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your subby college matt stuff is so jkhjdfjsdjh i'm just imagining him getting overstimmed for the first time 🫶🫶

tyyy honey 🩷🩷🩷

precum is already staining the jeans he fumbles to get off, but when he finally gets inside you? he’s spurting out cum even before he settles on your clit properly. hosing down your pussy in white stickiness. matt’s grunts turn into soft moans as he ruts into you, his hips highlighted by the moonlight. woah, tiger. you tease, leaning your head back as you soak in his sexual pleasure. i..um..i just..ugh. he mutters, at a loss for words. you frown, glancing up at his dazed expression, his eyes seeming more blank than usual. you help him ease out of your wet, sopping pussy, and lay him down on the bed. shhh, you’re ok, matty. you’re ok. you whisper to his half-asleep self, running your fingers through his hair.

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oh my goodness. insanely good angst.

You Will Forever

summary: you and matt are one in the same, and that never ends well for people like you. warnings: some serious angst, blood, violence, religious imagery. a/n: sorry for this one

You cried silently. Matt stood, rain soaked, in your balcony doorway. The concrete below him was flooded red. His shirt clung to his chest, what was left of it anyway. His mask was clutched in a bloodied hand. He could hear you crying. He could hear your breathing hitch and hiccup as you sobbed, quietly. You were frozen still.

You bit your tongue so hard it bled, and the familiar taste of blood flooded your mouth. It was soothing. And your fingers clutched the cross around your neck, and it burned. You couldn't pull your hand away, you let it sear against your skin. Your nails dug into the palm of your other hand, you wanted to draw blood. You wanted the relief of knowing you were alive, that your heart was pumping and you could still bleed.

"Who are you?" you whispered, shakily.

"Y/N, please," Matt's voice cracked as he pleaded.

"I don't know who you are anymore, Matt. God, what the fuck are we even doing anymore?"

Matt could smell your blood. He caved. He took tentative steps into your bedroom. You made no move to back away. You couldn't move, even if you wanted to. He reached out for your hand, uncurling your fingers and pressing his own into your grip. His blood mingled with yours in some sort of violent vow renewal, unspoken and secret.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry, but I'm trying, for you." He caressed your bruised cheek, a cut decorating your jaw from where a bottle had smashed against your skin. "I'm here, aren't I? I'm alive, and I'm here, and I'm so, terrifyingly in love with you. You're the only person I ever think about."

"Don't tell me that," you sobbed.

You tore away from him suddenly, fleeing to the bathroom were you gripped the sink so hard it nearly shattered. Sobs wracked your body. You shook so violently that your knees gave way and Matt had to catch you before you hit the floor.

You wanted to bash your head against the tile and curl up and be left. You wanted to lie and bleed on the cold tile until the last drops of love you held for Matt had been purged. Matt's hand were everywhere, you could smell him, and feel him, and he was everywhere. You couldn't breath, he was suffocating you.

"Fuck!" You screamed, pushing him off of you. "Don't fucking touch me."

Matt was frightened. You were someone of few words. You normally patched him up without saying a word, and the silently curled up next to him in bed. You never shouted, you never screamed, you never cried, you hardly even spoke. And so he took his hands away and backed out of the bathroom, observing from the door.

You forced yourself up off the tile. You were struggling to walk as you shoved past Matt and wobbled into the kitchen. Matt followed, close on your heels. He reached out for you, dripping blood on your floor. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to kiss you, and wipe away your tears. You sobbed as his hands came into contact with your skin. He burned. You pulled away, clutching your sides where he touched you. He burned you. The cross burned, and so you ripped it from around your neck and flung it onto the floor. Matt bent down and felt for it, the cool metal comforting him a little.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, breath ghosting over your neck, cooling where you were burned.

You caved. You collapsed into his arms, clinging to his neck and sobbing. He kissed your forehead, and then your temple. His kisses trailed across your jaw and down your neck where he buried his head.

"I've got you," he murmured.

You wove your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled his face up to meet yours, and kissed him. And it burned. And you cried. But he was he was here. And he was alive. You could feel his heart pounding against his chest. You grinned through the pain.

But you soon pulled away. This was all wrong. You couldn't live this life. You were not Matt's. You would never be Matt's. You will never be his first choice.

You will forever be on the back-burner. You will forever be the second choice. You will forever be forgotten. You will forever wait. You will forever cry. You will forever be wanting a love that you do not deserve. You will forever be burned. You will forever bleed. You will forever be left behind. You will forever worry. You will forever yearn. You will forever be waiting.

And he will not always come home.

Matt is unreliable. And you are unstable. And you are manic. And he is violent. He is the city's. And you are not his. You are second to two square kilometers of concrete.

"Why are you here?" Suddenly all emotion is void from your voice.

You stared at the cross on the wall, a gift from Matt. You stared at it, and hoped that the floor will open up and swallow you whole. You would rather burn in hell for eternity than have this conversation. You are so painfully in love, and still, he hurts you. He burns you. He forever will.

"because," he started. He stopped. He tries again. "Because-" The words get stuck in his throat. He chokes. He holds back tears, and he spits it out. "Because I'm in love with you."

"You're in love with the idea of me, Matt," your voice sounds far away.

You look at everything but Matt. He keeps his distance. He holds your cross close to his chest. It's covered in blood from where your nails broke skin on your palm. It's comforting.

"You're in love with this pathetic little character I play, Matt. This ditsy, doting, little nurse who stays up all night worrying about her stupid fucking vigilante boyfriend because he doesn't actually love her but she's gone fucking blind because she loves him too much." You scream, suddenly.

Matt flinched.

"I'm not stupid, Matt." He stays silent. "I'm not pathetic. And I'm not waiting for you, not anymore. You either get your shit together, or you leave me the fuck alone."

Matt knows which one he has to choose. He lays your bloodied necklace on the counter and walks to your front door. You collapse to the floor, sobbing and shaking as the door shuts behind him.

You don't see him for a few days. You call in sick to work. You spend all day in bed. You had cried all your tears and now you were numb. You slept with the balcony doors unlocked, in the hopes that Matt would swing by. And then one day there's a knock on your door.

There's a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. It's Matt's messy scrawl on the card. 'Getting my shit together.'

The next day, there's another bouquet. Except this time it's accompanied by a bottle of wine. And that night there's a little love heart drawn into the condensation on the balcony door.

It's the little things you begin to notice. The way that there's always flowers at your door, or a note slipped under your pillow. One day you wake up to Matt's bloodied boot prints all over your floor. And a note: 'Im not being creepy, I needed antiseptic. By the way, you're out of antiseptic.'

"Matt?" You stare at the silhouette on your balcony. It's him. You crawl out of bed and open the door for him. He had knocked.

He walked past you. He placed the soggy bouquet on your desk. It was raining again. You flooded at the floor, no blood in the puddles that trailed behind him.

"C'mon," you mumbled quietly. You began to pull Matt gently towards the bathroom.

"No," Matt whispered, tugging you into his arms. "I'm not hurt."

"Then why are you here?"

"For you," he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You were falling asleep against him. He lead you back towards your bed and laid you down. He shed his wet sweater, and the rest and slid into bed next to you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. You'll never doubt me again, I promise."

He clasped something around your neck. Your hand raised and wrapped around the cross that now hung over your chest. It was his.

"Matt, no-" you protested.

"I know, but, just wear it, for me?"

You sighed, and then you smiled. You nodded slowly, curling into Matt's chest. He wrapped his arms around you, he's never letting you go.

You will forever be his.

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sub!Matt is true Matt

imagine telling him to come inside for the first time and he's sorta panicking bc WHAT

but then you whisper in his ear about how much u love him that u want him inside of u gjsfisnfn

oh he’d be a fiend for whispers. the gentle rasp in your voice, your smirk that he can hear in the tone. but matt is so sub. catholic = masochist = submission. easy. he doesn’t like wearing condoms because of the sensory issues with them (or so he says..) so you two rely on the pull and pray, and a lot of tissues for when he cums five minutes in. but on his birthday, you finally let him finish in you. in all your glory. the pussy he’s come to memorize. it’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him, The lazy smile on his face after. he keeps hugging you, muttering about how much he loves you. it’s a moment of pleasure, but he still gets all sleepy after, falling asleep on your chest.

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i fully believe matt had a thing for being called "matthew" in bed in college.. like. matty was saved for his dad and foggy, everyone called him matt, and his teachers would call him matthew sometimes in the beginning, but mostly switched to matt after his second semester

but being called "matthew~" in that tone did something for him like nothing else

immediately think of s2 of daredevil; can’t remember a time where elektra doesn’t call him “matthew”.

but yes, it makes him feel..more mature, in a way. like he’s ready for this. for sex, for lust, for everything with you. which he isn’t, but he tries his best! and he’ll always try so, so hard for you, wanting to do anything to please you. the first time he hits your g-spot, you let out a good job, matthew. he’s hooked on it from there. he’d pace his dorm, muttering matthew to himself like a prayer. he never directly tells you how much he loves it, but when you call him matthew at a party once, you see his cheeks get a little pink and his jeans a little tighter.

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when he accidentally steps on your long-forgotten vibrator one day, you have to steer him away from feeling it up, despite the fact he can smell you all over it, like some confused puppy. no, honey, you should go wash your hands.. but when you use it on him? oh, he is over the moon. so whiny and squirmy, cumming so quick. <<< from a previous ask u did abt college!matt I'm just thinking about him and the vibrator... it's on my mind 24/7....

yessss college!matt and a vibrator is my otp.

and matt is such a masochist, too. he thrives off the torture you put him through when you restrict him from cumming. holding the vibrator inches away from his hardened cock. and he can here the buzz, buzz, but he can’t get the relief, the pleasure. he’s whimpering and whining. please, please, please…and you’re smirking so hard, keeping it there for a few more moments before placing it on his dick. and the second it hits him, he’s cumming like there’s no tomorrow. and with you, he doesn’t really care if there is.

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thinking about matt getting pegged..... mr masochist trying so hard to hold in his own orgasm to make it last longer.... burying his face in the sheets trying (and failing!) to stop moaning so loud.... mmmm yeah...

mhm mhm mhm

he’s so worried about disturbing the neighbors - his heightened senses making his moans and grunts of pleasure that much louder to his ears. and he loves you being in control, softly cooing to him. so good for me, huh? just let me make you feel good, matthew. meanwhile he can barely speak, so lost in the pleasure to even comprehend your words.

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anon from the "matt using religion in bed" ask here. you said so sorry anon in your tags but baby it was perfect my brain is melting. just imagine coming back from church and next thing you know you're on your knees telling him stuff like "such a catholic doing such terrible things to me. what would god say, matty?" but he immediately makes you embarrassed saying something like "maybe if you weren't such a dirty slut i wouldn't be tempted and we wouldn't have to keep praying for forgiveness"

oh my goodness YES!!!!

you’d be so back and forth with each other. he’d be praying the same rosary he ties your hands with. you’d be on your knees both in the pews and in the bedroom. I think he might not like calling you a slut or a whore because you’re so amazing, he couldn’t degrade you like that. but I think he would constantly say that you’re tempting him, whether it be with a shorter dress or a chaste kiss or even begging for him to put his cock in you when he’s knuckle deep in your cunt. it’s a cycle, a routine: have wonderful, amazing sex together, then spend an hour begging for forgiveness from God.

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college!matt getting toys used on him for the first time 🫶🫶🫶 I think a vibrator or a stroker on his deck would turn him into a whiney mess

yesss I have this which might be what you want but also-

matt loves when you use your vibrator on him. partly because of the teasing- you holding it inches from his shaft, giggling. and partly because there’s traces of you on it, of old cum from before him. you have him use it on you one time, but he just gets so whiny. but baby, I wanna be in you… he moans, lazily moving the toy around your clit. and so, you’ve found a new way to torture your little masochist.

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after all these years of searching. sub!college era!matt? on my dash? I can't thank you enough hsghsgsgSHGSHSG

you got more?

ahhhh so happy you liked it!!!

omg but matt going back to his dorm after you two fuck, and foggy isn’t there, and he’s still trying to chase that high so damn badly. he’s jumping his pillow, rutting against the creaky mattress, jacking off, anything to try and replicate the pleasure he felt last night. none of it works as well, obviously, and just leaves him a sticky, whiny mess.

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HI HELLO JUST FOUND ALL OF YOUR MATT WITH TOYS POSTS UUHHMMMMMMNNNGGGHHHNNMM

anyways. I can't stop thinking about Matt using the vibrator on you while he's balls deep. He can feel the vibrations in your walls. Think on this with me.

ok I think that matt hates the vibrator (due to the fact he wants to be in you whenever he can) but I think he wouldn’t mind doubling up with it. as he gets more confident, I think he’ll start to protest, saying that he knows you better than a toy. but for now, he enjoys it. the gentle thrumming on your walls that go against his dick, as it softly moves around your clit. lazily, as if he’s letting the vibrator do more work than his own cock. though, he’d be cumming a lot sooner when you ‘accidentally’ move, so the vibrator hits his tip.

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your college!matt stuff is so aaaaa it's making me giggle and kick my feet over a fictional man. i think he'd be so innocent and desperate and enamoured with his girl that it would end up developing into a full blown mommy kink. he's lying on his bed fully clothed, trying not to lose his mind when she straddles him wearing next to nothing, her hands on his chest to stabilise herself as she leans into his ear to whisper filthy things to him. his breathing is shaky and he's barely holding on to sanity, his hands running over every inch of her body she'll let him touch, begging her for more, and that's when the first "please, mommy --" slips out of his mouth. neither of them are expecting it, but she's extremely into it. "oh?" she'd whisper teasingly, running one manicured hand along his jaw as the other clenches the fabric of his t-shirt. "what was that, baby? say it again."

oh my goodness I love this!!! especially after sex when you’re laying with each other, and he’s all cuddled into your chest. mm, mommy.. he whimpers as he nuzzles further into your chest, dozing off like a sleepy little puppy.

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just finished it. screaming crying and making kissy noises at the screen

me watching anything with charlie cox in it

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omg new theme! cute!!!!

thank you honey!!! took me way too long to figure out lol, but I love it sm

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Just wanna say I adore your blog description! It’s so cute. 🥰

awww ty hon!! finally got around to making it lol