#kat celebrates 🎊

[waywardnerd67]

Happy Birthday my sweetest friend! Wish we could celebrate together but we will in spirit. Our friendship is one of the best things to come out of this hellhole and I’m forever grateful for you.

I know it’s bittersweet giving what you’ve had going on lately but I hope you do something fun and for you today. Sending you the biggest birthday hug! Love you so much Nikki! 💙🎂🎉🥳🎁🎊😘💙

Thank you my sweet friend! We have to plan a birthday celebration together soon. I’m going to try and make the best of my day and snuggle my other furbabies a little extra.

I love you Kat! 😘

(Birthday post for you incoming soon lol)

[freshabogados]

first of all, CONGRATS ON 120!!!!! Super happy our blogs found each other and got us introduced 🥺♥️ Now I’ve got a request that’ll ruin your life but this is another one you’ll have to store for May for me bec i wont be able to read it now - smut numbers 11 and 15. okay? RIP

HEIDI DARLING! THANKYOU 💗��

Maybe I'll make this a 300 followers special????

Gods! I'm so happy that you just crashed in and dropped that Matt-thot that day 🥺💗 Look at us!

I'm so sorry you had to wait a whole month for this. To make it up to you I'm making this super long!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Tags: smut, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (cover 'em before you shower 'em), kinky!matt, softdom!matt, creampie, MDNI.

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You decided to head over to Matt's office and surprise him with some soba noodle salad and curry buns. You were hungry, not for food, but for him. Your frustration was getting the best of you and you decided to put an end to it. The only remedy? Matt.

You wore a soft navy blue sleeveless dress that ended right above your knees. You knew how much Matt liked the material of this dress.

“It feels like your skin” he said when you first wore it. It seemed like the right choice for a long day of teasing.

Matt was aching for you, too. He missed the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock, your hands digging into his back and pulling in his hair, the sound of your moans echoing through the apartment and vibrating down his body, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his. He missed you.

You entered Nelson, Murdock, and Page and greeted Karen and Foggy with some curry buns and moved to Matt's office. Matt could smell you as soon as you entered the building, your scent overpowered by the food you were carrying. His stomach grumbled as he inhaled the delicious steam.

"Hello there, Devil man! How's your day been?" your voice was chirpy for someone who hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past week.

"Hello, my angel! It wasn’t very interesting until you walked in. Are you wearing that blue dress?" he said with his cheeky grin on full display. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks and ears.

Bastard.

You had to be in control of this situation, not him.

"Yes, I am and I brought lunch! I decided to cut short my day and have lunch with you. I couldn't handle the stress my work was putting me under. Is it okay if I stay here till we go back home?"

"Of course, you can stay sweetheart. And, if you want, you can lie down on the couch and get some sleep after lunch? You haven't been sleeping well." Matt knows how the tension has been building in you. And he hated himself for not being able to help you even though you told him that his presence was more than enough.

"Yeah, I'd like that. But first, noodles!"

You scooted your chair close to Matt's, a little too close, and ate your lunch as you filled him in on your work. Your thighs were glued to his, occasionally moving them to create some friction. You dropped your hand innocently on the top of his thigh, close to his cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze when he talked about some obstacles they were facing with their case. Your leg brushed against his foot from time to time, your barefoot running up and down his slacked calf. Your voice was a little lower and huskier than usual. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Matt. All those times he fucked you senseless, all those times you made him whimper and beg, you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the minute.

Matt didn't get a whiff of your intentions behind your seemingly sinless actions. At least not at first.

After having a filling lunch your eyelids started to get heavy. Your breathing was becoming long and deep. You sat beside Matt, watching him move his thick fingers on the paper. You leaned your head on his shoulder and within minutes you fell into a deep slumber.

Matt gently moved your head to the desk and listened to your faint snores, a content smile graced his face, as you continued your peaceful sleep.

You woke up to the sound of Foggy and Karen laughing. You lifted your head off the table and found yourself alone in Matt's office. You let out a sleepy yawn and stretch your hands to release any remnant sleep.

You walked outside the room and were greeted by the chirpy voices of Karen and Foggy bidding their goodbyes to Matt. Karen pulled you in for a hug before the duo made their way out of the office.

"Morning, sunshine!" Matt turned to you and pulled in for a quick kiss.

"Good morning, handsome." you whispered as you pulled away.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhmm. Like a baby. I hope I didn't disturb you while you worked." you smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt and loosened his tie.

Matt chuckled and brought his forehead to rest on yours "Good. And, you did not. I enjoyed the company."

"You enjoyed my snoring company?"

"I loved your snoring company."

You leaned in and kissed Matt once more, tangling your hands behind his neck. Matt's hands pulled you in by your waist, pressing his chest to yours. In the middle of the kiss, you realised that your mission was halted.

You pulled back from the kiss and dragged your hands down his sides. Matt's body became stiff under your feathery touch.

"Coffee?" you asked, stepping away from his grasp.

"Sounds good"

Matt followed you to their kitchenette and pulled out his cup.

You leaned against his back, your chest pressed against his back, to get another cup. You ran your finger along his exposed forearm as you reached towards the cupboard.

Your breath fanned against his ears eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

Taking advantage of his reaction you huskily whispered in his ears.

"Sorry, couldn't reach it"

Matt cleared his throat and removed the collar button of his shirt. It was suddenly getting a little hot in his small law firm.

You hummed the tune of your favourite song and swayed, occasionally leaning your chest on Matt's arms as you waited for the coffee.

Matt was starting to feel a small tension build within himself. You weren’t teasing him and yet he felt the urge to strip you naked and consume you raw on his desk. Maybe because he hadn't had you in a week.

Matt's head shot up realising what you had been doing ever since you got here.

Of course. I should’ve known when you came in wearing that dress.

He caught up with your mischievous mission and it would only be right to reward you for being sneakily sexy.

Matt turned towards you and circled his arms around your waist, higher than he usually holds you, resting his hand just below your breast.

“What are you doing, Matty?”

“Don’t act all innocent, darling. I know what you’re up to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making coffee.” you twist under his firm hold gesturing towards the coffee maker.

“Sure, you are.” Matt says while turning off the coffee maker and swiftly lifting you up in his arms. Coffee wasn’t going to keep him up all night.

His sudden movement catches you off guard making you squeal in excitement. You circle your arms and legs around his muscular frame as he carries you out of the kitchenette and towards his office.

“I have to say. I am very impressed with how sneaky you were. Good girl.” Matt drops his tone making you shudder in his arms.

He stood in front of his office door and tried to unlock it with one hand.

Laughter filled the silent office as you watched Matt struggle to open the door.

“Wait. Wait. Let me help you with that.” you giggle as you remove one of your hands from behind his neck and unlock the door. Matt’s grip on you stays firm as ever.

He kisses your neck as you turn your head towards the doorknob, making you gasp as pleasure washes over you.

Matt kicks the door open with his legs and plops you down on his desk.

He stood tall between your legs and pushed the dress up exposing a large part of your thighs.

Hunger grumbles at your core as your arousal fills the room. It washes over Matt’s senses like a wave and crashes at his core making his pants tighter around his crotch.

You pulled Matt towards you and let all the pent up sexual tension and frustration fuel your desire, and kissed him.

Matt’s restrained grunt echoed in your mouth. You worked your hands on his tie, unlooping them hastily while Matt kneaded your hips pulling you closer to his tented slacks. His clothed cock brushed against your inner thighs and you pulled him impossibly closer to you by his unlooped tie. Matt slid the sleeve of your dress down your arm and tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck, his hungry mouth never leaving yours as you undo his belt. The pen stand and paper files on his desk cluttered on the floor. You both were really going to make a mess.

Gasps and sighs fill the empty office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page as Matt devoured your neck brewing hickeys for tomorrow. Your desire gets frantic and you pull his earlobe between your teeth, evoking a pained snarl from Matt.

“I want you to fuck me, counsellor.” You look into his sightless hazel eyes as they grow hasty.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Matt almost growled like an animal ready to feast on its prey.

“I want you everywhere, Matthew.”

You yelp as Matt tugs you towards the edge of the desk and gets down on his knees. You rest your hands, behind you, for support.

An unrestrained moan breaks out of your lips looking at him get on his knees for you.

His signature smirk appears on his face listening to your passionate noises.

Matt kissed the inside of your thighs, pulling your dress up simultaneously, before he bit the skin above the waistband of your panties.

You yelped and one hand flew towards him to pull on his dishevelled hair.

He bit one side of your panties and hooked a finger on the other side and pulled it down your legs. Instead of discarding it away on the floor he pocketed it in his tight slacks.

The sweet and tangy smell of your slick filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and dove right into your wetness.

Matt’s tongue performed a well choreographed ballet on your sensitive cunt. Your moans and whimpers served as his orchestra.

Chills washed over you as you felt the tight knot in your stomach coming undone. Matt sensed how close you were and lapped his tongue ferociously. You shuddered, struggling to keep yourself up on his desk. As if reading your thoughts, Matt’s hand travelled up your torso and pushed you down on his desk, his mouth never halting the dance. He kept his hand on the bulge of your breasts and pinched your hardening nipples covered by layers of clothing.

Your hand reached out to grasp on to the edge of the desk to ground yourself and not slip into a different world. Your other hand kept its grip on Matt’s soft hair.

“Matt, please!” you cried out, unable to continue this journey.

“Please, what, darling?” his voice muffled by your supple skin around him.

“Ma- Counsellor, please. Please make me cum.”

Matt moved away from your aching heat and caught his breath.

“Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my tongue like my good little slut.”

And that was your weakness. The way his words strip you off your senses. So commanding yet considerate.

You arch your back trying to get more of Matt’s mouth on your cunt. You painfully whimpered as his tongue entered your tight walls and his skillful fingers played with your clit. He pumped his tongue in and out, in a frantic pace, making you blurt out incoherent words. Matt groaned into your wet pussy as you clenched around his tongue and spilled your sweet essence into his mouth.

You struggled to catch your breath as Matt lifted you off his desk and kissed you, pouring his need into mouth. The taste of your juice mixed with Matt’s saliva was making you both dizzy.

Your hunger burnt like the fires of hell. Still not satisfied, you pushed yourself off the desk and continued tangling in Matt’s mouth. Your hand dropped to his bulge. He was hard and wet with his leaking pre-cum, aching for you. You kissed Matt’s exposed neck and started to make your way down to his thick cock when he pulled you up, stopping you from wanting him in your mouth.

“Oh no. You don’t get to taste me, sweetie.” Matt’s voice was heavy with greed.

“But I want to make you feel good!” you mewled.

“Oh, you want to make me feel good? Aren’t you such a darling? Well, then, be good for me, let me have you as I wish…okay?”

Ever the gentleman.

“Mhmm, yes please, counsellor!” you whined softly.

Matt kept walking you backwards towards the wall as he unzipped your dress and slipped the sleeves down your arms. Your dress pooled around your waist as Matt undid the clasps of your bra. He pulled them off of you and pocketed it as well.

Matt’s mouth latched itself onto your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting the tender skin, making you moan as pain and pleasure wove and unwove. His calloused hands kneaded your breasts like a baker kneading his dough. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers making you shriek.

All of a sudden Matt flipped you and pushed your body towards the window, your boobs pressed onto the glass as he pulled your waist against his fully hard cock.

“Matt. Matt, what are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m having my way with you.”

“But, Matty! Against the window? Are you insane? What if someone sees Matt?”

“Should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt sweetheart.” Matt leaned down and whispered into your ears. You watched through the corner of your eyes as he pulled down his boxers and pants. His painfully thick cock sprang free from its restraints.

“Plus, I’d never let anyone see my beautiful girl now, will I?” Matt said, stroking himself.

He put two of his fingers into your mouth asking you to lather your saliva onto them.

“Good girl. Now be my sweet little slut and open your legs wide.”

Your hands found their purchase on the glass as Matt teased your entrance with his swollen head. You pressed your heat onto him, begging him to fill you up already.

“Use your words.” Matt grunted.

“Uhhh...please Matty. Fuck me already!” Your words came out as a cry as Matt finally pushed himself into you, stretching you out.

His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you with a painfully slow pace. Your mewls matched the tempo of his thrusts. You pushed your hip towards him and increased the pace as you fucked yourself on his girth.

Matt’s hand snaked around your neck and pulled your head back as his hips snapped into you breaking your movements and resuming his own. Matt’s thrusts were hard and slow.

“Matt, oh god! Faster. I need you to go faster.” you choked onto your words feeling his fingers press into your neck.

Matt obeyed your words and increased his pace but never stopped the force of his pumps.

Your stimulated pussy was clenching around Matt’s thickness. You were close to cumming, again.

The sounds of your sweet sobs and Matt’s hoarse grunts echoed through his tiny office.

You took one hand off of the window and rubbed your clit, trying to bring yourself closer to your release. Matt pulled your hand off and placed it back on the window and leaned on you, the slick on your fingers made impressions on the glass.

“No. Leave it to me.”

You scream in pleasure as Matt’s sturdy fingers circled your swollen bud. He drew mesmerising patterns on them, making your head spin.

The financial office next door was still working and you didn’t want them to know how you were being ruined in this little law firm. You swallowed your moans and left out broken cries but Matt had other ideas.

“Don’t hold back, darling. I know you want to scream my name- Ahhh fuck” Matt moaned as your walls fluttered around him.

“I want them to know what a perfect little girl you are.” Matt’s voice was breathy as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your debauched whimpers echoed like a mesmerising melody.

"Say my name. Louder, I want them to hear you. I want them to know who's destroying your sweet little cunt"

“Ahhhh, Maaatt. Oh gods! Yes!” pleasure rang in your ears as Matt thrusted into you mercilessly.

Matt pulled out and turned you around to face him, nudging you to jump. He pushed you against the translucent glass of his office. Your legs locked behind him, pushing him closer to you, almost merging with your body. Matt's hands rested on your ass, supporting your weight on him, while his mouth created sinful patterns on your neck and collar bone.

"You can take it baby, don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"

A desperate moan escaped your mouth in response.

He knew you were close. He knew you were breaking under his hold but he wanted to push you further. It was only right considering what you had been doing to him all afternoon.

You thread your hands in his hair and pull on to it as he repeatedly hits your swollen walls. His face now rested in the cavity of your chest, smushed between your breasts. His strained grunts vibrated through your chest and hit a spot in your stomach, erupting butterflies.

He sucked on your right breast causing a shudder to run through your enveloped body. Your mouth hung open, the blinding pleasure taking your ability to make sounds away from you. Your wet walls clenched around Matt's thick cock.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, you're just my little fucktoy aren't you? I know you can cum for me one more time. Please sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let me taste you."

"Ah, Ma-aatt! Oh I- I am so- So close" your words were breathy and broken. You looked down at Matt's blissed out expression.

He was very close, too. He was ready to shatter under your soft grasp. But he wanted you to coat him in your juices before he released his inhibitions into you.

You were entranced in all the sounds you were evoking from Matt. His moans, his sobs, his grunts, his words broken by your passionate assault, the sloppy sound of your skin slapping against his. The greatest music composition would lower its head in shame to all the sounds he made.

Matt was in a trance himself. Your sweet smell mixed with his tart taste, your almost inaudible squeaks, your pleased hums, all your desperate, filthy noises flooded his senses.

Matt’s coordinated and reckless pounding stuttered as beams of bliss lighted him from the inside.

“I- I’m gon- gonna cum. Sweetheart, I- oh God I want to fill you up. Can I?” Matt’s restrained voice, and breathless grunts pushed you closer to your edge.

“Yes! Please, Matthew!” you shrieked as you felt Matt twitch inside your compressing walls. Your nails clawed into his shirt covered shoulders making Matt hiss in pain.

“Please, counsellor, cum for me! Cum inside me!”

You screamed blissfully as your juice flushed out onto his cock buried deep in you. Matt let go of all his restraints as he bucked his hips a few times and released his salty essence into your velvety walls.

You both stayed glued together trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs.

Matt buried his face as he released puffs of hot air on your neck and you rested your head on his trying to sober up from the endorphin rush.

“I think I should pay more visits during lunch breaks” you said, still breathless from your acts of passion.

“Yeah, you should” Matt chuckled and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He placed you down, steadying you in his arms as your legs wobbled.

“Lift your leg” Matt said, taking your panties from his pocket and pulling them up. He halted mid thigh and ran a single finger along the length, gathering his cum dripping out of your pussy. He stood up and without needing any instructions you opened your mouth and sucked his finger clean.

“Such a good girl. My good girl.” He said as he pecked your lips. You shivered as he spoke and reached down to pull your panties up.

You both cleaned yourself up and Matt cleaned his office while you went on to wash your face in the kitchenette.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Matt stood by the door with his cane in one hand and your bag in the another.

“Mhmm” you hummed taking your bag from him and looped your hand in his arm.

“Now, we must hurry.” Matt sounded impatient.

“Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

“Oh no, it’s not. I’m not done with you yet.” Matt kissed the corner of your lips and walked by your side with a cheeky grin.

A shy smile crept up your lips as you shook your head. His poor neighbours were going to complain tomorrow morning.

Thank you for taking the time to read my Matt-thots <3

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[requiem626k]

Reqqq Congrats on 100 followers I'm so happy for you🥺🥺❤

KAT 🥺❤️ Thank you so much ahh 😖

[lilyresources]

ONCE AGAIN IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY , DEV ! ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY  🧁🎉🎊

Here in celebration of your bday and wishing you many more to come !  Your birthday is the first day of another 365-day journey . I love an adore all the time and work you do for everyone here, especially giffing ! sending all my love to you ! once again I know how much you love kat thus here is an edit of her ! 

@katherinegmcnamara​

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Happy happy birthday Lisa!!! Hope you've had an absolutely wonderful day, and been celebrated properly 🎊🎂🎈🎉 sending you so much birthday love! ❤️

thank you very much kat ! lots of love to you 🥰✨❤️

[freshabogados]

Congratulations on 120 Kat! You deserve all the love! I haven’t asked for anyone for Matty smut in awhile so #23 from the smut list, please “I didn’t like the way they were looking at you”

AAAA ERICCA THANKYOU, LOVE 😭💗

ah, you've planted the seed for some spicy fruit 💀 and I shall deliver.

Tags: smut, heavy language, no pronouns, jealous!matt, jealous!reader, teasing, softdom!matt, switching, MDNI

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

Foggy had warned Matt about the size of the party. “She booked a venue, dude! A whole venue! It’s going to be a lot of people.” But even after his overwhelmed reaction you were surprised to see the number of people in the hall.

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Foggy and Marci had decided to get the ball rolling and get engaged. Marci has been a silent cheerleader for Foggy ever since Nelson and Murdock added a new partner, Page. This weekend they were throwing an engagement party and Marci wanted to show off her Foggy Bear to her friends and acquaintances.

Matt wore his fancy tuxedo and oh gods, did it do justice to his broad shoulders. You wore an asymmetrical cut green satin dress with one shoulder off. He knew where it hugged you and where it flowed, adding beauty to your significant curves. Matt loved the dress on you, but not for others to see you in it.

He kept his hand on the small of your back ever since you entered the party. He could feel your warm skin lined under the flimsy material of the dress. Your perfume swirling around you, engulfing Matt along with it. Your occasional laughs vibrated through your body, sending shivers down his spine. And then, he felt people's gaze shift around you as you moved. He heard the upticks in their heartbeats, snaps of heads turning in your direction as you stride with confidence along with Matt.

You keep your arms in his at all times, removing it from time to time to adjust your hair or drink the glass of champagne in your hands. But he craved more contact. He craved you.

You stood talking to Karen and Foggy while Matt was making acquaintances with Marci’s colleagues. This party doubled up as a lawyer’s get-together.

Matt was attracting some admirers himself. Marci’s friends were clearly interested in your mysterious man.

That’s right. He is yours.

You were throwing jealous glances towards where Matt stood and he cocked his head in your direction. A smirk graced his face. That was the last straw.

You excused yourself from your friends and walked towards Matt. Your steps were different. Your shoulders were rigid, your feet making hard contact with the floor, your breath thick and heavy. Matt shifted his body sensing the possessiveness radiating from your body. You stood next to Matt, your arm finding its place in his torso gripping onto him as if he would slip away like sand. A polite smile fixed on your lips.

Matt introduced you to his acquaintances and you saw a few faces fall with disappointment.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Murdock?” your voice was a little higher than a whisper. It was stronger than any alcohol Matt had been consuming that night.

“Uh...Yeah. Yes. Are you?” he asked you as a shaky breath exited his plump lips. He was flustered.

“I was. But I have an emergency right now and I need your assistance.” you weren’t lying. You did have an emergency and Matt was the only one who could resolve your problem.

Matt caught on to your emergency, quick like camphor. He could smell your arousal and you could see him shifting uncomfortably trying to conceal his hardening cock.

You both excused yourselves and were ready to leave. You made your way out of the hall, bidding goodbyes and congratulations to the newly engaged couple, when suddenly a thought crept up your mind.

You pushed Matt inside the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your lips were onto his immediately and Matt wasted no time in responding. You both were hungry for each other. His kisses reciprocated your passion and longing. Matt discarded his cane on the floor and pushed you against the cold marble wall.

“Oh no, Murdock. You don’t get to play tonight. I didn’t like the way your friendly acquaintances were looking at you. You’re mine. I’m going to make sure that anyone who passes by knows you’re mine.” you replied as you switched positions.

Matt let out a soft whine while his hands roamed around your body, his fingers catching onto the soft fabric of your dress. He let his hands find their rule on your butt, giving it a gentle squeeze occasionally as the kiss deepened.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, body pushed heavily against his. Your mouth made its way down his jaw and to his ears and finally to the sensitive area on his neck. You let your lips work their magic while your hands moved down his muscled torso, removing the button of his tux jacket to feel his strong body under your hands. Your one hand was planted his chest and the other hovered above his hard cock, teasing him.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already hard for me, huh, babe?” you rubbed your palm along the outline of his cock in his slacks, fingers brushing his length like feather. Matt’s breath hitched at your words. Your controlling demeanour was extremely arousing. But he needed to have you. He has been craving you since you came out of your bedroom wearing this dress.

He removed his hand from your ass and took hold of your wrists. He flipped the position you were previously in and held your hands above your head. His other hand massaged your breasts with a gentle pressure.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that when you’ve been walking around teasing me in this dress. I didn’t like the way they looked at you. You are mine.” He kissed you hungrily making sure you don’t forget who you belong to. Your bodies rubbed against each other, trying to ignite a new fire. His knees pushed your legs open and his thigh pressed against your core. He moved to your neck, kissing that soft spot behind your ears. You were dazed by his sudden switch. You mewled eagerly, urging Matt to go further.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine” his voice was raspy with lust.

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Matthew.” you were begging at this point.

Matt pulled himself off of you and let go of your hands above your head. He stood with his back pressed against the bathroom counter, a greedy grin danced on his lips. The pulsing between your legs grew stronger, yearning to feel anything Matt gave you.

“Good. Now get on your knees and show me I belong to you.”

Without uttering another word, you obliged. You freed his throbbing cock from the restrains of his slacks and boxers. You gave his girthy length a few slow pumps, taking his leaking pre-cum in your fingers and massaging his swollen head. Matt's head rolled back in pleasure and his hands found their grounding in your hair. After giving him a good few pumps you took him in your mouth and devoured Matt as if he was the last meal of your life.

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KAT!!!!! Congrats on 120 followers, so deserved!!! 🥳🎉❤️

please could i request

from the fluff prompts 10. “did you just kiss me?”

and from the smut prompts 3. “do that again.”

thank you! ❤️

MINDI MY LOVE THANKYOU 💖😚🤧💗

AAAHHHH this prompt do be so cute. Let me sprinkle some angst into it. Thankyou for sending it in 😚

Tags: angst, pure fluff, unresolved feelings resolved, Matt being the sweetest pretty boy 🤧, two dumb idiots in love.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

He is just being friendly. He is indifferent to you.

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You've been friends with Matt and Foggy ever since Karen introduced you to the attorney duo. You were assisting Karen with accessing some records and she thanked you by taking you to Josie's to meet Nelson and Murdock of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. You grew closer to the three over the months but felt an electric attraction to the handsome blind lawyer. You both flirted shamelessly every time you hung out at Josie's or at their little law firm. You were sure you had a crush on him and you were sure he had a crush on you, too. That hope went down the drain until Foggy told you about Matt's dating behaviours.

With that you shoved your stupid little crush on him into the back of the feelings closet and wiped your disappointment away. But a little bit of hope sneaked its way out and you were left aching every time you were around Matt. But neither of you made a move and that only contributed to your existing pain. Maybe you were just imagining things because someone was being genuinely kind to you.

Matt surely had a crush on you. He enjoyed the little moments you both shared. He caught himself looking forward to your presence, a giddy smile found its way to his lips every time you talked. The uptick of your heartbeat whenever he flirted back, heat surging through your body as you blushed at his compliments, accidental touches that leave him yearning for more of you were all he thought about when he lay awake at night.

But you stopped your usual flirty banter one day and Matt searched for his mistakes like a confused kitten.

Did I do something wrong? Or was it just my feelings playing a trick on me the whole time?

He didn't find an answer to his questions. But he didn't shove his feelings away, he just let it observe you from the corner of the room, letting it soak up the tiniest joys you bring him.

Foggy invited you to Josie's and you didn't pass up the chance of getting drunk, not when you were in the dumps. You happily accepted his invitation. Matt's usually not there with his friends and you assumed he just didn't fancy a night out; you weren't expecting to see him tonight. You walked in and your heart started doing its frenzy summersaults when you looked at Matt seated casually on the bar stool with a whiskey in his hands and sleeves rolled up exposing his thick forearms.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, giving yourself a mental warning. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and walked towards the bunch. You were greeted with hellos as you took your seat next to Matt. He smiled at you with his dimple illuminated by the dim lights in the bar as you greeted him back.

He looks so dreamy.

You tried your best to push any hopeful feelings away and got through the night without stumbling on your words and confessing your feelings towards Matt.

Matt offered to walk you back home and you didn't protest. That remnant hope was playing its games. Your walk back to your apartment was mostly silent except when Matt asked you something and you responded in a word or a phrase. Matt's heart sank with every cut-short response you gave him.

You stood in front of your apartment building wondering if you should say something. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, your brain was not being able to form the right words.

Matt was still holding you by your elbow with an expectant look on his face. He could hear the way your heart was beating the whole night; he could feel the goosebumps adorning your skin whenever he brushed his arms or legs against you. But you were holding back and he didn't know why.

"Good night, Matt" you said half-heartedly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

When Matt didn't respond you gathered the broken pieces of your desire and turned around to head back into the building. Tears stinging your eyes as they slowly start forming and blurring your vision.

Matt was woozy with feelings. He caught your slipping arms and pulled you into his chest while his free hand tilted your jaw towards his face. He leaned in, head empty without a thought but you, and kissed you. You were too stunned to respond. He pulled back, shame flooding through his body.

"Matt, why? I- did you just kiss me?" you smacked yourself mentally for asking an obvious question.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked before I did. I just- it's...You've been distant lately and I'm sorry. I-"

"Do that again." You cut short his nervous blabbering and leaned your forehead on his. He wasn't indifferent. He liked you, too. And that small kiss burned all your worries away and boosted some confidence within.

Matt was processing everything that had just happened. He placed his lips on yours, again, and as his brain put the pieces together, he kissed you. His kiss was deep, trying to make up for the lost opportunities.

You kissed him back, humming into his mouth. His lips were warm and soft. They were plump in the city's cold night winds. You could taste a tinge of his whiskey in your mouth when he deepened the kiss.

Your arms locked themselves behind his head, hands running through his fluffy hair. Matt pulled you in by your waist, slightly purring into your mouth as your fingers scratched his scalp. His palm was caging your jaw in his hand, angling your face properly to taste more of you. His thumb drew small circles on your cheek and you felt yourself melting away in his embrace.

You pulled back from each other to gasp for air. A shy smile was tattooed on your lips as you looked at Matt returning the same expression. You stood there, forehead to forehead, silently giggling.

"I wish I had done that sooner." Matt broke the silence and chuckled.

"You should've but don't worry anymore, you can kiss me anytime you want to, now." you finished your sentence with an affirming kiss on the tip of Matt's nose. His face was flushed pink and the crinkles around his eyes added more beauty to him. He kissed you once more, twice, thrice before he finally let go of you. You gave him one last peck on his nose before you walked into your building. You glanced back to see Matt's blushing face smiling and looking toward you, the yellow streetlight making his features twinkle.

Gods, how is he so beautiful?

If oxygen wasn't such a necessity you both would spend an eternity in the throne of your lips feasting on the warmth you gave each other.

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