices of his colleagues before you then hissed, “seriously, Matt? Did you not hear that they were literally right around the corner? What if they had been just two seconds faster? You should have stopped me as soon as you knew instead of prioritising getting your fucking rocks off!” you grumbled in a hushed tone, though your words weren’t as serious as your half-hearted tone made it seem, since you frankly couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

As you cleaned the bakery’s kitchen, scrubbing and wiping all of the surfaces, a soft hum vibrated in your throat as you purred along with the song that emanated from the small Bluetooth speaker that always rested on the windowsill. The alleyway on the other side of the glass had grown dim as you were now the only one left in the establishment.

A rustle then suddenly found your ears, cutting through the music from somewhere behind you. Although, as you twisted around to investigate, there was nothing to see.

The noise even repeated once again soon there after, however as you this time too couldn’t spot the source, you instead chalked it up to either perhaps being just a sound from the busy city right outside that had seeped into the bakery, or even just your imagination getting the better of your sleepy senses.

But as you then scrubbed a handful of utensils clean, elbow deep in soapy water as your thoughts longingly drifted to your neighbour’s soft bed and his warm arms you so yearned to curl into as soon as you let yourself in to his abode, from out of nowhere, a palm then suddenly clambered down over your mouth and muffled the scream that swiftly crawled its way out of your lungs.

Acting quickly, as fear promptly began to prickle your periphery, you jabbed your elbow back into the stomach of the stranger looming behind you, thrusting it hard enough to send the man stumbling back a step and release you just enough to grant you the chance to escape.

Spinning around, your wide eyes finally landed upon two unrecognisable figures, both in dark suits and slicked-back hair, taking up the space in the kitchen and blocking off every one of the exits, cornering you in.

But then, you slipped one of your dripping hands back into the soapy sink behind you and grabbed the first thing your fingertips grazed. Bubbles accompanied the water that splashed in an arc as you then swung the metal ladle against the closest one’s head.

The desperate attempt, however, only managed to stun the guy for but a moment, before his partner then swooped in as you tried to slip past, snatching you up and covering your mouth back up as you continued to shout.

And though you tried with all of your might as the both of them got their hands on you, kicking and punching to get out of their overpowering hold, you just couldn’t wiggle free.

Tears streamed down your face as they swiftly kicked the back door open and tossed you into a dark van that was parked in the shadows of the alleyway right outside.

Matt’s POV

“Hello?”

“Matthew? Hey, it’s Howard, Y/n’s uncle,” Matt heard emanate from his phone, “sorry to call you like this, but we just wanted to check and see if Y/n by chance is with you?”

“Oh, uhm, no, she’s not,” he uttered with a furrowed brow as his heartbeat began to pick up, “is everything alright?”

“I think so, she’s just not picking up her phone, and when we arrived at the bakery this morning, it was a complete mess, nothing was pack away in the fridge, things weren’t cleaned,” Howard uttered, “so we just assumed that maybe you had stopped by and–, you know…”

While the baker’s voice was buzzing through the phone, Matt’s feet shifted to swiftly exit his apartment and enter your own, even though he could already hear through the walls that you weren’t in there.

“Uhm…” Matthew’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he shut his own door behind him once again, “…you know what, I’ll call you back, alright? Leave it to me, I’ll find her, I promise.”

As he then hung up the phone, his feet stayed rooted a moment as he sucked in a breath and felt as if the walls might collapse down around him. But after merely a second had passed, his frame then snapped into action, marching across his apartment as his fingers began to tear at the buttons of his shirt before he ripped open the closet beneath the staircase that led up towards the roof, and yanked out the trunk that hid inside.

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the lunch break

buttercup, chapter thirteen

a/n: to quote scarlet envy, simply to get the pot boiling for how this chapter ends: is it me? am I the drama? I don’t think I’m the drama… maybe I am... am I the villain? I don’t think I’m the villain ;)

summary: “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, semi-public sex, office sex, matt being a bit of a perv but we love that about him, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, handjob, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms, pov shift, ends on a cliffhanger (will not clarify any further or it'll spoil the drama hehe)

word count: 2374

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“Hello!” you sang as you swung the door to Nelson and Murdock closed behind you, “I come bearing lunch,” you leaned the loosely closed and dripping umbrella up against the nearby wall before you cast your glance around the office. Shifting the bag of sandwiches from the bakery into your other hand, you then spotted Matt behind his desk and noticed how he was the only one currently there.

“Oh,” he swiftly rose from his seat at the sound of your arrival and beamed, “you’re a goddess, thank you.”

“Thought perhaps you guys didn’t wanna venture out into this weather,” your wet hair still dribbled gently as you entered his office, “luckily I like the rain, don’t mind a walk in it,” you smiled as you reached his desk before you then leaned over it to plant a swift peck upon Matthew’s cheek, “where are Fog and Karen?”

“Down at the precinct, talking to a client who got arrested this morning,” his touch briefly floated up to brush against your elbow, “but they should be back soon.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded as you planted the bag down upon his desk, next to a stack of files, “I guess that means you get first dibs on what sandwich you want,” before you opened it up and glanced inside, “let’s see, I brought–”

But since Matt could already smell the choices you’d brought with you, he instead cut you off and said, “oh, the avocado one, for sure.”

“I will never get used to you doing that…” you laughed softly before plucking the wrapped up sandwich he wanted out of the bag and placing down upon the stack of files alongside a few napkins, “wait, can you like–, I mean, you probably can, but if you’re in your apartment, and I’m in mine, can you then, for example, smell whatever I’m cooking?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled gently as he picked up the bundle, a smirk stretching across his lips, “that’s not the only thing I can smell…”

Sucking in a breath as your eyes fluttered up to glance at him, “right…” a faint giggle then bubbled in your throat as heat rose in your cheeks.

“You know,” he then sat down his lunch again, “it was incredibly hard to walk out the door this morning and go to work instead of just breaking down your door to give you a hand,” he uttered in a low timbre as he slowly leaned a tad closer.

Your face then promptly fell as he made you recall the way you’d made yourself cream around your own fingers before you’d mustered the courage to roll out of bed, “y-you–… oh my god… you could–”

“Smell you? Hear you?” he tilted even closer to where you stood, “yeah,” the gap between you steadily shrank, “which is extremely distracting, to say the least.”

“Wait,” you blinked, “so does that mean that every time I’ve touched myself while you’ve been right next door, you’ve known?”

Tilting his head slightly, it took him a second to murmur, “I–… plead the fifth…” although the smirk on his lips continued to beam back at you.

“Oh my god!” you gasped as the corners of your lips slowly twisted upwards, “every single time?”

“Well…” he struggled to decipher how transparent he ought to be.

“Oh my god, Matthew…” you uttered softly as you now noticed the throbbing between your thighs, “I don’t think I’ve ever been as jealous about your funky senses as I am right now,” you murmured, making him laugh before you stole a brief kiss, “…how long did you say it’d be till the others get back?”

“Uh…” a breathless chuckle escaped him and caressed your flaming cheeks as he caught onto what you were saying, “hopefully long enough,” he prayed before he then scooped you with him as he sank back in his chair, planting you in his lap as he tilted your features back down for your lips to collide with his own.

Making out, your hips shamelessly grinded down against his rapidly growing hardness, quenching some of the thirst for what you longed for him to give you. Although, your needy rocking didn’t continue much longer as Matt soon grabbed a hold of your bottom and scooped you up so high that you landed on the messy desk before him.

“Off, off, off,” he muttered through his grin as he ripped both your boots and pants off, catching your underwear as well, and tossing them all to the floor before he seized your thighs, scooted you dangerously close to the edge, and dove in like a man starved. And as he ate you out, your eyes rolling in your skull as he messily made out with your cunt, a few words left his lips and vibrated against your puffy clit, “what were you thinking about?”

Breathlessly, you blinked down at him as his tongue parted your petals, “huh?”

Letting go of your little pearl with a lewd pop, he uttered, “this morning, when you made yourself cum. What were you thinking about to draw out all those pretty noises you made?”

“I–, well,” a gasp then expanded your lungs as you felt him fill you up with two of his fingers, “you already know everything else, so don’t you know that as well?”

“I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, as fun as that’d be,” his chuckle tickled your core and caused you to squirm against his lips.

“Well, if you must know,” your chest heaved, “it was you. I was thinking about you,” your gaze fluttered down to his head, stubborn between your trembling thighs.

“Oh, come on, you gotta give me more than that,” he purred between teasing licks, “what were you imagining me doing?”

“It was nothing special, really,” you chuckled lightly before your teeth caught your bottom lip, “I was just thinking back to last weekend,” your legs trembled on either side of his face as he pushed you closer to the edge, “when you came over for dinner,” each zealous caress his tongue lapped against you, and the silky rocks his digits offered you, shoved you closer and closer to that overwhelming high, “and then we almost burned the food because you sank down onto your knees and dis–, dis–…”

“I, what?” he smirked as he tilted away and let his free hand take over his talented mouth’s job, feverously rubbing your clit, “what did I do, huh?”

And as you then tumbled over the edge, it wasn’t till you were panting afterwards that the remainder of your sentence seeped through your moans, “distracted me.”

“Oh right, I do have a bad habit of doing that, don’t I?” he chuckled as his fingers withdrew from your dripping pussy, before he then tilted back in to press a peck upon your overly sensitive clit, your entire frame jumping at the jolt as his lips brushed against your puffy pearl, “see? Here I am, doing it again. Haven’t learned my lesson one bit.”

Balancing your feet on his chair, on either side of his hips, you bent down to shut him up with a kiss.

Although, it wasn’t till the peck faded that you noticed how at some point while he had been making out with your cunt, he’d freed his cock and begun to touch himself to the taste of you.

Reaching down, you enveloped your fingers around his girth, and a low groan flowed from his lungs and tickled your heated cheeks.

“Just for the record,” your face stayed close to his own as you began to stroke his throbbing length, his touch swiftly sweeping up to squeeze your tits through your shirt, “I may not be the best person if you’re trying to receive discipline for your actions, since I happily condone the majority of your so-called bad habits. Just as long as they don’t burn any of my food.”

One of his palms floated up to your jaw before his thumb curved towards your lips, brushing against them before they parted for him, welcoming his digits inside to feel your silky tongue, “right, of course, those priorities make total sense,” he teased, making you giggle around his finger, “as long as dinner’s safe, god forbid anything happens to that.”

“Oh, shut up, you,” you laughed before pushing yourself off of the table and sliding down onto your knees, under the desk and between his thick thighs.

Tracing one of the prominent veins that decorated his cock, your tongue lapped up the side of him before you took him into your mouth.

And as your head began to bob, Matthew’s fingers floated down to gently cup the sides of your face and shadowed your movements as your hot mouth made his moans echo throughout the small office.

One of your hands even slipped down between your own legs to quell the buzzing that had swiftly picked back up.

Although, when your fingers had rubbed your clit raw and as the moan you let out at your high muffled against his dick in your mouth, he swiftly twitching against your tongue.

But as you swallowed his hot load and grinned up at him in bliss, the sound of the front door to the office suddenly ripping open caused you to bump your head against the underside of the table as you scurried to get up and scramble for your clothes.

And as you clumsily pulled your pants back on, you recognised the voices of his colleagues before you then hissed, “seriously, Matt? Did you not hear that they were literally right around the corner? What if they had been just two seconds faster? You should have stopped me as soon as you knew instead of prioritising getting your fucking rocks off!” you grumbled in a hushed tone, though your words weren’t as serious as your half-hearted tone made it seem, since you frankly couldn’t blame him in the slightest.

As you cleaned the bakery’s kitchen, scrubbing and wiping all of the surfaces, a soft hum vibrated in your throat as you purred along with the song that emanated from the small Bluetooth speaker that always rested on the windowsill. The alleyway on the other side of the glass had grown dim as you were now the only one left in the establishment.

A rustle then suddenly found your ears, cutting through the music from somewhere behind you. Although, as you twisted around to investigate, there was nothing to see.

The noise even repeated once again soon there after, however as you this time too couldn’t spot the source, you instead chalked it up to either perhaps being just a sound from the busy city right outside that had seeped into the bakery, or even just your imagination getting the better of your sleepy senses.

But as you then scrubbed a handful of utensils clean, elbow deep in soapy water as your thoughts longingly drifted to your neighbour’s soft bed and his warm arms you so yearned to curl into as soon as you let yourself in to his abode, from out of nowhere, a palm then suddenly clambered down over your mouth and muffled the scream that swiftly crawled its way out of your lungs.

Acting quickly, as fear promptly began to prickle your periphery, you jabbed your elbow back into the stomach of the stranger looming behind you, thrusting it hard enough to send the man stumbling back a step and release you just enough to grant you the chance to escape.

Spinning around, your wide eyes finally landed upon two unrecognisable figures, both in dark suits and slicked-back hair, taking up the space in the kitchen and blocking off every one of the exits, cornering you in.

But then, you slipped one of your dripping hands back into the soapy sink behind you and grabbed the first thing your fingertips grazed. Bubbles accompanied the water that splashed in an arc as you then swung the metal ladle against the closest one’s head.

The desperate attempt, however, only managed to stun the guy for but a moment, before his partner then swooped in as you tried to slip past, snatching you up and covering your mouth back up as you continued to shout.

And though you tried with all of your might as the both of them got their hands on you, kicking and punching to get out of their overpowering hold, you just couldn’t wiggle free.

Tears streamed down your face as they swiftly kicked the back door open and tossed you into a dark van that was parked in the shadows of the alleyway right outside.

Matt’s POV

“Hello?”

“Matthew? Hey, it’s Howard, Y/n’s uncle,” Matt heard emanate from his phone, “sorry to call you like this, but we just wanted to check and see if Y/n by chance is with you?”

“Oh, uhm, no, she’s not,” he uttered with a furrowed brow as his heartbeat began to pick up, “is everything alright?”

“I think so, she’s just not picking up her phone, and when we arrived at the bakery this morning, it was a complete mess, nothing was pack away in the fridge, things weren’t cleaned,” Howard uttered, “so we just assumed that maybe you had stopped by and–, you know…”

While the baker’s voice was buzzing through the phone, Matt’s feet shifted to swiftly exit his apartment and enter your own, even though he could already hear through the walls that you weren’t in there.

“Uhm…” Matthew’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he shut his own door behind him once again, “…you know what, I’ll call you back, alright? Leave it to me, I’ll find her, I promise.”

As he then hung up the phone, his feet stayed rooted a moment as he sucked in a breath and felt as if the walls might collapse down around him. But after merely a second had passed, his frame then snapped into action, marching across his apartment as his fingers began to tear at the buttons of his shirt before he ripped open the closet beneath the staircase that led up towards the roof, and yanked out the trunk that hid inside.

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events: let's go play in the snow together and celebrate 2k | 2.5k sleepover | let’s just knit a little bit and celebrate 3k | meet me for coffee at luke’s and celebrate 3.5k | 4k fic recommendations | let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k | let’s bake something yummy to celebrate 10k | come over for dinner and celebrate 15k

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MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST

collections: AUs masterlist | series collection | halloween collection 2022 | kinktober 2023 | kinktober 2024

events: let's go play in the snow together and celebrate 2k | 2.5k sleepover | let’s just knit a little bit and celebrate 3k | meet me for coffee at luke’s and celebrate 3.5k | 4k fic recommendations | let’s go to a greek island because three men are in love with us and celebrate 5k | let’s bake something yummy to celebrate 10k | come over for dinner and celebrate 15k

a gentle reminder about my writing: i always write y/n in a way that makes sense to me. i am autistic, so whether or not i specify it, y/n is autistic. 

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send me a request

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble