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thought my murdock circle friends might enjoy this one :)
bed chem | m. murdock

a/n: hey guys guess who's back with a matt one shot! i started this a loooong time ago so i decided to finally finish it!! not much to add other than hi guys i've missed you so much and am excited to be back in my writing weird and quirky readers era. so. enjoy!! maybe if anyone's interested in reading a part two, i can write one. warnings: 18+, Smut, lots of flirting and pining, reader being emotionally unavailable and way too insecure, matt being flirty and dom, lots of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, one kid), no one's ever made the reader cum, reader is super effing poor, has two jobs, hates her job, age gap, lowkey just strangers hooking up. lots of teasing, lots of banter, reader says 'hooker' a lot, matt makes you an offer you can't refuse, probably some other stuff i'm forgetting but isn't that kind of our deal by now? wordcount: 4.6k summary: A handsome stranger makes an otherwise dull and annoying night worth your while. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: bed chem - sabrina carpenter "come right on me, i mean camaraderie/said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be/where art thou? why not uponeth me?/see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."
You meet Matthew at a party.
Your story starts like so many do.
Music is playing, people are chattering all around you. More than that, you feel out of place. You clutch your champagne glass immaturely, unsure how you’re supposed to hold it.
How did you get dragged here, anyways?
Wasn’t there some shitty early 2000’s apocalypse movie and an edible that you needed to attend to? Didn’t you long to order shitty bar food and use your vibrator for hours? Wasn’t there something, anything more important than your attendance to this party?
It’s too fancy for you, anyways.
Yeah, sure, your degree sits framed on your wall, but your soul tells you that you’re no academic, that if you wanted to go to a party, you deserve to be at a house party in your shitty neighborhood, the village that raised you, where your mother, the girl who gave you your first hit of a joint, and the teacher that taught you to read still lived, reliving the same high school gossip you’ve known for ten years. You’d be wearing ripped jeans and a too revealing top that your friend talked you into.
Instead, you’re trying to recall facts from your undergrad education that you haven’t thought about, trying to figure out how to impress these people.
Didn’t Ernaux write about the transition from being poor to being an academic? Didn’t she write about—
“You sure like this bar.”
The voice you hear makes you turn your head—You’re faced with a handsome man, red glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. There are whisps of grey in his scruff. He holds a glass of.. Something.. maybe resembling whiskey? You’re not sure.
“I’m sorry?”
And you are. Men don’t really talk to you, and in your brain, maybe this blind man—you assume he’s blind based off his glasses and his cane but you don’t dare say this assumption out loud, maybe this blind man is playing some sort of trick on you.
“You like this bar. You’ve been standing here for a half hour.”
You struggle to find anything clever to say.
So, maybe because it’s all you can think, or maybe because you think it’ll get the handsome stranger to leave you alone, you respond,
“I’m just trying to figure out if everyone at this party can tell I grew up poor or if it’s all in my head.”
And though you’re one hundred percent serious, handsome stranger laughs.
Something sparks. Deep in the confines of your soul where you’ve locked away any routes to passion or excitement, having thrown away the key when you got your mind numbing poorly paid office job.
“I’m Matt.” He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you give him your name. At least you shake his hand properly. “So, if you feel so out of place, why are you here?”
“My boss told me I had to.” You respond, your voice carrying a bored edge as you mention him. “Told me I needed to come to make the company look good, because everyone brings secretaries to this thing to show their appreciation. Like it’s a privilege to have these men talk down to me, to have them coo and aw at my lack of money or maybe my lack of intelligence and have them go,” You lean over to this man who told you his name two minutes ago, and put your hand on his thigh—“Don’t worry honey, I’ll happily sit here and explain basic government systems you learned in eighth grade while you worry about paying your rent because you had to buy a dress for this stupid party and you only make enough money to choose between the dress and your rent,” You explain, your thumb rubbing his thigh for a little extra emphasis on your point.
Matt blushes.
That spark grows.
“Sounds like a nightmare.” He hums.
You withdraw your hand to take a sip of your drink.
“Just exhausting.” You sigh, neglecting to mention that you’re further unable to pay your rent because you had to take off your second job to be here. The job you’ve had since high school. The job you swore to quit one day. “Anyways. I’ve probably annoyed you, Sorry.”
“No, no, I appreciate the honesty. I grew up poor too,” He answers, “And now I feel like part of the problem.” He shrugs.
You look to him. In his finely pressed suit, his expensive scent.
“Prove it.”
His face twists into something of amused confusion.
“Prove it?”
“Yeah. Tell me something only someone who grew up poor would understand.” You request, daring him. He knows this is serious to you, that if he’s lying to you, whatever he hopes to get out of this is not going to happen. So, he sips his drink and goes to the dark corner of his mind to when his dad was alive.
“Well, besides the fact that I grew up in an orphanage,” He starts, and you feel like an asshole, “When my dad was alive, I used to have to do my homework in the laundry mat, moving over our clothes, while he was at work. Then I’d wheel the load home in this laundry basket on wheels.” He told you. You smile, comforted—You can see through the graying hair and fine pressed suit. At his core, he is just like you.
At that shitty house party you don’t go to, he’s smoking a cigarette in a tee shirt and cargo shorts, and you’re just as attracted to him there.
“Alright, I trust you.” You promise. You take another sip of your champagne, looking around the room. The party is starting to dwindle down and bosses are taking their secretaries to dark corners. Your back hurts.
“Good.” He takes a sip of his drink and stands up, leaving the now empty glass on the bar counter. “How much?”
“How much what?”
Matt grins and holds a room key card to one of the many rooms in the hotel above this stupid fucking party.
“How much do you trust me, sweetheart?”
-
His room is on the 8th floor, and it’s.. bigger than any hotel room you’ve ever stayed in. It’s clean, the lights are warm, and you’re pretty sure you could sink right through the bed. You step into the room and find yourself taking off your heels, with no real idea if you were allowed to stay the night.
“Nice place,” You admire, and you predict his words before he says it,
“Thanks. Smells pretty fancy, I guess.” He shrugs. He listens to as you jump onto the bed, stretching out. Matt slips out of his shoes, and he lays next to you, groaning a bit as he lays down.
“Can I ask you something?” You wonder, just admiring his face. Your hand comes up to touch his cheek.
“Anything.” He hums, turning his head to kiss your palm.
“How old are you?” You wonder.
“Forty-two.” He responds, and he goes to say something else, but you lean in to kiss him. But just before he can gratify you, before you can learn the taste of his lips, his hand, quick as lightning, comes up and grabs your jaw, holding you in place, “Really, sweetheart? The fact that I’m forty-two turns you on?” he asks.
You can’t help but defend yourself—
“Well, just kissing you doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m turned on or anything—”
“So if I snuck my hand up this pretty dress of yours, you’d be what? Not soaking wet?”
You just look at him for a long time.
“Okay, what do I have to do to get you to kiss me, instead of just talking to you?”
“Why? I like the sound of your voice,” He smirks, and you roll your eyes. You feel defensive, like he’s making fun of you. Like he knows how badly you want him, and he’s withholding it from you on purpose, just to see you squirm. As your mind starts to spiral, you pull away from him, the lustful heat in your cheeks being replaced by hot, bubbling rage.
“You know what, I don’t need this shit—” You move to get off the bed, trying to find your heels when Matt grabs your wrist—with gentleness he’d use to care for a skittish animal—and pulls you back towards the bed, trying not to laugh when you stumble over your feet, now standing between his legs.
“Stop.” His voice is gentle, but firm. He hears the way you inhale, the way you try to mask your anger. It turns him on. “You really want to kiss me?”
You hesitate to respond—you want to kiss him so fucking badly. You can’t remember the last time you wanted anything other than wanting to pay your rent or wanting a new chair at work.
“Yeah.” You finally breathe. “I want to kiss you so badly.”
“Yeah?” He smiles. “Well, if I ask you a question, are you gonna try to leave again?”
You clench your teeth.
“You just asked me a question and I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” You see him smile.
“Okay, when was the last time you kissed someone?”
“..A while ago.”
“How long ago since someone’s made you cum?”
Your silence is deafening—it’s revealing. Matt starts to chuckle.
“Oh, fuck this—” You turn to leave but Matt pulls you in, and then his hand is on the back of your thigh, pulling you close.
“C’mon, sit on my lap,” He starts, and hesitantly, and admittedly clumsily, you sit on his lap, your legs resting on either side of him, while his hands hold your sides, as if they were made for him to hold. “So, no one’s ever made you cum before?”
“No one except my vibrator.” You say, and Matt just shakes his head.
“I’m a lawyer.” He starts, and you groan, your head tilts back,
“Jesus Fucking—”
Matt’s hand squeezes your side.
“Don’t use the lord’s name in vain, sweetheart—”
“Is this some sort of joke? Am I being—”
Matt comes forward to kiss you, his lips silencing your thoughts. He tastes like whiskey and vanilla, and it eggs you on. You deepen the kiss, any anger or frustration slowly melting. And when he pulls away, his teeth catch your bottom lip and he tugs just enough to drive you crazy.
“Are you going to listen now, sweetheart?” he asks, and all you can do is stare at his pretty pink lips.
“Sure.”
“Good.” He clears his throat. “I’m a lawyer,” he says, “So part of my job is to help deliver justice. And it is..” He laughs a little like his plans to fucking ruin you are funny, “a fucking injustice that no one has ever made you cum. That all you know is some battery-operated thing instead of my fingers or my cock,” He sighs, “So how ‘bout we deliver some well-deserved justice, sweetheart? How’s that sound?”
It sounds like you could die. What is happening? Weren’t you just complaining about how badly you wanted to get away from this whole scene? Why do you want him so bad?
“..Sounds like you have all the power in this situation.”
Matt grins like he knows it.
“Does sound like that, huh? Here, I’ll tell you a secret,” He leans in, his lips grazing your ear, “You have the power here. You say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll stop, and you can stay here for the night, or you can leave, I’ll pay for your cab, or..” His hands begin to gently rub up and down your sides.
You smile. He’s trying to make you feel better, and it’s working.
“Or..?” You prompt.
“Or.. I could teach you how good it feels to cum from something with a pulse. And not something.. battery operated,” and the way he says it, you know he’s repulsed by the idea that your vibrator is the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
And it makes you smile wider.
“My vibrator is very good to me, I’ll have you know.”
“Oh,” He chuckles, “Not nearly as good as I’ll be to you.” He promises.
It’s a big promise.
You just look at him for a long minute, trying to decide. As if there’s even a choice to make. You’d let him break your heart if he asked nicely.
“Can I take off your glasses?” You ask softly, and Matthew nods, and you find yourself taking them off and just holding them for a moment. You stare for a long time, to the point where you start to nibble on the ends of his glasses, and he smiles. He likes how authentic you are. How unable to hide yourself from him you are.
“So, what do you say?”
“Hm..” He suspects you’re fucking with him. “Well, I’d have to—”
“Yes or no?”
“I thought I had all the power here.”
“You do. But I’m running out of patience here, and,” He brings your hand down to his pants so you can feel his bulge, “I am way too hard to wait for much longer.” He confesses. He thinks he might die if he can’t feel you clench around him, so he quietly, desperately hopes you’ll say yes.
“Okay,” You smile, “Alright, let’s do it.”
“Not very enthusiastic—” You inhale, and he knows you’re close to leaving, so he tries to entice you, “C’mon, just.. humor me, sweetheart. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
“Making a whole lot of promises, Mr..?”
“Murdock.”
“Matthew Murdock,” You hum, “Okay, Mr. Murdock. I want you to fuck me, just like you’ve promised. Make me forget all about my vibrator.”
And before the words finish leaving your mouth, his mouth is against yours, swallowing any insecurity you had earlier. His fingers begin to slowly move up and down your sides, and you already know that whatever is about to happen will ruin your vibrator for you forever.
You could see yourself becoming addicted to this feeling, to him, to the feeling of being wanted.. You could feel yourself already slipping down that rabbit hole.
As you kiss him, he lets out this soft moan into the kiss, and in response, your hands come up to play with his hair. You start to roll your hips a bit, as if you want to tease him. Matt’s hands squeeze your sides, and he pulls away from the kiss just for a second.
“Safe word?” He wonders, and you scoff.
“No one’s ever made me cum, you think I have a—Woah!” You cut yourself off, because Matt suddenly flips you over so you’re beneath him against these too expensive sheets.
“So, if things go too far, you’re uh.. you’re gonna say Lava, okay?” He wonders out loud.
“Yeah, Okay,” You nod, “Lava, got it,” and then he’s kissing you again, and his hands are slipping off his jacket, and then he starts to loosen his tie as he kisses you, but then he gives up on that to put his hands on your thighs and then beginning to travel up. You shiver as his hands travel up your dress,
“Pretty fucking dress..” He mumbles, between kissing you silly, “Pretty girl, too..” He mumbles, “Gonna need to rip this dress off you—”
You fully pull away from the kiss to say,
“Rip this fucking dress and I’ll leave so fast,” And Matt knows you’re not joking, but he smiles and says,
“How about I buy you a new one?” He asks, “Or two or three—”
“Oh, my god, just leave the dress intact,” You request, and Matt’s smirk begins to grow.
“Then how about I just fuck you in the dress, huh?” he wonders, “How would you like that, sweetheart?” You nod, letting out a soft ‘mhm’, but Matt shakes his head, “No, no, I gotta hear you say it, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dress. Maybe I will.”
You stare at him for a long moment, wondering where your dignity went.
“Matthew,” You start, “If you don’t fuck me in this dress, I think I’m gonna go crazy. I can’t.. I can’t remember the last time I wanted anything this badly,” You confess, and the words start tumbling out before you can stop them, “I can’t remember the last time anyone made me feel pretty like you have, and I can’t ever use my vibrator again because I already know how much better you’re going to be, and holy fuck¸ yes, it turns me on that you’re forty two and—”
Matt kisses you again, this time only for a short time, because he pulls away after a moment to tell you—
“I think we should work on your dirty talk, but, good. Was it so hard to just do what I asked?”
“..no.”
“Yeah, I thought so.” He says softly, and then his lips are against yours again, while his hands explore, and when his fingers brush over your panties, you moan against his lips, barely registering it as he slips your panties off and stuffs them in his back pocket, because his fingers are caressing your folds, slipping inside you as you moan and writhe beneath him.
“Holy fuck,” You whine, “Matt—”
“Sh, sh, sh..” His lips press a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure the first time someone else makes you cum is on my cock.” He tells you, and he chuckles when he feels your folds flutter around him at that. “I’m gonna fuck you in this dress now, okay?” He wonders, and you nod,
“Yes, please.”
“Aw, pretty girl does have manners under all that brattiness, huh?” He smirks, and before you can retaliate, he kisses you.
When he slowly eases your cock into you, you moan against his lips, and you try to really just feel it. You try to really remember how full you feel, the feeling of Matt’s breathless pants against your lips and skin, the feeling of being wanted by him.. and you know you can’t quit him.
His thrusts begin slowly, and that becomes a feeling you want to remember too. He thrusts into you while burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Wait, hold on, Matt,” but when his thrusts don’t stop, you say, “Okay, Lava,” You offer, and Matt’s thrusts stop, and he very hesitantly pulls his head out of the crook of your neck,
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I just..” Your hands come up to rest on either side of his head, and you just stare at him for a moment, “I just want to memorize your pretty face so I can live in this moment forever.”
Matthew blushes.
You know you’ve won.
You’re not sure what you’ve won, but you definitely feel like you’ve won whatever it is.
Matt presses his forehead against yours and while you stare into his pretty brown eyes, he whispers,
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Then, after a moment, he asks, “Can I keep going now?”
“Yes, please.” Matt smiles and kisses you again as he begins to thrust into you, and you realize how dirty this entire situation is—an older man, still mostly dressed, fucking you in your expensive (rent stealing) dress just after meeting him, and it makes you want him more. Your hands move to play with his hair as his thrusts increase, one hand gripping the bottom of your chin and the top of your neck, the other sneaking up your thigh to rub circles in your clit.
You’ve never felt closer to God.
This is so much better than your vibrator.
Matt can feel you clench around him, and it makes him chuckle, so, in the most condescending tone he can muster when you are being so good for him, he asks,
“Wanna cum, sweetheart?” He wonders, and when you just whine in response, he continues, “C’mon, use your manners, I know you know how to respond properly,” He reminds, and if you didn’t want him to cum inside you so badly, you’d tell him off.. maybe.
“Please,” You manage out, “Yes, I wanna cum,” and Matt begins to kiss your cheeks, your jaw, and your neck, and only after leaving quite the bite mark on your collarbone, does Matthew say,
“Alright, pretty girl, let me feel you cum on my cock,” He says, and you do, and the way you clench around him makes him moan against your skin, his speed increasing, “Fuck.. Fuck, kid, I gotta..” He sighs.
“Inside,” You beg quietly, “I’m on birth control and—”
“Are you.. sure?” He asks, but his voice is shaky from how badly he wants the answer to be yes.
“Yes, please, please—” And before the third please can leave your mouth, he lets out the prettiest moan against your lips, cumming deep within you, filling you in ways you never thought possible. His hips roll a few more times, just to help you through your high (and just a little bit because he can’t think of anything clever to say that isn’t ‘Will you be mine forever so I can keep fucking you like this?’) but after a few moments, he whispers,
“So.. what did you think?”
You feel amazing. You could die happy. You can barely think, so you respond,
“I think I’m gonna throw out my vibrator.” And it makes him laugh, and you think he’s even prettier when he laughs than when he cums, so you kiss him. And in between kisses, you say, “We made a fucking mess,”
And he finally pulls away with a sigh.
“Well..” A smile tugs at his lips, “Wanna.. check out the shower, sweetheart?” He wonders.
“Do I have much of a choice, Mr. Murdock?” You smile.
“Nope,” And before you can say much else, Matt is grabbing you and swinging him over his shoulder to carry you to the most expensive bathroom you’ve ever stepped foot in.
-
In the morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee, and the sound of the shower running again. You slowly blink away your sleep, rubbing your eyes. You have a bit of headache, the consequence of a long night of drinking.. and bad decisions.
You blink, and anxiety begins to well in your chest. Your heart beats out of your chest quickly, and you kind of feel like you can’t breathe. What did you do last night? Well you know what you did, you weren’t that drunk, but if Matt was at that party last night he must’ve been important or—
Your eyes drift over to the side table, and you see a delicious smelling coffee next to an envelope, an envelope that is sloppily marked with your initial, the sign of a blind man attempting to write. You find your bra and then find yourself unable to find your underwear—whatever, you’ll deal with it later, you decide, so you begin looking in drawers and find a pair of Matthew’s boxers. You pull them on, and then take a long sip of the coffee that’s been ordered for you.
Then, you pick up the envelope, and halfway through the sip you stop. It’s an envelope full of cash, it would cover your rent and then some..
So naturally, you put down your coffee and then begin to bang on the bathroom door, hitting it over and over again,
“Matthew! Hey, we need to talk!” You demand, and you hear some shuffling as the shower turns off, and the door opens, and you see Matthew with his hair, and scruff, damp, and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
And you have to admit, in the middle of your anger, he is so hot.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” He smiles, handsome devil. “Everything—”
“What the fuck is this?” You ask, smacking the envelope against his chest, “I’m not a fucking hooker,” and your voice matches how badly you want to smack him.
“I know,” he starts,
“Well, only hookers get left an envelope of cash after they fuck some stranger,” You snap, “And I’m not a fucking hooker.”
“Are you wearing my boxers?” You see him smile.
“Do you think I’m a fucking hooker?”
“Boy, you sure like saying fuck and hooker.”
“I’m being serious,” You remind, “I’m not a hooker. I don’t need your money.”
Matt, although he won’t tell you this, doesn’t need his super senses to know that last part is a lie.
“Can I talk without you accusing me of thinking you’re a hooker? Because I don’t think you’re a hooker, I know you’re a very distinguished young woman, and—”
“Alright, I’m not president, I’m a secretary, relax,” You scoff, and start to move around the hotel room, trying to find your shoes, dress, accessories.
Quietly, it turns him on that you’re so difficult.
“Can you just—” he sighs, finding his own boxers and pants, and then starting to put his button up back on, but it hangs on him without being buttoned up as he sits down. “Can you please sit, so we can talk about this?” He wonders.
You’re still holding the envelope.
“Fine.” You grumble, walking over to the bed and sitting next to him. He’s really hot, so you just admire him, and wait for him to talk.
“I know you’re not a hooker.” He starts, “But I am a lawyer, like I told you last night. And.. I make more than enough money for me,” and You want to tell him he doesn’t need to brag about it, “And.. I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now, but.. I really like you.”
Your face flushes.
“You do?”
He smiles gently.
“I really do. So, here’s the deal, sweetheart—And you can’t get mad at me just for offering, okay?”
“Okay.” You concede.
“Let’s keep seeing each other.” He starts, “Nothing committal, we’ll just hangout, sleep together, I’ll get to hear your pretty noises.. and I’ll pay your rent, and.. and buy you things.” He shrugs.
You blink.
“You want to be my sugar daddy?”
Now it’s Matt’s turn to blush.
“That makes it sound so.. dirty,” he starts, “Which it is.. But you never.. have to do anything, I just.. want to hangout with you. Fucking you will just.. be a nice benefit. A really.. really nice benefit.” He breathes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”
You consider it for a long moment, thinking. You’d be able to quit your shitty second job, the one you’ve had since high school, the one you swore you were going to quit. And last night was amazing. You really do want to throw out your vibrator, but maybe you could convince him to show you some of his favorite toys.
He’d tell you that you are his favorite toy, and then you’d have to fuck him like it was the last thing you’d ever do.
“I’d like that.” You smile, “But on one condition.” You say, and he nods.
“Anything.” He smiles.
“You can’t fall in love with me.” You say, “And I can’t fall in love with you either. We can be friends, and we can fuck, but no being ‘in love’ with your sugar baby.” You request, and he nods.
“Deal.” He holds out his hand to you, “Shake on it?”
Your fingers wrap around his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
“Deal.” You echo. “We won’t fall in love with each other.”
Yeah, let’s see how long that lasts.
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happy pride month to matt murdock who is queer to me (bisexual, pansexual, ace, trans, whatever take your pick i just know he’s not straight)
and also happy pride month to all my lovely friends who are reading this!!
:)
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hi everybody i’ve made ramen and am waiting for it to cool down but who up thinking about matt murdock and his like. neurodivergent gf (not projecting i promise)
like you both can’t do strong smells, tastes, textures, so you tend to avoid it
he gets you lego flowers instead of real ones that way he doesn’t have his sense of smell overwhelmed and you get a fun little project
he has sooooo much fun playing with you because you love being a brat and pushing his buttons until he can’t take it anymore and he really drills into your head who’s in charge here
“talk back to me again, see what happens.”
and omg his neurodivergent girlfriend (you) looooves to correct his (and everyone elses) grammar and proper sentences like. you’re annoying about it. you’re so annoying about it. and matt is always making fun of you it, constantly teasing you about being a know it all, constantly telling you that you don’t get bonus points for correcting his grammar (in the most lovingly way possible— if he ever got the impression that you were upset by it, he’d stop) but your biggest pet peeve is that when people do book titles and movies in quotation marks (“the princess bride”) instead of underlined or italicized (the princess bride) BUT ANYWAYS.
it goes like this:
you’re laying under him, your fingers running down his jaw, really loving the way his scruffy-half beard feels beneath the tips of your finger tips— you love the sensation.
the pads of his fingers begin to swirl around your clit, applying a gentle pressure as he rubs circles.
you’re so fucking close, you’re teetering on the edge of release but you know how much trouble you would get in if you dared cum without matt’s permission.. and you wanted to be good.
“fuck— matt, please, please, can i cum?”
your heartbeat was loud in his ears, thump thump thump, and he knew how badly you wanted it, how badly you needed it.
his lips curled into a devilish smirk.
“can you come?” he asks rhetorically
and you could kill him. if you didn’t need him so god damn badly, you could totally kill him. you know you’re annoying but you can’t help it, it’s like a compulsion sometimes.
“m..may i come?”
he pressed a long kiss to your forehead, and you feel the scratch of his beard along the side of your face, then, he turns to kiss you in the sloppiest kiss of your life, and then, already thinking about all the ways he’d make you ask again and again throughout the night, matt whispers,
“go ahead, sweetheart.”
#so. i had a five hour shift today and all i could think about was that scene from adults i reblogged yesterday.#so that was fun.#matt murdock smut#matt murdock#daredevil smut#matt murdock x reader#daredevil#doe thoughts#matt murdock x you#murdock circle#daredevil fanfiction#charlie cox
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i'll be back!
hi gang, i think we should have a chat.
first and foremost, thank you all so much for the support on the brat tamer fic i wrote recently, i love when you love things i write
but uh listen, i was supposed to meet charlie cox at fan expo Philadelphia on saturday may 17th but there was a mistake with scheduling and he's now going to be there on sunday-- which i cant go to due to a family event i can't miss. its very much not his fault but you guys know i struggle with depression and i wont lie! this has sort of set me back because of how close i was to having something i wanted so badly and have been working towards and tried to do a number of times now--
first world problems, i know, but-- heres the important bit:
im taking a hiatus.
i don't know until when, but for right now, i won't be posting-- i really need to take a while to work on my mental health and some other stuff.
im hoping to be back at some point this summer but im not sure.
for now, take care of yourselves and ill be back when i feel like i have something worth sharing with you guys.
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THE DEER THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!
MOTH!!!!!! THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!!!! OBSESSED!!!!!
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@mewmurdock

@lambmurdock

@pupmurdock

@starmurdock

@bunmurdock

@swanmurdock

@parker-murdock

@bumblebeemurdock

@froggymurdock

@robinmurdock

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did y'all know there was a picture limit on tumblr. found that out today!
@sirenmurdock🧜♀️: Bashful Turtle + Black + Comic!Matt
@starmurdock✨: Amuseables Sun + Light Green + Soft!Matt
@swanmurdock🦢: Bashful Duckling + Dark Blue + Loser!Matt
@mothmurdock🦋: Miff Mothman + Gold + Season 2!Matt
@bumblebeemurdock🐝: Brynnlee Bee + Coffee Brown + Boxer!Matt
@robinmurdock🐦: Birdling Swallow + Plum + College!Matt
murdock circle………………. consider matt murdock buying you a jellycat/plush of the thing in your username (deer, pup, bunny, swan, fox, etc)
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x you#murdock circle#daredevil fanfiction#i miss you guys
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can't be normal about literally anything so here's every member of the murdock circle, assigned a jellycat/plush, a color and a matt murdock thing based on literally nothing but vibes also if i missed anyone let me know!! all photos i found on pinterest/the website the plush is found!!
@bunmurdock 🐇: Blossom Cream Bunny + Pink + Mean!Matt
@fairymurdock🧚🏻: Onyx Dragon + Light Blue + Lawyer!Matt
@foxmurdock 🦊: Bashful Fox Cub + Coral + Rivals to Lovers!Matt
@https-murdock🌐: Amuseables Moon + Dark Purple + Boss!Matt
@jellyfishmurdock🪼: Maya Octopus + Forest Green + Season Three!Matt
@kit-murdock2🐱: Bashful Grey Kitty + Yellow + DD:BA!Matt
@kittenmurdock🐱: Fuddlewuddle Ginger Cat + Silver + Boyfriend!Matt
@lambmurdock🐑: Lollie Lamb + Lavender + Professor!Matt
@parker-murdock🕷️: Ooky Spider + Red + Black Suit!Matt
@pupmurdock🐶: Bashful Black & Cream Puppy + Orange + Sugar Daddy!Matt
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2, MOMENTARILY!!!
murdock circle………………. consider matt murdock buying you a jellycat/plush of the thing in your username (deer, pup, bunny, swan, fox, etc)
#i miss you guys#murdock circle#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x you#daredevil fanfiction
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murdock circle………………. consider matt murdock buying you a jellycat/plush of the thing in your username (deer, pup, bunny, swan, fox, etc)
#deer.txt#i miss you guys#you’re always on my mind#and also i want a deer jellycat/plush sosososooso bad#need sugar daddy matthew#murdock circle
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you guys ever get the distinct impression that you need matt murdock to fuck the frustration and stress out of you?
i don't mean i want him to take his anger out on me, i want him to see how frustrated and angry i am about things not related to him and fuck me until i forget about all of it.
#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock fluff#daredevil fanfiction#deer.txt#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut
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last nights episode made my brainrot so bad i gotta talk to someone about insane and obsessive matt murdock…….
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kinda need to write a fic that’s super insane and fucked up where matt is obsessive and honestly kind of awful to the reader like i’m talking stalking, kidnapping, chasing r through the city when they escape, vicious fucking/mind breaking activities.
this post was brought to you by the detroit become human soundtrack
#deer.txt#doe thoughts#would anyone read that LMAO#matt murdock#daredevil smut#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x reader
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poor thing | m. murdock
NSFW a/n: this is kindaaa a full version of the blurb i posted a couple of days ago because i've been in a mood so uhm. just a lot of horny stuff. the reader is very touch starved and also uses hearing aids. so! have fun with this :)) uhm this got super self indulgent at the end but i think it's pretty good-- not to toot my own horn or anything but uhmmmm enjoy!! warnings: dom/sub dynamics, nicknames, Matt flipflopping between being a soft dom and a hard dom bc i couldnt make up my mind, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, uhhh dirty talk, cursing, reader is suuuuper touch starved wordcount: 4.3k
You have brunch plans for tomorrow morning.
You, Matt, Karen, Foggy and Marci—Nothing but mimosas and French toast.
If you can make it through the night, of course.
Okay, fine, it’s not that dramatic. But sometimes, you think you might die—Right then and there, cause of death? Matt Murdock.
You had planned to stay the night, bringing an overnight bag with you to work. And at around 1 a.m., after a homecooked meal, a movie and sitting curled against his side, the two of you realized you should probably get some sleep.
You brush your teeth in his bathroom, take your medication in his kitchen, and then you go to get changed. You dig through your bag, trying to find your pajamas—Your shorts are here, but not the tee shirt you were planning to wear.
Not in any of the little pockets of your overnight bag.
You twist the shorts in your hands awkwardly, watching as Matt pulls out sweatpants from his drawer to wear.
“Matthew?” You say softly, tilting your head.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He wonders, tilting his head back to you.
“Could.. I borrow a tee shirt? I guess I forgot mine.” You see a smile form on his face.
He shuffles through his drawers, fingers running over tags. Then, he turns back to you, and hands you a black tee shirt. You look at it for a second, reading the text on the front of the shirt. Then you grin.
“My Chemical Romance?” You read. Matt’s face flushes a bit.
“I had.. a bit of an emo phase in High School, okay?”
“That’s all I get? You’re gonna drop that on me and not give me anymore details?” You wonder.
“Let’s just say for a blind man, I am.. very good at doing eyeliner.”
You giggle.
“You’re probably better than I am.” You’re not big on makeup.
“Just go get changed.” He tells you, turning back to his drawer.
You oblige, heading into his bathroom to change. When you slip the tee shirt over your head, you pick the fabric up and put it up to your nose, inhaling his scent. You can’t help yourself. He’s got this very subtle vanilla smell to him. Then, you make your way back to his bedroom, tossing your clothes over your duffle bag.
You stand by the doorway, sort of.. taken back by the look of him. He’s sprawled out in his bed, just in a pair of fuzzy socks and sweatpants. Your face flushes. You’re about to sleep in a boy’s bed—With him in it!
You shake your head, chasing the silly thought out of it.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?” He doesn’t even have his glasses on. When you realize this, your heartbeat picks up. You’ve only been going out for about two weeks, just enough for you to become curious about his eyes.
“This is weird..” You mumble, and his head tilts curiously.
“What do you mean?”
A smile breaks out on your face.
“I don’t know,” You confess, “It’s just.. I can barely handle it when you kiss me in front of our friends, I’m overwhelmed at the idea of like.. cuddling all night.”
“Well, this isn’t in front of our friends.” He reminds. He pats the bed next to him. “Come sit,” He offers. He stays still, as if he’s scared you’ll run off like a skittish animal.
You move to sit on the bed, an inch or two away from each other. Matt’s hand finds yours. You lean your head against his shoulder. Then, you remember something, tilting your head to face him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.
“Matt, I won’t be able to hear your alarm clock go off,” You remind. Your hearing aids will be out while you sleep, and you’re not likely to hear his alarm clock. “We’ll be late and—”
Matt kisses your forehead.
“I’ll wake you up,” he says.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You smile and press a soft kiss onto his lips. He stops, basking in the initiated affection.
You take out your hearing aids, and then melt into the bed, waiting for Matt to wrap his arms around you. He does, his arms snaking around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your next. Then, he says, right into your good ear so you could hear him,
“This okay?”
You smile.
“Yeah.” You promise, your hand wrapping around his arm, squeezing it tightly. You’re kept warm all night. There’s this moment at around three a.m., and your eyes flutter open as you wake up.. rather randomly.
You take a minute to admire Matt’s sleeping figure in the dark. His face is.. peaceful. Your lips twitch up. Then, you lean in and press a soft kiss on his jaw. You’re not used to physical affection.. But you’re doing your best to change that.
-
In the morning, Matt keeps his promise.
He removes his hand from your skin to turn off the alarm clock blaring,
’10:00 a.m.’
His hand runs over your back, since you’re now laying on your stomach, hugging Matt and a pillow. You breath deep, and for a moment, Matt tries to imagine what you’re dreaming about.
Your family?
Your job?
Him?
But, he knows you have to get up soon, so he begins to kiss you—
He starts at your cheek, before moving to your neck, and then, when he reaches your clothed shoulder, he moves your sleeve up your arm, beginning to kiss your arm, as his fingers tease the hem of your shirt, unsure if you’d kill him if that’s how you wake up, when your eyes flutter open.
“Good morning,” he smiles. He talks at just the right level so you can understand him.
“What’re you doing, Matthew?”
“Just waking you up,” He leans down and kisses your arm again. A shiver runs through your body.
“Okay, I’m awake now.” You grin.
“Okay, great,” You lean over and grab your hearing aids, putting them on. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight,” he requests, “My treat.”
“Like.. a fancy dinner or just something casual?”
“Fancy.” He confirms. “Fancy clothes and everything.”
Your heartbeat quickens.
“Kay.”
Matt leans forward and kisses your cheek.
He almost moves to get up, but he stops to ask,
“What were you dreaming about?”
You smile a bit.
“The Taj Mahal.” He laughs.
“The Taj Mahal?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so..”
“Weird? Annoying? Nerdy?”
“Fascinating.”
He takes note at the way your heart races when he says that.
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After brunch that morning, you and Matt split up to go get ready for your date, and you’re mostly successful.
But, you struggle with your eyeliner.. And then you remember something Matt told you last night. So you wait for Matt to get to your apartment. When he does, he comes with flowers. You smile as he kisses you hello, and you take the flowers.
You come back to him as you’re slipping on your shoes.
“I have a favor to ask,”
“Anything,” He smiles.
“Do my eyeliner?” You offer him your eyeliner pen, and he smiles.
“Sit on the couch,” he gestures, taking the pen from you. You sit on the couch, and Matt kneels down a bit, leaning in to feel around your face, getting a good feel of where your features are. Then, he grips the pencil in his hand and uses those handy heightened senses to delicately do your eyeliner.
He smiles when he finishes.
“Okay, all done. Do mine?” He asks, and you smile.
“Sure, how do you want to—” and before you can finish, Matt has moved quickly to sit on the chair before pulling you onto his lap. You let out a squeak, your face red. He grins.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He feigns innocence.
“You’re such a pain.” You huff, and he just smiles, leaning into kiss your cheek. You blush, avoiding looking at him now.
“C’mon, just do my eyeliner for me,” he requests, and you let out a huff as you gently tilt his head up towards you.
“You know you need to take your glasses off, right?”
“I know,” he smiles, and his hand is removed briefly from your waist to take off his glasses. Then, slowly and methodically, you begin applying the eyeliner, trying to ignore how nervous this whole thing is making you.
“Your heart’s beating pretty fast,” He smirks. You bite back a sarcastic comment, and his hand begins to rub up and down your side. You pause your application of the eyeliner to squirm a bit in his lap. “What’s the matter, baby?” he coos.
“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You mumble, your grip on his chin tightening as you finish applying his eyeliner. He smiles and slips his glasses back on, as you climb off his lap. “C’mon, I’m starving—”
“Me too,” he says before grabbing your arm, and pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. His tongue brushes against your lip before slipping inside your mouth. After the initial urge to run away dissipates, you lean into the kiss, only for Matthew to pull away. “Alright, let’s head out.”
You try to find words, but you’re breathless from that kiss. Instead, you betray yourself. You let out this needy little whine, and Matt just smirks.
“What? If you’re whining over one kiss, I can’t imagine how you’ll be later.”
You tilt your head, cautiously. Matt wants to tell you how dog like that is, how it’s easily one of his favorite things about you.
“What do you mean, later?”
He kisses your head, and opens the door to your apartment, gesturing for you to walk out.
“Use that pretty head of yours. What do you think I mean?”
Your face flushes as you take a few steps out of the apartment.
“I don’t know.”
He closes the door behind him, and then his arm takes yours.
“Guess.”
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To you, Dinner feels like it takes a million damn years.
You suspect that’s partially because of the way Matthew insatiably teases you.
His hand stays on your thigh throughout all of dinner.
When he wants you to try something, he gathers the food on a fork and glances to you.
“Open,” he says, and when he puts the fork in your mouth, you bite the food off the fork. “Good pup,” He hums, and of course, you blush.
He licks his lips like he’s quietly begging for a taste, and at some point during the dinner, he leans over the table and asks you quietly,
“Do you think I can’t smell how wet you are, kid?”
So by the time you two get home, it’s all you can do not to get on your hands and knees and beg him for something more than just a couple of teasing words. Maybe that’s what he wants. You’re not sure—Your brain is fuzzy.
You step into Matt’s apartment and toss the jacket that he wrapped around your shoulders onto the couch as he steps in, putting his cane and glasses down first.
“Can I ask you a question?” You finally blurt out.
He smiles, sensing your anticipation.
“Sure.”
“Are we.. are we gonna sleep together tonight?” You can’t help but ask. Matt chuckles gently.
“Do you want to sleep together?”
“Yes, please,” you finally answer.
“Go sit on the couch.” He orders softly, and he hears no objections as you take off your heels before sitting on the couch. He breathes deep and cracks the bones in his neck. He knows you have no idea what you’re in for.
He runs a hand over his jaw, trying to decide how he’ll start. He knows no matter how he does it, he’ll absolutely torture you, poor thing. So, he starts with sitting down next to you, placing his hand on your thigh.
He smirks as you squirm.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He coos softly.
“Oh, you know damn well what’s—”
Matt moves his hand from your thigh to grip your chin.
“Shh..” He starts, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to knock off the attitude,” He demands gently.
“Can’t help it—”
“You haven’t even tried.” He scoffs. “Come on, just be good for me and I’ll make all the thoughts disappear from your pretty little head.” His grip on your chin tightens, and he leans forward to brush his lips against yours. “Answer me.”
“Okay,” You breath out, “Okay, sure, I’ll be good,” You promise, and Matt kisses you in approval. But he doesn’t pull away after a moment. Instead, his hands move to cup your cheeks. He deepens the kiss and doesn’t stop you as you reposition yourself, now sitting on his lap.
His hand trails down, beginning to massage your thighs as you kiss him. He can smell how wet you are, hear how fast your heart is beating.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips again, so that he can explore your mouth. He studies it like its his damn job, and he relishes in the tiny gasps and moans that he’s able to draw out of you.
You begin rocking your hips against him, and his hands move to your hips, holding you in place. He pulls away from the kiss, and is met with your whining.
“What’d I tell you about the attitude?” He wonders, and you bite your lip, just desperate for him to continue. One hand releases your hip and reaches up to tug your hair. You let out a whimper. “Answer me.” His voice is steady, but deep—He knows exactly the effect he has over you.
“To stop it,” You answer, and he clicks his tongue. You try not to react, but Matt smirks at your attempt at self-control.
“Poor thing,” He coos, “You just need someone to take care of you, huh? Order you around, fuck you dumb..” He hums. When you squirm a bit in his lap, Matt decides to kiss you again, wanting you as brainless as he can get you.
He slowly pulls away, and he takes a second to stop, to catch his breath. He knows you need the second too, so he just inhales as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat, anxiously awaiting his next move.
“If you want to stop, you just say ‘Lava’. Got it?”
“Lava, got it.” You know he’s looking for verbal affirmation, that you understand what’s about to happen might get.. less than vanilla. He nods, and places an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your lips.
“Take your dress off,” He commands softly, “And then get on your knees for me.”
For a moment, you contemplate being bratty. You contemplate not following his order. But, you decide against it. You stand and slip out of your dress, left in just your jewelry, underwear and pretty makeup.
You kneel between his legs and watch as his lips form this smile that makes your stomach churn.
“Good dog,” and he chuckles when you lean your head against his thigh. “Poor thing,” He repeats his early sentiment, before he stands up. He takes a step towards his bedroom, and then, his hand comes down to pet your hair—
Before he grips it, starting to pull you by your hair all the way to his bedroom, listening as you whimper, trying to keep up with him. When he releases your hair, you pant softly from the pain as you sit next to his bed, watching as Matt unties his tie, wrapping it around his hand like you would a bandage.
“Sorry, honey,” he coos, suddenly soft, “That was mean, wasn’t it?” He wonders, and you pause, not sure if he wants you to actually answer. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Go ahead, you can answer.”
“Yeah, it was,” You finally answer, “The fuck did you do that for?” Matt lets out this dry chuckle.
“There’s that attitude again,” He hums. He leans down and effortlessly scoops you up with his arms and puts you on his bed, “Yeah. I was mean.” He nods, “Let me make it up to you?” He’s not really asking for your permission, and he proves that by grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to stop being mean to me?” You wonder, and he can’t help the smile that forms on his face.
“Oh, sweetheart,” He moves to lean closer to you, before unwrapping the tie from his hand and then, he ties it around your head, making sure to lay it right over your eyes. “I never promised that. I just promised I’d make it up to you. Ask how I’ll do that.”
You inhale and exhale, a little thrown out of the moment.
“How?” You ask, desperately in love with him either way.
“I’m gonna ruin that pretty eyeliner,” He kneels between your legs.
“How are you—” You gasp when he pulls down your underwear quickly, slipping it down to your ankles, and then throwing them to the side.
“You’re a smart kid, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” He says, before leaning in to lick a stripe across your cunt. Then, he starts to lick and suck on your folds, devouring you. You moan loudly, hands finding his hair as you try to get used to the feeling.
And after a couple of moments of eating you out, You do get used to it, and you absolutely melt into the bed, suddenly forgiving him for all his mean moments earlier. You’d forgive anything he did if he just stays on his knees, eating you out.
His fingers come up to your clit to gently rub circles into it, before moving his fingers to slip right between your folds, relishing in the way you whine, in the sound of your moans. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you.
He licks stripe after stripe into your cunt, his scruff scratching your thighs as he eats you out. You pull and tug at his hair.
“I’m—I’m close,” You finally manage to gasp out,
Matt just hums out an, ‘Mhm’, too busy lapping up your juices on his tongue. His nose brushes against your clit, and you’re suddenly coming undone as his licks your juices up. You ride out your high with Matt’s face between your thighs.
After a couple of minutes, he slowly comes up for air, head tilting upwards.
“Feeling okay?” his voice is soft now.
“Yeah,” You breath with a breathy sigh. “Just.. thinking.” Your hands absentmindedly comb through his hair.
“’Bout what, baby?” He asks, and leans in, pressing a kiss to your clit. When you whine, he coos mockingly, “Aw, poor thing.. Answer the question.”
“..You.” You try, and he scoffs, before biting your thigh.
“Try again, brat.”
You blush.
“It’s embarrassing!”
“I just buried my face in your pretty pussy and you’re worried about an embarrassing thought?” Matt asks, and you huff.
“Well, when you put it that way—” He bites your thigh again. “Fine! Fine,” You huff. “I’m thinking about the seven wonders of the world.”
A beat.
Matt lets out a low chuckle, and your face flushes.
“Matthew!”
“What? I can’t help it,” He giggles, and as you start to move away, but he grips your thighs and pulls you closer, “Okay, okay. What about the seven wonders of the world?”
“I’ll tell you if you take off the blindfold.”
“Oh,” He lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, poor thing, this isn’t a negotiation.”
“Seems like it is—” He scoffs at this, “It is! You’re the one on your knees, I’ve already came, seems like I have a bit of leverage here—”
Matt rolls his eyes, and stands up, his hand coming up to your head to the blindfold. He pulls it off and takes just a second to brush hair from your face. Then, he wraps the tie around your neck. He pulls a bit, just snuggly tugging and applying a bit of pressure. He towers over you now, and he pulls the tie up a bit so that you’re looking at him.
“Listen to me, you little brat,” He growls, “What did I say about the attitude?” You just let out a whimper, and he clicks his tongue again. “I bet I can fuck the attitude out of you. Or at least, I can try.” He snaps, tightening the tie around your neck.
Then, he works on his pants and tugs his dress pants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. Then, he shifts the two of you so that you’re sitting on his lap, his tip teasing your folds.
He tugs on the tie, pulling you forward so he can bite and suck on your neck, and you begin to moan, whine at the feeling of. Matt just bites down, marking you in every way he can.
“Not used to all this attention, huh?” And then, Matt says his phrase of the night, “Poor thing,” He hums. His hand comes up to uncharacteristically kindly move the hair from your ear, and then begins to kiss every inch of your skin.
You’re like puddy in his hands. Mendable, soft.
He guides his cock to your folds, and then, as he distracts you with kisses and hickeys, guides you to sink down onto his cock. When you do, you let out a breathy moan, unused to the feeling of being so full..
After giving you a minute to adjust, Matt begins to thrust into you, encourages by your moans and egging you on with whispers of encouragement,
“Taking my cock so well for me,” He praises, planting kisses down your neck, “Like you’re made for me to fuck you like this,” He gasps as he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, So good for me,” He says. It’s like he’s addicted to kissing you, to kissing your neck and shoulders and every inch of skin he can get his lips on.
He fucks you intensely, and you feel every single thrust as it echoes through your body, and the longer he goes, the more he whispers in your ear, (“Come on, pretty thing, just keep taking my cock, just like that—Oh, god—Fuck, Baby, you feel so good,”) the closer you get to your climax.
“’m gonna—”
“I know, I know,” He hums, and then he smirks as he smells salty tears in the air. Tears run down your face, and Matt knows he’s won. “Aw, baby.. Did you ruin your eyeliner?” When you don’t respond, Matt pulls your hips down, commanding you to answer.
“Yes!” You whimper, a sob escaping your lips.
“Poor thing,” he coos, and his thrusts are particularly intent as he continues, “Poor, poor baby,” He hums, kissing your shoulder before biting down on it. And without another word, you grip his arm as you clench around him, cumming around his cock. He thrusts a few more times, “Gotta pull out before—”
“No!” You whine, “Just come inside, it’s fine—”
“Are you sure, I don’t want to—”
“Matt,” you whine, beginning to roll your hips, desperate to feel him come inside you. You whimper softly, as Matt thrusts into you, finally coming inside you. He rides out his own high before his thrusts come to a slow.
“Fuck,” He gasps, sweat dripping down his neck. “You were even better than I could imagine..” he confesses.
For a moment, the pair of you just breath. His hands slowly rub up and down your sides. Thoughts seem far away.. in the best way possible.
He knows you need a bath. He knows he needs to clean you and himself up. He knows he needs to teach you to suck him off. He should ask you how that was, what he should do again, what you would’ve preferred. He has a damn list, but all he can think to ask is—
“What were you thinking about earlier?”
“What?” you ask, cock still buried deep inside you.
“After I ate you out,” He starts, “You were thinking about the seven wonders of the world. What about them?”
You study his face. There’s no mocking intent, no malice in his voice.
“I was thinking about The Gardens of Babylon. How deeply I relate to them.”
“What? How can you relate to ancient architecture?”
“Well, we don’t know if they were even real. Maybe they were, but there are theories that it was all just.. poetic. That they weren’t real, and that the story is just.. something we choose to believe.”
His face twitches in confusion, trying to process what you mean, how can you relate to ancient architecture, especially ancient architecture that you don’t even know the certainty of.
“So, which one would I be?”
He expects you to ask questions for confirmation.
Instead, you answer almost immediately.
“The Roman Colosseum.” You grin.
“The colosseum?” He questions.
“Strong. Stable. Gorgeous. Breathtaking.” You pause, a smirk on your face. Your finger comes up to his nose. You run it down the shape of his nose, “Roman.” He grins.
“So, we’re the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum?”
“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re not the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum! We’re the wonder of the world that’s built out of white marble, a wonder made because death doesn’t stop love-- We are the Taj Mahal.” You offer.
“Oh, my mistake.” He grins. “We’re the Taj Mahal.”
“See? You get it.” You smile back.
Matt thinks for a moment.
“So this morning, when I asked you what you were dreaming about this morning.. Technically, you were dreaming about us?”
You smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Matt just kisses you deep, pushing you back onto the bed as he begins to unbutton his shirt, tossing it off to the side.
The two of you spend your night intermittently going back and forth between passionate lovemaking—Part of Matt’s love language and talking and expressing how much you love him in an abstract way—Part of your love language.
Neither of you get much sleep that night.
#daredevil smut#daredevil#doe thoughts#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock x you#smut
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oh, decisions, decisions..... (deciding between matt tying readers hands behind their back with his tie, gagging them with it, or blindfolding them with it)
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"i don't really keep track, kid."
welcome to the most niche corner of the internet ever.
my name is deer or danny, either is fine! i post mostly horny weird things about matt murdock that i cannot bring myself to post on my main (@goldenlikedayl1ght ; follow if you want full length matthew fics)
and uhm.... yeah! i'll tag anything specifically nsfw with 'doe thoughts' and most other stuff with 'deer.txt'
send me any weird/horny thoughts ya have, my inbox is open and i love yapping about matthew.
enjoy your stay!!
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my brain is filled with (remembers i have ocd so saying my brain is full of worms would send me into a spiral).................. thoughts................ of the horny variety..............
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i need to yap about the 7 wonders of the world both ancient and modern to matt murdock. need to tell him about the hanging gardens of babylon. need to discuss the pyramids of giza with him. need to hear his thoughts on the great wall. need to compare our relationship to the taj mahal.
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bruh i desperately need to update this account it’s like looking around at a house i let fall into ruin
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