#Mattxreader

[sturnslovie]

‧₊˚.𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜˚೨ৎ⋆｡ - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: after being a brat to matt all day, he finally decides to put you in your place.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: smutt, nsfw, swearing, teasing, slight humiliation if you squint, sub!brat reader, dom!matt

you sit on the couch scrolling mindlessly on your phone, and you decide to text matt

“matt” read 4:46pm

“yes ml?”

“can we go shopping im bored” read 4:47pm

“be ready in 10”

(Time skip)

as matt drives, he notices you have your arms crossed.

he puts reaches his hand to place it on your thigh, but you smack it away.

matt glances at you in confusion and asks, “you okay babe?”

you just continue to cross your arms and look out the window, ignoring his question.

he glares at you one last time before putting his eyes on the road, thinking you’re gonna be fine once we arrive at the mall.

while in a store, you purposely grab a bunch of random things you dont need.

matt notices how much stuff you have in your arms. “here, let me help you.” he reaches his hands out to grab a plushie from ur arms

“no!” you exclaim. “I can do it myself, im not a baby.”

he sighs, “really? Better not drop it.”

as you walk to the cash register, you drop it. everything falling out your hands.

you kneel on the floor as you hurriedly pick it up, and matt kneels over to help you but you smack his hand.

“i. dont. need. your. help.”

matt reluctantly stands up as you pick up all ur things and head to the cash register, not wanting to make you more angry.

as you walk out with all the bags on each side of your arms, matt offers to hold them for you.

“fuck. off.” you say with a sharp tone.

matt glares at you with a irritated expression. “thats it, we’re leaving.” he says with a sharp tone, clearly furious.

matt grabs your hand and immediately exits the mall. he shoves you roughly in the passenger seat and slams the door. when he gets in the drivers seat, he speeds off out the parking lot, and immediately to our house.

when we arrive, he exits and grabs you by your wrist, not even bothering to grab the shopping bags that are still in the car.

we get in the house and he slams the front door, immediately dragging you upstairs.

“m-matt-!” you exclaim,

“Shut it.”

he drags u into the room and throws you on the bed.

“Clothes, off. Now.” He says sternly with a sharp tone.

you immediately take off ur shirt, then your shorts, Matt crossing his arms as you do so, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.

“those too.” He points out your underwear and bra.

you immediately remove ur bra and underwear, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

“All fours, Now.”

“…” you hesitate for a second before getting on all fours, exposing your wet pussy.

he gets on the bed behind you before sliding down his pants and boxers, his hard dick slapping his stomach as it drips with pre-cum.

he slides his dick into your pussy, and thrusts it fast and hard, letting out moans from your mouth and he puts grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves your head into the pillow.

you cant help but let out pornography moans,

he begins to speak,

“So you wanna be a little brat all day huh?” He thrusts harder and faster.

“AH~! M-MATT~!” You moan in the pillow, sweat forming on your forehead as more pleasured moans slip out.

“Acting like a brat just so i can fuck it out of you, isnt that right? You- *thrust* little- *thrust* fucking, *thrust* slut.”

“I-Im~ s-sorry~!” You manage to slip out through every breathe.

“Damn right you are.” He says, as he finally releases inside you, letting out a groan.

You can feel yourself close, and as you’re right on the edge, matt pulls out of you with a smirk.

“H-hey, what!?” You exclaim.

“Nope. Thats what you get for being a brat all day.” He pulls up his boxers and sweatpants, giving your ass a hard slap before kissing u on the forehead.

He gets up and walks downstairs to the living room. He plops down on the couch before the turning on the tv.

You put your clothes back on, and follow him downstairs. You sit next to him on the couch.

“Matt please..im sorry..” you plead with puppy eyes.

“..” Matt hesitates for a second before patting his thigh. “Sit.”

You shimmy out of your brandy melville shorts and sit on his thigh. You turn ur upper body around to pull down his sweatpants, but he grabs your wrist.

“Nope.” He glares at you.

you groan as u turn back forward. You cant help but slowly grind ur hips, first going slowly but then progressively faster.

Matt smirks as he sees how desperate you are for release, but he can’t help but watch as your hips grind against his thigh. He gets an erection, and fists his bulge through his pants.

you continue to grind your hips, slowly coming to the edge. And as you do, matt puts his hand inside his boxers, cupping his dick and rubbing it back and forth.

You grip onto matts other thigh as you feel yourself get close. You finally then release on matts thigh, moaning and leaving a wet patch on his grey sweatpants. matt also feels himself about release, his climax reaching as he groans in pleasure, making his crotch a sticky mess.

I WAS TO LAZY TO WRITE THE REST SORRY😭😭

[mattilda987]

THE NEED i have for this man, it’s crazy

CRAZY.

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 4

Since that night he would drop by just to check in.

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually befriended a vigilante. A part of you wanted to tell Matt and Foggy, but the danger it could pose for not just him, but them, made you hesitant. So for the time being you decided that it was best to keep it to yourself. 

This particular night he was seated on the floor, legs folded. 

“Your friends sound like great guys.” 

You nod, chewing on your gummy bears. 

“They are! Foggy is by far the funniest guy you will ever meet in your life. Ever since we met he’s always looked out for me. He even turned down a date with a hot girl to look after me when I was sick last year. If you know Foggy, that’s the ultimate sign of love.” 

He smiles. 

“It sounds like he cares about you.” 

“Mhmm, he’s like a brother to me.” 

He knew he shouldn’t tip the boat, but he couldn’t help but ask. He was curious about your opinion of him. 

“What about your other friend?” 

“Mmm, he’s great too.” 

You fidget with the snack now, looking down at your lap. He can spot the hesitance, so now he’s intrigued by the reason. 

“It seems like there might be more to it than that.” 

You twiddle the treat in your hand. 

“It’s nothing bad it’s just..sometimes he comes in with these bruises. Matt is blind you see, so sometimes he gets hurt, but he won’t ask for help. I know he doesn’t want to be a burden to me or Foggy, but we’re his friends. I want to ask him, offer help but I’m scared that I might upset him and if he got mad and stopped talking to me I’d be miserable.” 

You lower your head, and he nods in understanding. 

“If he’s as great as you say, then he won’t be upset if you’re trying to look out for him. Maybe just talk to him, he sounds like a reasonable person.” 

“You’re right, Matt is nice, if I just talk to him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Thanks Mr. Daredevil. You should really become a therapist, you’re a good listener. Well, I guess given your side job it might be a bit difficult huh?” 

He can’t help but smile. 

“Yeah, it might be.” 

You grin, throwing a gummy bear and he catches it easily. 

“Geez sometimes your reflexes are insane. I would have missed that. Look.” 

You threw one in the air with the intention to catch it in your mouth, but it bounces off your nose and onto the floor. 

“See!!” 

He starts laughing. 

“You just need to focus a little better, watch.” 

He threw his own in the air and with one easy move to the left, it dropped right into his mouth. 

“Easy.” 

He chewed and you just glared at him playfully. 

“You’re like a ninja, I don’t think it counts.”

“It sounds like you’re a sore loser.” 

“Am not!!” 

It was nice, being the one he seemed to confide in. Those nights were great. Just having someone to talk to. The following morning you meet Matt in the library. With Daredevil’s advice in mind, you walked right up to him. 

“Hey Matt.” 

He turned at your call, a smile stretching on his face. 

“Hey.”

You could do it, all you have to do is ask if he needs help. 

“I can do this, I can do this!” 

With the pep talk, you finally get the words out. 

“I-I’m worried about you. You’ve been getting hurt a lot and I just wanted to let you know that if you ever need help, Foggy and I are here for you.” You hoped that you’d gotten your point across without somehow offending him. The easy smile he gave you made your anxieties just wash away. 

“I appreciate it. Since you’re offering, I wanted to check out that sandwich place across the street. Do you mind?” He held out his hand and you nod excitedly. 

“Of course, let’s go!” 

Linking arms, you walked away with him, making a mental reminder to thank Daredevil for his sound advice. Turns out vigilantes were good at more than just kicking criminal butt. 

[sturnsdarling]

the library

love and cigs, merc

(!) indicates smut, (✯) are my faves

!'I don't know how to forget you' ✯

matt and y/n have been best friends their whole life, but after a drunken kiss and a night of tangled limbs, everything is changing.

‘I get them too, sometimes'

y/n has an anxiety attack and Matt calms her down the only way he can think of in the moment (based on the ICONIC stydia scene)

'lets just stay here for a while'

{part two of 'I get them too, sometimes' } anxious!reader has an anxiety attack so bff!matt kisses her to calm her down, after, they agree to not go back to the party and just hang out with each other for a while.

!'Dinner and a show'

Matt and his girl go to dinner, but little does he know she has something planned for him when they get home.

!‘never have I ever; shared a girl with my brother' ✯

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

!'Birthdays in Boston' ✯

a prequel to 'I don't know how to forget you', and the full story behind the photo of Matt and y/n on the fridge

!'save a horse...'

you and Matt go to a ranch for your anniversary and end up finding an old abandoned barn, taking the perfect opportunity to live your true wild west fantasy.

'teenage dirtbags', Intro, part I, part II, part III, part IV

Skater!Matt and Overachiever!reader have never gotten along, but after Matt needs her help passing philosophy, everything starts to change.

'gloves off'

Hockeyplayer!Matt is on the ice, and a guy from the other team says something about his girl, so Matt deals with him

!'It's 2am, and I miss you'

You and Matt broke up months ago, but he cant seem to get you out of his head.

!‘need to taste you’

ex!matt is in his feelings, and they’re all directed at you….

!’flashing lights’

you and matt discover his new LED lights have a clap on/off setting, and take full advantage of it.

‘cherry cola’ ✯

you ask for Matts assistance in dying your hair red

‘it’s so obvious’

the boys’ best friend joins them for a stream, and fans notice the tension between her and Matt

!’after party’

tour!matt and his girlfriend can’t wait another second once he gets off stage…

!’english love affair’…incoming

Matt and his brothers go on tour in the UK, and whilst in a crowded london bar, he meets a girl that he can’t get out his head

!’I know you will’…incoming

you’ve been desperate for matt all day, and you’re finally alone

you're my only option...incoming

figureskater!reader has a major competition coming up, but her partner dropped out last minute, leaving hockeyplayer!matt her only shot at gold

...more tbd

'are you still awake?'

Chris and y/n had a stupid fight, but he refuses to go to bed angry

!'just need t'feel you around me'

part two of 'are you still awake?', Chris can't keep his hands off y/n once they make amends after an argument.

'Chris likes girls who don't like him back' ✯

Late night streaming with your best friends turns to a conversation about the boys' type, and Chris gets called out.

!‘never have I ever; shared a girl with my brother ✯

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

!’take it’

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

'lazy days'

Sometimes you just need a pretty girl on your lap and some good music, and that’s what Chris has with his girl.

!'I can make you feel better'

Chris has been in a mood all day, and theres only one thing that will get him out of it

...more tbd

*indicates fratboy!mattXreader | *indicates fratboy!chrisXreader | **indicates interaction with both (if it's both, fb!matt is always the romantic interest)

*!'you're much better company, tough girl' ✯

fratboy!matt has met his match with smartand'mean'!reader, and he can't get enough of her

*she's the coolest person I know'

fratboy!matt tries to play it cool about him and smartand'mean'!reader spending alot of time together, but fratboy!chris and nate aren't convinced

*'stay the fuck away from her'

fratboy!chris leaves shy!reader alone at a party for the first time and it goes south, quickly.

**'what the fuck is wrong with you?' ✯

fratboy!matt calls smartand'mean'!reader after the fight, telling her she needs to come look after shy!reader, but after she finds out what happened, she lays into fratboy!chris, giving him the reality check he needs.

*!'you look like this song'

smartand'mean'!reader is getting ready in fratboy!Matts room, listening to Nirvana, and he can't keep his eyes off her.

**an unlikely friendship' ✯

fratboy!chris needs a girls help with a deal, and the only girl he knows he can trust, is fratboy!matts.

*fratboy!matt and smartand’mean’!readers insta launch

“yeah my boyfriends pretty cool…but he’s not as cool as me”

*'boyfriend' ✯

smartand'mean'!reader goes to one of fratboy!matt's freshers parties, and has a run in with a boy that doesn't end well.

*'beast boy and raven'

smartand'mean'!reader convinces fratboy!matt to dress up for halloween

*insta posts

some things found on fratboy!matt and smartand’mean’!readers instagrams

**!'all I wanted'...incoming

fratboy!matt and smartand'mean'!reader find themselves at their breaking point

!'lemme jus' put it in

how and when Chris/Matt would beg for you to cockwarm them...according to merc

!'what chris is into'

the kind of stuff chris is into…according to merc

!'how the boys fuck', II

links and blurbs on the boys' style...according to merc

...more tbd

[sturniololuvz]

hii could you do a mattxreader fic and she loses her grandpa and it shows the different stages of grief like when she got the call when she was unmotivated when she was angry when she was sad like that if it makes sense?

i LOVE this request

⸻

“Grief doesn’t follow rules,”

[Denial]

It started with a phone call.

Y/N was sitting on Matt’s bed, scrolling through playlists for their late-night drive, when her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with her mom’s name. She answered casually — not expecting anything out of the ordinary — but the moment she heard the trembling in her mom’s voice, her stomach dropped.

“No… no, wait—” she said, standing up fast. “What do you mean? He was—he was fine yesterday. He was fine, right?”

Matt’s head shot up, alarmed. He stood slowly as Y/N pressed the phone harder against her ear, pacing.

Her voice cracked. “No. He’s—he’s okay, though, right?”

She hung up before she heard the answer. Her hands trembled as she dropped the phone onto the bed, and Matt gently approached, but she stepped back.

“No. It’s not real. This isn’t real. She’s just—she’s wrong. He’s fine.”

Matt didn’t push her. He just pulled her into his chest, even as she resisted, and held her when she eventually stopped talking.

⸻

[Depression]

For the next few weeks, Y/N wasn’t herself.

She barely left her apartment. Texts from friends piled up unanswered. Her camera stayed untouched. Even Matt’s attempts to get her out — to just go for a walk, to eat her favorite takeout — were met with half-hearted nods or quiet refusals.

“Do you wanna try going out for coffee?” he asked gently one day.

“I don’t want coffee,” she mumbled, curled into a blanket on the couch.

“What do you want, then?”

“Nothing.”

He sat beside her without another word. He didn’t need to fix it. He just needed to stay.

⸻

[Anger]

She snapped one day.

Matt had made her breakfast — nothing fancy, just toast and eggs — and when he called her into the kitchen, she looked at the plate and burst into tears. But this time, it wasn’t soft crying.

“Why are you acting like everything’s fine?” she shouted.

Matt blinked, caught off guard. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

“He’s gone, Matt! He’s dead! And you’re just making me eggs like that’s gonna fix it?”

“I’m not trying to fix it,” he said gently. “I just want you to eat. You haven’t in—”

“Don’t tell me what I have or haven’t done!”

She regretted it the second the words left her mouth. Matt’s face fell, but he didn’t walk away.

“I know you’re hurting,” he said, quieter now. “And if you need to scream at someone, I’ll be that person. But I’m not leaving.”

That’s when she broke again — really broke — and let herself collapse into him.

⸻

[Bargaining]

“I keep thinking… like, if I had called him that day—if I had just talked to him—maybe he would’ve gone to the doctor sooner. Maybe they would’ve caught it in time.”

Matt shook his head. “Y/N, you can’t do that.”

“But what if I—”

“You loved him. He knew you loved him. That’s all he ever needed. You didn’t fail him.”

She sniffed hard, eyes rimmed red. “I just want one more chance to say goodbye.”

“I know.”

And he didn’t say “he’s still with you” or “he’s watching over you.” He just held her hand.

Because sometimes grief doesn’t need answers — just someone to sit in the dark with you.

⸻

[Acceptance]

Weeks later, Matt came home to find Y/N sitting at her desk, writing something. The house was quiet, the air still, but not heavy like before.

“What’re you working on?” he asked gently.

She turned around, small smile playing at her lips. “A letter.”

“To him?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Just some stuff I didn’t get to say.”

Matt walked over and kissed her forehead. “You want me to read it?”

“Not yet.”

“That’s okay.”

She folded the paper and tucked it into a book her grandfather had given her years ago. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she looked like she was breathing again — not fine, not over it — but breathing.

⸻

“Grief doesn’t follow rules,” she said quietly. “I thought it was linear… but it’s not. It just… loops.”

Matt smiled softly. “And I’ll be right here every time it loops back.”

⸻

[strniohoeee]

i missed youuuuu

i was thinking mattxreader spending the evening watching a movie with n and c, and reader decides to bake cookies and they all enjoy them and then they go to sleep and they just cuddle till they fall asleep

Rainy Nights

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: After the evening plans were cancelled due to rain, Y/N and the triplets stay home to watch a movie instead☁️

Warnings⚠️: None, boring and short is all. My creativity is at a standstill. I missed you too^^ 😩🖤

Song for imagine: While We’re Young- Jhene Aiko

I'm telling everybody you're mine and I like it

And I really hope you don't mind

I can't fight it

I had been surfing every streaming app for a movie to watch. We had actual plans for the evening, but after we got dinner it started to pour. At that point we all looked at each other and silently agreed to just go home. A perfect excuse for home bodies like Matt and I.

“You’ve never seen Ghost?” I asked as my neck snapped over and my jaw dropped

“None of us have ever seen that shit before” Nick said laughing as he took a sip of his drink

“Ohhh yeah we’re watching it” I replied as I scrolled back up and clicked on the movie

“I don’t like romance movies” Chris whined as he locked his phone and threw it beside him

“Please for me, I swear you will love it” I exclaimed as I pouted

Rolling his eyes he gestured with his hand for me to go on.

Getting excited I cracked a toothy grin as I pressed play and shut the light off. Snuggling up next to Matt. His arm over my shoulder as Chris sat with his feet propped up on their coffee table, and Nick sitting on one foot.

Looking over at Matt, I gazed at his right side of his face. The tv creates a blue cast over his skin. He looked so beautiful honestly. His eyes seemed white with how icy they got. My God was he fine.. Shyly I smiled to myself.

He looked over at me before furrowing his brows.

“You okay?” he asks in a whisper

“Yes, just admiring you” I replied looking away shyly for a split second

Getting nervous he nods his head and turns back to the movie. I leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. His smile grew wider as he winked at me.

Standing up I cracked my back before turning to them

“I’m making cookies” I said

“Oh my gosh you're the best! Please do” Chris said begging as he slapped his hands together in a praying motion

Laughing I walked over to the kitchen and turned the light under the microwave on. Grabbing the cookie dough out the fridge I preheat the oven before setting the cookies up on the tray.

“His coworkers a fucking weirdo I dont know about him” Nick stated suspiciously

“Yeah like why is he acting like that?” Chris states adjusting his seating position.

“10 bucks says the guy will try and do some weird ass shit” Matt states

Smirking to myself I put the cookies in the oven and set a timer. Heading back over to the couch I sit down and lean into Matt. Our gaze locked in on the tv

It gets to the part where Patrick Swayze’s character gets shot. Their mouths dropping as they watch the next events unfold. Pissed by whats happening Nick sucks his teeth

“Thats fucking bullshit” Chris states as he scoffs

“It gets better just wait” I respond as the oven beeps

Swiftly getting up I make my way over to the stove to remove the cookies. Listening to the rain hit the glass window in the kitchen I place the cookies on a plate to cool down

Bringing the plate back over to the living room I sit back down. Eventually we each began to eat away at the cookies.

Somewhere in the middle of the movie Matt brings me in closer. Snuggling our bodies even more than before.

His arm draping over me I began to play with his fingers. Fiddling with the rings that lingered on some fingers.

Interlocking our fingers as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“I love you baby” I said to him

“I love you too” he said back kissing me

Holding hands the rest of the movie. His grip tightening subconsciously as the movie got juicier. Releasing the death grip every time a crazy scene died down.

The movie finished and I looked over. Matt and Chris' mouths wide open as Nick and I had tears in our eyes.

“No fucking way that ended like that….” Chris said standing up and bringing the plate to the kitchen

Turning the living room light on I stretched my neck

“Such a sad yet gratifying ending” I replied back

“I’m sick….this is so unfair” Nick said groaning as he wiped his eyes

“Exactly how I felt the first time I watched it” I said giggling

“I need to watch inside out to feel better….” He replied standing up and slouching over

“So was that a win? Did we like it?” I asked them

“Oh I loved it, it was great” They basically all responded

Smiling to myself I helped them tidy up the living room and kitchen.

“I think we should call it a night” Nick said as he looked at the clock reading 2:30am

Agreeing we all parted ways, following behind Matt as they shut all the lights out

Turning his light on he slid his shirt off and I slid my pants off. Brushing our teeth and then heading back into his room.

I laid in his bed as I followed behind turning his lights off and shutting his door.

Snuggling into me and pulling me closer.

“I love you so much” he replied sliding his hands up my thighs and up my arms into my hair to rub my scalp

Loosening into his touch I sighed.

“I love you too” I replied, turning over I planted a kiss to his lips

His fingers running from my scalp to my mid back. His tooth basically put me to sleep. And sooner than later we were both fast asleep embraced in each other's arms.

The End

This was trashhhhh, but what else can I say. My writing juices are GONE. This is sad LMAOOO. Thank you all for the support and I can’t believe I’m at 2507 followers. That’s amazing. I love you all.🥹🖤🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[bellaxgiornata]

hey bella!! i’m so sorry if this has send so many times my tumblr is actually tweaking out so idk if it send but i was wondering if you will be updating any of the matt fics soon?? no rush at all i know you have been sick!!! but i am re reading fftd while i wait :)

Hey, friend! That's okay, it definitely did send a handful of times, but I already assumed it was tumblr being tumblr 😆 Though I figured I'd answer you quick so you know that I saw it! And yes, I have been sick AGAIN somehow 😭 So between that, my 4 year old on spring break, a handful of appointments, and a sick and teething almost 10 month old...I am exhausted this week 😅

I'm trying to outline another part for TDAYW because I've been feeling that Matt fic lately, though I've had FFTD on the brain, also (and AFFTD). But I'm not feeling the fluff necessary for where things were left at in FFTD so I've been holding off so we don't just abruptly nose dive into Second Angst Arc and y'all end up with pitchforks at my doorstep at the timing 🤣 Because those two need to get some fluff after that proposal, not pain and arguments. And I am seriously trying to edit the first part of Jealousy (the MattxReader and FrankxReader fic I've teased for a year) to post.

Though, I will say, I've been feeling angst all week and have tried to take it out on Jax, but I do have an angsty DDBA Matt one shot (or two part?) rolling around in my head that I might work on. The premise being Matt and Reader had a thing kind of going on before "That Night" (which I won't elaborate on to avoid spoilers for others reading this ask), which then upended things between them. I won't say more, it will probably be an open-ended/not necessarily happy ending unless I give it a second part later, but that is what has currently been running through my mind lately for Matt fics. I was debating on taking a stab at that when I had time to write tomorrow.

I'm glad you're enjoying rereading FFTD in the meantime, though! 🥹❤️ My angsty brain needs to not touch that one at the moment 🤣 In the meantime, I'm currently really feeling this sad, tormented Matt...

[lvrsturniolo]

could you do a mattxreader smut where reader has never squirted before and she was about to but got scared and like pushed matt off of her because she got too nervous

HERE <33

[freshlyinlovewchris]

Masterlist ————————-

Red-smut

White-fluff

Blue- angst

“You can come take these paintes off” Chris x reader

“Fuck the stream” Chrisxreader

“My favorite fangirl” Chrisxreader

“A birthday to remember” Chrisxreader

All I need Chrisxreader

Deer date chrisxreader

Clay mask and tangled curls Chris x reader

Hotel room Chris x reader

Drive in desires (not fr a smut but yk”

Silent battles and unspoken love (Chris x reader)

The morning after Chris x reader

30 long days homecoming desires chris x reader

Matt

Fireside desires mattxreader

[camzeecorner]

Could you do a super soft cutie smut with tons of after care mattXreader

I absolutely could! Just give me a few days (3 weeks at least) bc I’m in such a slump rn 💔💔

[soursturniolo]

Making a sad and angsty Mattxreader text style fic because I’m feeling angsty and wanna cry

[hysteria-things]

I js read pure ecstasy oh my lord I neeeeedd more chris and Mattxreader pleaseeeeeee

i plan to do more of these😜

[mattilda987]

these bitches always posting when i’m asleep

I’M SICK OF IT

matt clearly has a problem in positioning his phone on da counter

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 12

Longer Post: 2K+ Words (With a little bit of spicy). You have been warned XD. Enjoy!

“Matt, I got a 93 on my final!” 

You were dancing the second you stepped into his dorm and he lifted his head from the seat on his bed. Foggy looked like he was getting ready to head out. 

“What a shock, the nerd got an A. I'm stunned.” Foggy says sarcastically. 

“I think it’s great. Good job (Y/N).” 

“Thank you Matt, it’s nice to be appreciated. I get that not all of us can be geniuses.” You elbowed Foggy and he just laughed pushing at your forehead. The force caused you to fall back onto his bed. 

“You punk!” 

He was already hightailing out of the room. When you finally got up, he’d already dashed out the door. 

“One of these days I’ll take him out with my muscular physique.” 

Matt is smiling from his spot. 

“I think you did that last time with the John Cena move. “ 

“Hah, you’re right. He was sore for days.” 

The memory is a nice one. You walk over to see what Matt’s doing. There’s a book in front of him and you stare as he runs his fingers along the pages. You’ve seen him study many times, but it’s always amazing to you. You know it’s a bit impolite to stare, but you can’t help it. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

You straighten in your spot, not moving a muscle. Matt just leans his head to one side. 

“Did you just freeze in place?” 

“If I don’t move, you can’t hear me.” 

He starts laughing and you join in when he closes the book, placing it on the desk next to his bed. 

“Come here.” 

He opens his arms and you trot over. Dropping right onto the bed, you hug him. Matt places a kiss on your cheek and you flush, smiling. No matter how many kisses you shared, you still became bashful being close to him like this. 

“Summer break is coming up, do you know what you’re going to do?” 

Matt nods. 

“There’s a job opening at the library for summer tutoring. I’m a pretty good teacher so I figured I’d put it to use. What about you?” 

“I’ll be in the Dean’s office. I’ll go home for a week when finals are done, but then I’ll come back. My dad misses treating me like a wounded kitten and my mom keeps cooking like I'm still at home.” 

“Sounds like they’ll be happy to see you.” 

“Mhmmm. I just need to make sure they don’t try to keep me there longer than I intended to like last time. My dad is pretty good at bribes.” 

“I bet.” 

You lay back against his chest, just enjoying the feel of him. 

“Wait, where did Foggy go?” You ask. 

“To see his girlfriend, I think.” 

“Wow, that guy is obsessed, I swear.” 

“I don’t know, if she’s half as amazing as mine, then I can fully understand it.” 

His smooth words have you blushing. You pull back just a little, and you can already see that little smirk on his lips.

“You’re really good at sweet talking me Murdock.” 

“I’d hope so, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I wasn’t.” 

You giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips and he leans in. Matt shifts on the bed, and soon you’re on your back. He parts for a second, giving you a chance to catch your breath and him an opportunity to remove his glasses. Once it’s gone, he turns back to you and you swallow, right before your lips rejoin.

You’ve become a lot more comfortable since the little make out session on your couch. Even so, there’s still a bit of hesitation. His kisses are deep, passionate. You can feel that he wants more. You push lightly against his chest and Matt pulls back. 

“What’s wrong?” 

It’s a whisper, and when he brushes your cheek, you can spot the worry. You hate that you’re making him feel like he’s done something wrong. Truthfully you should have told him about your lack of experience. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so uneasy about the whole thing. 

“It’s nothing you did, I just..” 

You’re not sure how to word it without sounding like a prude. Matt just offers a smile. 

“It’s okay if you’ve never done this before. We can wait until you’re ready.” 

You’ll never understand how he so easily reads you, but you’re more than grateful. You press your hands over your eyes, thoroughly embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry. I-I should have said something I just really didn’t want to mess this up.” 

Matt shakes his head, pulling your hands away softly as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls back, that smile is so bright. 

“You’re not going to mess up anything. I like this, the way that we are. I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, are you?” 

You shook your head. 

“Then we’ll both be fine. We have all the time in the world.”

How you snagged someone like Matt is still a mystery to you. He leaves one more kiss on the top of your head before he moves to straighten, but you grab his arm, halting him. 

“W-Wait!” 

He pauses, still somewhat leaned over you. Elbows against the mattress, he just waits. 

“I-Is there something else..that we can do?” 

Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. He can spot the embarrassment behind the question and he easily picks up on the way your heart rate has doubled as you await his reply. Your innocence when it comes to the topic is very endearing. You turn your head.

“I-I read somewhere that there are other ways for two people to..y-you know. Without t-that stuff..” 

The more you speak the cuter you seem to get. He has to stop himself from laughing. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s mocking you. The entire situation is just adorable. He wishes he could see just how red your face is right now. 

“You’ll have to be very specific, tell me what you want me to do.” 

He knows exactly what you’re asking, but he wants to hear you say it. As naive as you are about this, to some extent you must know what you want. 

You gulp, eyes moving from his lips, then down to his hands. You feel like a mouse under him. Completely captured. 

“I..I want you to touch me Matt. D-Down there..” 

You’re not sure why it sounds ten times dirtier out loud. 

The smile makes its way back onto his face and he adjusts his position to become a bit more comfortable at your side. You’re not really sure what to expect. You’re just glad that you’re wearing a decent pair of underwear today. You had a tendency to sport boxer shorts. Today you’re indeed wearing panties and a pair of shorts. You’ve never been more grateful, because if this was going to happen, you’d prefer it to be at least a bit sexy. 

“If you change your mind, I’ll stop immediately, okay?” 

You nod, and Matt brushes your hair away from your eyes as he leaves another encouraging kiss on your cheek. Your heart is still hammering, because all of his movements feel so slow. His hand starts from your cheek. He smiles and you return it when he slowly goes down your body. It feels like he’s trying to appreciate every inch of you. Your shoulder, arm, finger tips, breast, torso, hip..

You close your eyes when his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts. 

“What color are your panties?” 

It’s a whisper in your ear. 

“R-Red.” 

He smirks, nipping at your ear and you bite down on your lip. 

“That’s my favorite color.” 

You can’t stop the moan that escapes, he just chuckles and when his hand finally makes it where you need it to most, your eyes shoot open. His fingers have stopped right at your entrance and you reach over, grabbing at the front of his shirt as you lean into him. He welcomes it, expects it. 

He strokes, slowly, he wants you to get used to the feeling. Your body quivering against his hand is all the confirmation he needs. You’re letting out soft sounds. A moan, a gasp, a whimper. It all sounds so delicious. He wonders if it’s possible that his heightened senses have enhanced all the sounds, because it’s like music to his ears. 

The friction of his fingers is starting to cause a reaction. There’s a subtle wetness that’s beginning to become present. He licks his lips and you seem unprepared when he kisses you deeply. You let out another moan and he holds in one himself. He lectured himself not to get too worked up. 

He didn’t want to scare you, but now it seems almost impossible because he’s already started to stiffen in his pants. Your closeness doesn’t really help. He pulls back when your hips grind into him. With a gasp he withdraws his hand. Your lips are still parted and you look at him with a mix or arousal and confusion. 

“D-Did I do something wrong?” 

He shook his head, swallowing as he tried his best to cover the bulge that was now throbbing between his groin. The covers were a nice barrier, but you were still impossibly close. 

“No..y-you didn’t do anything wrong I just need a minute.” 

He was trying to find a way to slip away into the bathroom without you seeing his problem. 

“Matt just tell me what’s-” 

Your words stopped and he heard the shift against the covers. Your eyes were aimed right at his crotch.

“Oh wow..” 

He grimaced, with every intention to just dive off the bed, but you grabbed his arm, stopping all movement.

“W-Wait where are you going?” 

“I..I need to handle this before we continue.” 

“Handle..” 

As in he was going to..

Your cheeks warmed. When you started this, you had every intention of letting him take the lead. But now, you sort of want to know what it’s like. He’d only been touching you for maybe three minutes at most, but you were sure you were about to lose your mind. You can’t help but wonder what Matt would look like in such a state. 

“C-Can I do it?” 

You saw the way his brows furrowed, like he was trying to make sense of what you were asking. He must have settled on a solution, because the crease evened out. 

“You don’t have too.” 

His voice sounded deeper, heavy, like just the conversation was a task for him. He tried to move away again, but you gripped a bit tighter. 

“I want to. I do. Please Matt.” 

His head sank into the pillow at the plea. How was he supposed to say no to that? Just the thought of your hand wrapped around his length had his gut tightening with anticipation. 

“Please.” 

He nodded, letting out a breath. 

“Okay.” 

He sounded a bit more calm now, and you smile, releasing him now that he didn’t look like he was going to make a run for it. His body relaxed and you just stared as his hand moved to the button of his jeans. Your eyes were strictly focused on his crotch and Matt chuckled under his breath. 

“It’s a bit daunting if you’re staring so intensely.” 

You flinch. 

“O-Oh! Sorry.” 

You looked up and Matt laughed again. You could still hear the rustling of his clothing against the sheets. The little sound he let out under his breath must have meant that he’d gotten just a bit off relief from his restricting clothing. 

“Here.”

He reached for your hand, and when he placed it carefully along his length, your mouth fell open. You kept your eyes focused on him. His breathing had picked up a little, hand over yours, guiding you. 

“Just stroke it like this.” 

He made slow gestures and you followed each action, every instruction. 

“Just like that..” He hummed. 

His eyes closed and you took in the way he seemed to melt against the bed. He pulled his hand away when he felt comfortable with your actions. His lips were slightly parted and you could feel yourself becoming wet just at the sight of him. 

The pleasure was written so clearly across his face. It was better than you expected. You’re so used to the smug or smiling Matt. This expression on his face was exquisite. Your motions only slowed when you felt something begin to drip on your hand. You looked down, eyes taking in everything. His length, girth, it was all so arousing. 

“A little came out…” 

Matt nodded, and you loosened your hold to stare at the liquid now coating your fingers. You were distracted, and you weren’t sure why, but your lips twitched at the sight. Your pause caught Matt’s attention. 

“(Y/N)..?” 

You hadn’t said anything, and he heard your hand lift. For a moment he wasn’t sure what happened. But the sound of your tongue brushing against the skin of your fingers had his eyebrows lifting in surprise. 

“Did you just-” 

“You taste good Matt.” 

Your words were like a jolt. He almost came right there and then. He didn’t expect it when your hands reached over and pushed him flat onto his back. He was practically gaping and when you started kissing your way down his body, he was almost convinced that he’d taken one too many punches to the head and the effects were starting to set in. One of your hands pushed up his shirt and when he felt your lips on his chest, he held back a shiver. 

“(Y-Y/N) w-wait you..” 

He couldn’t get the words out. The lower you got, the less he felt the need to stop you. His mind was clouded by pleasure. He knew he should have been stopping you. At least that’s what he told himself. This was supposed to be your experience, not his. Your tongue circled a pattern right on his hip and he gripped at the sheets, breathing labored. He was responding to everything, reacting to everything. 

Your hand finally took a hold of him, soft, almost tentative. Clearly due to your inexperience, you weren’t trying to hurt him. Your touches were careful. He had a second to recall what he’d planned to say. Before he could form the words, your mouth covered over the tip of him and he all but lost his mind. Your tongue ran over the slit and he moaned, louder than he intended too. You hummed at the sound, clearly satisfied with his reaction. Your tongue was tracing patterns over the tip of him as your hand started to pump slowly. 

“Fuck!” 

He hadn’t intended to curse, it just slipped out and when he heard the sound that you released, the vibrations traveled throughout his body. He had to physically force himself not to jerk into your mouth. For someone with no experience, you were doing great. 

You couldn’t take the full length of him into your mouth, and he found himself a bit grateful because if you did, he was concerned that his senses might go into overdrive and shut down. His entire body was a trembling mess as you increase your pace. You were bobbing your head slowly against him, while you continued your careful pumps. 

The simultaneous action felt like too much. He wouldn’t last long like this. He was already at his limit. Maybe you knew, because you drew him in maybe just an inch deeper than the last and his hand moved to the back of your head. He gripped your tresses when his releases came. His intention had been to pull you back, but you offered resistance. 

He couldn’t stop it, he came, emptying himself into your mouth. His hand dropped and you finally pulled back with a soft pop. His body sagged against the covers, chest still rising a bit quicker than normal. When he turned his head, all he caught was the sound of you swallowing. He groaned at the realization that you’d just swallowed every last drop. 

You licked the edge of your lips, admiring his disheveled form. His hair was a beautiful mess, shirt partially covering his chest, pants and briefs settled around his mid thigh. His muscles were relaxing and contracting with each breath he took. 

You couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so breathtaking in your life. 

“I came.” You confessed. 

Your shorts had been discarded, but your underwear now had a significant wet spot at the center. Matt pressed a hand over his eyes, still fighting to gather his bearings. It’s like you’d just deliver one surprise attack right after the other. 

He underestimated you, that was for sure.

[flamethrower313]

bruh i made chatgpt write a mattxreader romance story, and its cringey but kind of adorable.

In the heart of Boston, amidst its bustling streets and rich history, you found yourself drawn to a quaint coffee shop nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation created an inviting atmosphere. You settled into your favorite corner, a cozy nook by the window, where you often lost yourself in the pages of a good book.

One rainy afternoon, as you sipped your latte and turned the pages of your latest read, the doorbell chimed, signaling the arrival of a new customer. You glanced up briefly and saw him—Matt Sturniolo. He looked different from the images you had seen online, more real and approachable, with a genuine smile that lit up his face. He shook off the raindrops from his jacket and scanned the room, his eyes eventually landing on the empty seat across from you.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice warm and friendly.

You nodded, trying to hide your surprise and excitement. "Not at all. Please, have a seat."

As he settled into the chair, the two of you exchanged pleasantries. Conversation flowed naturally, and you found yourself laughing and sharing stories as if you were old friends. Matt's easygoing nature and genuine interest in your thoughts made you feel at ease. He told you about his love for music, his adventures with his brothers, and his dreams for the future.

Over the next few weeks, your chance encounter blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Matt would often text you, inviting you to explore hidden gems in the city or simply to grab a coffee and chat. You discovered that you shared a love for spontaneous adventures and a mutual appreciation for the simple joys in life.

One evening, as the sun set over the Charles River, casting a golden hue over the water, Matt took you to a secluded spot by the riverbank. The city seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a world of your own. He took your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I've been wanting to tell you something," he began, his eyes searching yours. "Meeting you has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. You make everything better, brighter. I think I'm falling for you."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. You squeezed his hand, a smile spreading across your face. "I feel the same way, Matt. You've brought so much joy into my life. I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Under the starlit sky, Matt pulled you into a tender embrace, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, a promise of the beautiful journey that lay ahead.

From that day on, your relationship with Matt deepened. Every date, every shared laugh, and every whispered secret brought you closer. You became each other's confidants, cheerleaders, and partners in crime. The love that blossomed between you was genuine and unwavering, a testament to the serendipity of that rainy afternoon in a Boston coffee shop.

Years later, as you both stood in the same spot by the Charles River, Matt got down on one knee, a ring in his hand and love in his eyes. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and devotion.

With tears of joy streaming down your face, you nodded. "Yes, Matt. A thousand times yes."

And so, your love story, which began with a chance meeting on a rainy day, became a lifelong adventure filled with love, laughter, and countless beautiful memories.

[bluerobin35]

NEW UPDATE NEWW PLOTTTTT. IM EXCITED TO SEE WHATS IN THE DUFFLE BAG AND SEE OUR FAVORITE COUPLE MATTxREADERS RELATIONSHIP PROGRESS!!

I loved this chapter so much soulie!!

[[and then I met you || Ch. 32]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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The billboard across the street shifts from casting a blue glow into Matt’s apartment to a warm purple one. It is bright enough for you to be able to see your keyboard, but low enough that everything is still in shadow. You can maneuver around easily enough, which makes it the perfect level considering you are apparently the only one in your family who needs light to do so. 

Paired with the overall lack of decor, it fosters a nice working environment, with the ambience of the city providing the perfect background noise. 

You have a fair bit of invoicing to catch up on, so you have set yourself up at the dining table as Matt readies himself for his own night of working. Luckily, all the excitement of temporarily moving into a new place left your little Mouse exhausted and getting her down to sleep was as easy as it has ever been. You wish you would be able to go off to Dreamland as quickly as she does, but you know your brain won’t let you drift off without hours and hours of worrying first.

“You don’t need to wait up for me,” Matt says for about the millionth time. He’s changed mostly into his red Devil suit, and it still baffles you how different he looks in it versus his Lawyer suit. It is like he’s been possessed or switched out with a twin - it’s not necessarily evil but it is a completely different aura. All his fun and charm has been replaced with a caged animal ready to rip someone’s throat out, and you just happen to be his keeper who he knows isn’t a threat. He’s of no danger to you, but anyone outside these walls is fair game. 

“I have about forty emails to answer and even more orders to review and this is the only time I’ll be able to sit down and focus on doing all that. These are my working hours, too,” you reply as you finish connecting your VPN. “Plus, I’ll be up worrying until you are home safe. Killing two birds with one stone.” 

“No killing anything,” he chides, his voice dropping an octave. It sends a pleasant shiver up your spine, and you are starting to think you may like this Devil-y side of Matt. 

“You know I can’t even kill a cockroach.” 

He huffs from across the room, then in a few long strides, he’s behind you, putting his large, gloved hands on your shoulders and rubbing at them, “I mean it. If you finish before I’m back, try to get some sleep. You need it.” 

You let your head fall forward and enjoy the way his thumbs dig into your muscles. “I need to make sure I get my work hours logged. When you get home, we can both get some sleep.” 

Behind you, a pleased rumble comes from Matt’s chest. He bends forward and nuzzles just above your ear, whispering in that deep voice that makes your core clench, “call it ‘home’ again.” 

Your eyes flutter shut as your entire being heats up again. It isn’t just his voice and actions - it's the implication of his request - that he wants a home with you. He wants your home to be here with him. You can’t even take a moment to think about it, because you just want to please the Devil behind you. 

“Come home to us.” 

He buries his nose into your hair and inhales deeply while his hands tighten on your shoulders. He nods after a moment, then you feel him have to force himself to step away. 

“I’ll always come home to you. I swear on my life.” 

You resist the urge to follow after him and say something cheesy or dramatic. You stay planted in your seat instead, eyes still closed and breathing through your nose, trying to calm your fast beating heart. 

Matt strides back to where his gloves and helmet wait for him, and you listen as he dons the last pieces of his armor. Only when he has fully become the Devil do you let yourself speak again, hoping to encourage the beast coming to life inside of him.

“Keep the Kitchen safe. For me. For Minnie.” 

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It’s closing in on three am when you hear the crunch of boots on gravel coming from the roof above you. You expected Matt to be home closer to one in the morning, but that was just a time you made up. 

Your emails are still on your screen, so you close them out and clock out just as the door on the landing opens and the Devil returns to the apartment. There is a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and you scrunch up your nose in confusion as he makes his way down the stairs.

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” he growls out and you can instantly tell the poor man is exhausted. 

You are up and out of your seat in an instant, making your way to him with your water bottle in hand. You hold it out to him as he comes to a stop in front of you and he quickly drops the bag to his feet in exchange for chugging the rest of your water.

“I told you I had a lot of work. Are you okay? What is with the - “You cut yourself off as the light coming from the billboard changes from red to yellow and you see there is a slice of suit missing from Matt’s arm. “You’re hurt!”

You don’t give him the chance to deny or explain - you turn and hurry back to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. 

“I’m fine,” he grumbles from behind you. You hear something thunk on the ground and assume it is his helmet. “It went through and through.” 

The words take a second to process and color drains from your face as they do. “You were shot?” 

“I’m fine,” he insists, a small hint of annoyance in his voice. “I just need to wrap it.”

You yoink the first aid kit down from where it’s hidden in a cabinet and whirl back around the face Matt. He’s removed his helmet and gloves and is in the process of taking off his boots. Your mind swirls into overdrive, flying back to your binder pages about gunshot wounds and you find yourself huffing at the Devil as practicality fills you. 

“Wrap it?” You almost scold as you march back to him. His head jerks up and his brows furrow, but your Mom Mentality is quicker than the Devil. “You can’t just wrap it; it needs to be cleaned and disinfected. Who knows what is dripping off your suit into it. You can’t punch away an infection, Matt.” 

His face slackens into confusion as you move to squat in front of him so you can open the kit and begin to rummage through it. 

“What..?”

“I need to clean it,” you repeat as you inspect the meager contents of the kit. “And disinfect it. I’m not very good at stitches yet, but you have butterfly stripes,” you hold up the pack as you find it and continue your rambling, “and gauze, so we can wrap it, and hopefully that should be good enough. Do you know what caliber it was? Was it a hollow point?”

He doesn’t answer you right away, and you assume he is trying to remember what happened. You focus on reading the different packets you pick up, setting aside wipes and antibiotic ointments. If it was through and through, you shouldn’t have to get out any debris, but you add the tweezers to your pile anyway. Your mind is a step-by-step checklist of everything you need and you really hope all your studying has prepared you for your first real wound cleaning. You are a pro at scraped knees and paper cuts, but a bullet wound is a completely different level. 

“What?” Matt repeats and you look up to see he looks completely dumbfounded. “You…aren’t angry?”

It is your turn to be confused. 

“Why…would I be angry?” you ask slowly, trying to understand why he is asking. “You..didn’t mean to get shot, did you?” He shakes his head slowly, and your lips turn down into a frown. “Then..I’m not angry.” 

You slowly sit yourself down and cross your legs, trying to process your own feelings around your Fix It and Make Things Better thoughts, “I’m scared that you got hurt. And I’m worried..I worry about you every night when you go out, but this…this is small, right? It’s through and through and in your arm and you aren’t bleeding everywhere, and you are standing on your own. You’re…you’re okay. You’re hurt. You’re hurt. But you’re okay…you’re okay and I just need to make sure you stay okay.” Tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, and you shake your head to chase them away. “Please let me make sure you are okay.”

Slowly, Matt kneels in front of you and takes your face in his hands. He thumbs away a tear that managed to escape before leaning in to press his forehead to yours. 

“I’m okay,” he whispers, the Devil gone from his voice, and he sounds so so tired. “I’m okay, my darling. Let me get out of this and you can clean it, yeah? Then we can go to bed.” 

You press into his touch, needing it to ground you and help you keep your emotions in check. 

Matt’s hurt, but he is okay. It’s just a little wound, something you can handle. You know he is going to get hurt, going out and acting as a vigilante, and it isn’t always going to be bruises and split knuckles. 

People shoot at him. They try to stab him. They might have weird fire breath or laser beams. 

He’s going to get hurt, but right now he is okay. He just needs to be patched up and that is something you can do. 

You’ve been practicing and studying to make sure he will stay okay. 

You take a shaky breath and center yourself, then let your lips turn up into a small smile, “You’re all sweaty, you need a shower before bed. Or Minnie will complain that you are stinky in the morning.”

Matt huffs a small laugh and tips his head up to kiss your forehead. “Well, according to her my whole apartment is stinky and dusty and cold.”

“That’s why we are playing housekeeper tomorrow,” you whisper as he pulls away. 

You allow yourself to wipe your eyes with your nightshirt as Matt removes the rest of his armor, leaving him in just his boxers. You then focus on double checking all the items you’ve gathered, letting your mind go back into Practical mode versus Emotional. 

“Why do you have a duffel bag?” you finally ask, curious as to what he had been up to all night and why he has a new accessory. 

Matt gives a quiet groan, then begins to explain as he sits himself in front of you. “I found an abandoned…lab is the only way I can put it, in one of the utility tunnels. I guess it got flooded out with all the rain and whoever was running it was clearing it out. When I got there, there was only one guy.” As he talks, you begin to clean his wounds, and you are not surprised at how stoic he remains despite the stinging of antiseptics. “I think he was just grabbing files, and that is what is in the bag. Paper files and what I think are thumb drives. I’m not too sure.”

You look up in time to see him turn his lips down into a hard scowl. “The whole place reeked of human blood, though. Not fresh - stale. And there were cages. It was just a few rooms, but someone was definitely up to no good down there.” He flexes his fingers, then says your name softly. “I think it was some sort of government agency. The gun the guy had was standard issue for the FBI and the way he moved was in line with their training, but it didn’t feel like the FBI. It felt more advanced and after everything with Fisk I don’t think they’d try something twice here so close together. But in my gut, it’s telling me this isn’t something like the Hand or something underground.”

You turn to look at the simple bag laying on the floor, your heart sinking as you take it in. You trust Matt’s gut with this - this is not his first rodeo, and he has so much more information about all of this than you ever will. 

“Do you want me to read them for you?”

He shakes his head, “No. Well.. yes, but no. I think this is something I need to take to everyone - Foggy, Karen, Frank, Jessica. Another piece of the puzzle of what has been going on lately. I think we all have different parts, and we need to start looking at what fits together.” He pauses, rolls his lip between his teeth. “I’d like for you to be there, too..if you’d like. I don’t want to keep you in the dark. You aren’t out there, like we are but..I’m dragging you into this just by being with you. I…” 

He stops, and turns to fully face you, pulling his bicep from your grasp so he can cup your jaw with his other hand. He runs his thumb over your lips. 

“I can’t risk losing you. If you being in the know and understanding everything that is going on is what is going to keep you safe - keep Minnie safe - then I can’t lie to you and I can’t hide anything. But I need you to understand that there is a risk of knowing what lurks in the shadows. It is your choice; I want it to be your choice. I need you to be okay, too.” 

You don't need to let the words turn over in your mind - you know your answer. “I want to be there. I want to help, even if it is just helping you talk through things. You don’t need to hide things from me. I…I understand what you are doing.”  You mimic him and reach to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb so lightly over his lower lip. “I just want you to be safe, Matt. I want you to come home at night.” 

You purposefully use the word, knowing it triggered a reaction before. 

It does again.  

His eyes flutter close, and he kisses your finger gently. 

“I’ll always come back to you,” he breathes out before swallowing thickly. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and you wonder if he wants to say more.

Do you want him to say more?

You don’t know.

You don’t know and you don’t want to think about it. 

“Okay,” he whispers as you hand drops, and he turns so you can apply butterfly strips to the holes in his bicep. 

You just want Matt to be safe and right now that means finishing wrapping his bicep. You let your thumb linger on his lip for a moment before pulling away, “I’m almost done with your arm. I..I think it doesn’t need stitches. Everything here should be plenty.” 

You let your mind fall back to your guides as you wrap the gauze, mentally picturing exactly what you need to do while also making mental notes about directions you need to change and products you need to buy to fill out Matt’s first aid kit. While he has apparently been so much better at taking care of himself, his supplies are a bit lacking. 

As you finish, you hesitate before leaning in and placing a small kiss over the entrance wound, mumbling as you do, “Minnie would admonish me if I didn’t add a kissie for extra healing.” 

“She is the Doctor,” Matt replies gently, and you can’t help but smile.

You start to repack the first aid kit as Matt pushes up into standing to gather his own gear. You both clean in a comfortable silence and only once everything is put away, does Matt come back to you. 

“Shower with me?” He asks, his voice soft and low and your whole body quivers for him.

You don’t reply with words. You take his offered hand, and he leads you to the small room. 

The two of you can barely fit in the shower together, but it doesn’t matter. As soon as you are under the water, you are one.

Matt cups your jaw with both hands as he kisses you like he is savoring every microsecond. It is slow and languid, and you melt together so easily. Your hands are in his hair, pulling his closer, like you want to absorb him because maybe you do. Maybe you want him to absorb you, because you are safe in his arms, and nothing will ever hurt you or make you cry if he is there. 

You have Matt Murdock, and you have the Devil and he has you.

You don’t know if it's hours or minutes or days that pass before one callused hand drops to your thigh and with the lightest of touches, urges it up. Once it is around his waist, Matt rocks forward and slides into you with no resistance.

His pumps are as slow as his kisses and you lose yourself in him. If you could think, you would imagine he is lost in you as well, but the only thing on your mind is the pleasure he is bringing you and how perfectly full you feel.

His name is falling from your lips over and over, breathless and needy, but not for a release - just for him and it is like he knows that. His head drops to your shoulder, and he buries his nose into your throat, his lips moving in words barely heard above the spray of the shower.

Your name.

Mine.

Yours.

Perfect. 

Please.

God.

Love. 

((“I love you.”))

((“I love you, too.”))

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