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writingdumpster · 2 years

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good boyfriend

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, fingering, male receiving oral, cum eating, daddy! kink, p in v, creampie

summary: Matt's worried about being a good boyfriend because he's never had a relationship as serious as yours. To assure him he's a good boyfriend you tell him you love him the first time.

word count: 2,700

“Come back to bed, Matty.”

You were wrapped up in his blankets looking over at Matt who was pulling clothes out of his dresser. He had only gotten you to let him out of your arms when he threatened to pee on you. But now he was defying his orders to immediately return to bed.

“Foggy called,” he said. “We’ve got a problem with the Asimov case.” He picked up a shirt and then went to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Let Foggy handle it,” you said. Matt rested his hand on your hip over the blanket as he smiled down at you.

“We’re partners, sweetheart,” he said.

“No, you’re a control freak,” you said flatly.

“I am not a control freak,” Matt said with a laugh.

“Aren’t you, daddy?” You teased him.

“Don’t start,” Matt warned. You sighed.

“Matty, you told me that we’d have the whole weekend together,” you complained.

“And we will, sweetheart. I’ll only be gone a few hours. It’s just a quick meeting,” he said. Matt started to rise. You reached forward and grabbed the hand that Matt had resting on your hip.

“You promised, Matt.” Matt could feel the way you were staring at him. He could sense the disappointment in your expression and taste the salt in the air as tears welled in your eyes. It was the use of his name that changed his mind. You didn’t call him ‘Matt.’ Ever. You called him ‘Matty,’ or ‘Murdock,’ and even the occasional ‘Matthew,’ but never Matt. Not since your second date. He had to stay.

“I did, didn’t I?” He asked rhetorically.

“Yes. You did,” you said firmly. He nodded.

“I’ll call Foggy and tell him I can’t go,” he said. He heard your face move as you smiled.

“Thank you, Matty,” you said.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Matt said. “I promised you. Wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t keep my promises.”

“You’re a good boyfriend, Matthew,” you said softly. You tugged on his hand, pulling it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Am I? Really?” His voice was raw and you could hear the fear in his tone.

“Matty,” you murmured. You sat up from the bed and swung your legs over the edge so you could face Matt properly. You took his other hand in yours, your fingers tangling between his. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean…I’ve never been with someone this long. I don’t know how I’m doing. And it’s not like I’m…normal,” he said. You chuckled.

“You think I want someone normal?” You teased him.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart. You got a lot more than you bargained for with me,” Matt said. There was worry on his face. You hated to see him like that, especially on his day off. You looked up at him. You still had his hands in yours but he felt miles away.

“Sit down with me, Matty,” you called to him as you tugged on his arms. Matt smiled softly, the expression on his face lightening. He sat on the edge of the mattress, but you pulled him back further onto the bed so you could seat yourself in his lap, straddling his hips. He chuckled as you shoved him around.

“Was pushing me necessary to the conversation?” Matt asked as his hands settled on your ass. You pushed your hands against his chest gently.

“Sorry, do you want me to get off?” You taunted him. His grip on your body tightened.

“Don’t you dare,” he said. You giggled as you slid your hands over his chest up to his shoulders, one of them reaching behind his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. There was a moment of quiet as you looked over every inch of Matt. He smiled softly as he felt the way you were looking at him, knowing that just as he did with you, you paid attention to every detail of him that you could sense.

“You’re a good boyfriend, Matthew,” you said after a moment.

“You swear?” He asked.

“Matty, the vase in my kitchen hasn’t been empty since we started dating,” you said.

“Anyone could buy you flowers,” he said. He was a true Catholic, never taking credit for any of the good things he did.

“But no one else ever has,” you told him. A frown remained on Matt’s face. You were searching for what to say to him to make him understand just how good he really was. “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, Matty,” you said frankly.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” he said dismissively. He looked so forlorn and it was breaking your heart. You took a deep breath, gearing up to tell him something you had known for a while, but had been too afraid to say.

“I love you,” you said. Matt’s head snapped up to face you.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief. You smiled softly at him.

“Yeah, Matty. I love you. A lot, actually,” you told him. Matt grinned.

“I love you too,” he said. “Also a lot,” he added. You chuckled lightly. You leaned forward and kissed Matt gently, but he pulled you in closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moving it against yours. His hands explored the curves of your body beneath the old Columbia shirt of his you were wearing.

“Let me show you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel my love,” Matt murmured against your lips. “Please, baby,” he pleaded when you didn’t respond immediately.

“Show me, Matty,” you drawled. “I want to feel you.” Matt let out a low groan. He pushed you down onto your back sliding down between your legs. His fingers were drawing lines down your sides as he settled on his stomach. He found the waistband of your underwear. His head turned in your direction.

“May I?” Matt asked. You nodded.

“Please,” you whispered. He smirked as he tugged down your underwear. He pushed your legs apart and reached out his hand running his thumb along your opening. You were wet already. You were wet pretty much any time you were around Matt. He knew and he relished in the smell of you any time he was around you. It cut above the perfume you wore and the scented shampoo. It haunted his senses and made him desperate for you anytime you were near.

“Hmm,” he hummed contentedly. “So wet. Is it for me?” His voice sounded innocent somehow. Sweet and unassuming. Like he didn’t already know the answer.

“Of course it’s for you, Matty. Always you. Only you.” Matt moaned.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you t—ahh!” Matt dove his tongue into your pussy, slurping at your hole before moving to lick circles around your clit.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he muttered against you. “Absolutely divine.”

“Feels so good, Matty,” you murmured. Matt alternated between fucking you with his tongue, suckling on your clit, and licking circles around it. He listened closely to your heart and your breathing, focusing on the same spot whenever your heart picked up a bit or your breath caught in your throat. “Matty?”

“Hmm?” He hummed against you. You moaned wildly at the vibrations

“Your fingers,” you panted out. Two of his fingers found your entrance plunging into you at once. You moaned loudly as Matt began thrusting his ring and middle fingers in a solid rhythm against your walls.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against your body. “Give me what I want.” You let out a strangled moan as Matt wrapped his lips around your clit once more and sucked harshly, making your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. Matt kept his movements against your body until he felt your hand pulling at his hair tugging his head away from your body. “Feel good?” He teased you. He listened as you caught your breath, relishing in every moment that you were unable to speak. You smiled at Matt when you had recovered. You pulled him up your body and pushed him onto his back.

“Your turn, Murdock,” you sang sweetly. Matt listened as you grabbed his underwear and pulled them down his legs. His hard cock sprang up, finally free of its constraints. You let out a small hum of pleasure at the sight and Matt smirked.

“You like what you see, sweet girl?” He taunted.

“You know I do,” you said as you settled between his legs. You reached forward and wrapped your fingers around the base of Matt’s cock. His breath hitched. You gave him a gentle squeeze. “Mmm. Can’t wait to have you inside me.”

“We can skip to that part,” Matt called down. You chuckled.

“No, Murdock. You’ve gotta feel how much I love you too,” you said. Before he could reply you leaned down and took the tip of his dick in your mouth. Matt moaned roughly. You sucked at the tip, sliding your tongue through the slit at the top of his cock. His breathing was growing more and more ragged, but you were still focusing only on the tip.

“Take the whole thing, baby. Please,” Matt whined. You hummed a ‘no’ around him and he let out a whimper. “Please, baby. Please. Just a little bit more, baby. Just a little deeper.” You kept your focus on his tip and Matt gave a pained whine. He threw his head back against the mattress in frustration. You smiled around him before pushing yourself down his whole cock, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, baby!” Matt shouted. He jerked his hips against you and moaned loudly. You bobbed your head up and down a few times, moving your hand in unison with your mouth. Matt was gasping and whimpering when you took his balls in your free hand, squeezing them gently.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” Matt cried. “Don’t stop, feels so good!” His hand went to your hair, winding into it so he could control your movements slightly. You only made a few more strokes before you felt him spilling into your mouth. Matt was moaning and his hips were shaking against the mattress. You hummed happily at the taste of his cum, swallowing every drop. You leaned back onto your knees and smiled down at him as he came down from his high, gasping and twitching as he settled.

“Can you go again?” You asked when he had calmed. Matt chuckled.

“For you? Always.” He said. He sat up from the mattress and smashed his mouth against yours. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, throwing you onto your back. You giggled. Matt was kissing all down your body, every inch of you covered by him in some way or another.

“Do you need a minute?” You asked. Matt’s lips popped off your nipple, licking over the nub before moving his lips up to your neck.

“Tell me you love me again,” Matt murmured against your neck. You smiled.

“I love you, Matthew Murdock. More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” you sang. Matt moaned deeply.

“I don’t need a minute,” he said. You looked down and saw that he was hard again. You felt your heart throb as you realized that your love was what turned Matt on. You let out a small moan of your own.

“Please, Matty,” you whined. Matt lined his tip up with your soaked entrance. He slowly began pushing into you, both of you moaning in unison as his cock stretched you out. You could feel every inch of him filling the emptiness that you felt when he wasn’t around. He was deep inside you, reaching places in your body that no other man had touched. He started to pull out again once he was all the way inside you, but you grabbed his hips and pulled his body into yours.

“Wait!” You called. “I need to feel you this way,” you said. Matt nodded. He pushed deeper into you, so that there wasn’t any space between the two of you. “God, you’re so deep, Matty.” Your cunt flexed around Matt and he groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“It’s your pussy, Matty. Belongs to you,” you moaned. Your hands moved to Matt’s shoulders, holding him firmly. “Fuck me, Matty.” Matt shifted onto his forearms and began slowly moving his hips against you. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his hips. He began to hit you at a deeper angle as he sped up, creating a steady rhythm against your body. You started moaning roughly as Matt began rolling his hips. You dug your nails into his back.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He taunted. You nodded and let out a strangled moan in agreement.

“Love your cock, Matty!” You cried roughly. He grabbed your legs, unhooking them from his body.

“Turn over and get on your knees,” Matt instructed you as he pulled out. You whined when you felt empty again, but quickly followed his instructions. Matt took your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He lined himself up and pushed his tip into you. He stilled his hips once he’d gotten his head in. You looked over your shoulder at him, wondering what the hold up was and saw him grinning at you. You were about to question him when he opened his mouth. “Work for it.”

“Yes, daddy,” you said. You turned back to face forward as you pushed your hips back against Matt. He moaned roughly as he felt you wrapped all the way around him once more. You began pushing your hips back against him in a steady rhythm, pulling moans from yourself as you worked against his cock.

“I need you deeper,” you cried. Matt leaned forward and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you away from the mattress and against his chest. He grabbed your arms, holding them behind your back. He began thrusting into you quickly, slamming his hips against yours.

“Is this deep enough for you, baby?” Matt whispered in your ear. You felt his cock pushing into the wall of your stomach as his relentless movements continued.

“Yes, daddy! Feels so good!” You screamed. Matt reached around your body with his free hand and began rubbing quick circles on your clit. The noise you made was almost inhuman in the amount of pleasure it proved.

“Come on my cock and I’ll fill you up, sweetheart,” Matt growled into your ear.

“Ohh! Fu–u–uck, Matty!” You cried. His words were enough to push you into your orgasm and you let out a high pitched whine as pleasure overtook your body. You shook uncontrollably in Matt’s arms and your eyes rolled back in your head. Your walls were pulsing relentlessly against his cock and he let out a deafening groan as he came into you. He fell forward onto the mattress, trapping your body beneath him as you milked him of everything he had to give you.

You were both catching your breaths, your minds reconnecting with your bodies after the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasms you’d given each other.

“You’re squishing me,” you murmured against the pillow when you had calmed. Matt pushed off you immediately, rolling to your side.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured. You shifted onto your side so you could face him and reached out to push some of the sweaty hairs off his forehead.

“It’s okay, Matty. I still love you,” you said with a grin. Matt grinned right back.

“I love hearing that from you,” he said sweetly.

“I love being able to say it,” you said. Matt leaned forward and kissed you chastely. He was smiling in your direction, clearly dazed by how much he was hopelessly in love with you when panic spread over his face.

“Shit!” He shouted and shot up from the bed, hands digging through his bedside table.

“What?” You questioned as you sat up from the mattress.

“I didn’t call Foggy!”

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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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strip poker

matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: explicit content 18+ minors dni (mxf, dirty talk, honestly kind of tame if i’m honest) swearing, gambling?? idk it’s literally the title

a/n: i have been getting a few messages to write more matt so HERE IS ME FULFILLING THAT REQUEST! i’m so glad you guys liked the first one! hope you enjoy! also this gif is how i imagine him looking for the whole first part. fuxk he’s so hot anyways.

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“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. How is that even possible?” You shout, nearly spilling your beer on the already sticky table at Josie’s. You’d been playing poker in the shitty little set up at the back, a bunch of screwed up twenty dollar bills half heartedly thrown in as Matthew Murdock won yet another round.

“It’s unfair, really. Gets the looks and the brains. He either folds right away, or wins the whole game.” Foggy shakes his head, shoving Matt on the shoulder. “I lost a lotta money to this guy in college.”

“Yet you still play him.” Karen chucks her cards in the centre, watching Foggy re-shuffle the deck while Matt takes his winnings, shrugging.

“I didn’t say I learnt from it.”

“But how does that even…work? Because, you’re—well, you know…” You lean back, trying not to think about Matt’s attention, and how it had been on you the whole night. Especially now, as his fingers card through the new wad of cash in his hands, almost like he’s doing it just for you.

“Blind?” He smiles, and you make a noise of agreement while finishing off your beer. “I’m just very good at reading people.”

“Oh, I get it. You cheat, don’t you? Feel the fibres in the cards or whatever.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

“Feel the fibres?”

“Okay— well, it’s something like that, though. Isn’t it?” Even Foggy was interested now, snatching the deck that was now in the centre of the table. Matt shrugs again, hanging one arm around the empty chair next to him.

“I don’t cheat. Most people give away their hand as soon as they open their mouth. You just have to know the tell. Poker is just a waiting game.” He says it casually like winning every single poker game he’s ever played is the simplest thing in the world. “Plus, like you said. It’s not like I can look over your shoulder, can I? How would I cheat?”

“Well, whatever it is, I hope it fails, because I need to start paying off this tab if Josie’s gonna serve us anymore.” Foggy deals out the cards, and you watch Matt intently. He never even picks up his cards, just sits there with one hand wrapped around his beer, head turned in your direction. “Alright, Karen?”

“I’m out. I’m running out of money.” Foggy boo’s, and she laughs, sliding off her chair. “Maybe if my boss’ paid me more, I’d be in.”

“Okay, ouch.” Foggy pouts, but deals your cards, skipping over Karen’s empty seat. “Matthew, you start.”

“I’m in.” He smirks, his free hand lightly tracing around the edges of his face-down cards. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“In.” You look at Foggy, and he sighs, pushing in his money as well.

“Last round. I’m all in.” All in doesn’t mean a lot to Foggy considering he’d only had about two chips and a one dollar bill left, but you and Matt still had a fair amount. Both of you match his bet, and he flips over another card. “Well, fuck.”

“See? Everyone’s got a tell.” Matt laughs and you roll your eyes. Foggy chucks his cards in the centre.

“Anyone could tell Foggy was gonna lose.”

“Hey! I had a fair chance about an hour ago.” Leaving both you and Matt laughing, he turns to go find Karen. “You two kids get home safe, okay?”

“I’ll look after her.” He says, his head still angled towards you. Your grip on the cards in your hand gets a little tighter, and he taps his finger on the table, asking you to flip another card. “Come on. You aren’t giving up yet, are you?”

“Definitely not.” You flip the last card, and it’s a King. The one you were looking for— you had a full house. A strong hand, but you didn’t want to give yourself away. You say nothing, remembering what Matt said earlier, and he smiles after a beat of silence.

“You aren’t talking to me now?” He teases, leaning over the table on his forearms to get a little closer to you. He smells like beer and cedar— a strange combination, but somehow intoxicating on him. “You know I’m gonna beat you anyways. No point in getting all quiet on me.”

“Shut up and make your bet, Murdock.” He’s still got that smirk on his face, the one that says he’s going to beat you before you’ve even put your cards down, and he matches your bet, sliding a few bills into the centre. “Showoff.”

“Just trying to impress you.” He was making it increasingly hard to keep a poker face, and you know he couldn’t see you but somehow it felt like he could see straight through you, like he knew how every one of his sweet words ate away at that feeble resistance you’d built up to try and keep him out. “You can fold if you need to. I promise I won’t hold it against you.”

“Does this whole act usually work for you? The girls eat this shit up, don’t they?” He shrugs, leaning back and leaving his still turned down cards on the table.

“Most of the time.” You push in double the amount of money he bet, and somehow he knows exactly how many, because before you’d even sat back he was matching the bet, smiling sweetly at you.

“How?!”

“How what?”

“How do you know you’ll win?” You lean forward and he moves too, mirroring you and nearly meeting your hands in the centre of the small table.

“I can’t give away all my secrets.” You roll your eyes and lay your cards face up on the table. He doesn’t so much as flinch, both your bodies still leaning towards each other.

This part of the bar was quiet and secluded, and you swear if you angled yourself just right no one would even be able to see you from here. The thought drove your brain to a whole lot of dirty thoughts you had been trying your best not to have about your literal boss, and you physically shook them away. When he spoke again, you had to squint to focus.

“Wouldn’t be fair, would it?”

“Oh, piss off. Let’s see what you have.” You deflect, holding out hope you could still make something of this game. Still smirking, he keeps his head angled towards you, reaching over and sliding his cards to you. You’re hesitant to take them, and he knows it.

“Help a guy out?” He reaches out to the wrong spot on the table, a clear ploy to get you to flip them for him. He was delaying this— dragging it out because it was fun to him, and as much as it sucked you were losing money, you’d probably empty your wallet if it kept him this close to you.

“I’m not falling for your helpless act. I’ve seen you in a court room.”

“Indulge me.” Deciding not to delay the process any longer, you flip them all over in one go.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” A royal-fucking-flush.

“What is it?” He says smiling, keeping as close to you as possible.

“A— you know what? I’m not even going to tell you.” He breathes out a laugh, leaning back finally, and it’s only when he’s sitting in his chair again that you manage to get your head screwed back on straight. “Now I’m really out of money.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Happens to the best of them.” You scoff. That’s the second time he’s called you that, and it seems to make you fidget in your seat more every time.

“Just means you have to cover the tab.”

“Don’t pout.” Instantly you steeled your face, and just as you were about to ask him exactly how he knew, he spoke again. “I tell you what— you want your money back, we can play a new game. All or nothing.”

“I feel like this is a trap.” He laughed, the sound drawing you in like some kind of siren song. You leaned forward again, reaching out for your money on the table, but he was faster, his own enveloping yours. His hands were rough and large, and you couldn’t peel your eyes away from how you practically disappeared underneath him.

“It’s not a game we can play here, though.” You swallow hard. You’d always flirted with Matt— it was easy, and honestly the best part of your day was seeing that playful smile, or even when his ears got a little pink when you got particularly close to whisper something about a case.

But this? He’s talking about leave a bar with him. On a Saturday night. To play a game. You chugged the rest of your beer, needing the liquid courage.

“Alright, Matthew. I’ll indulge you. What kind of game are you talking about?”

“Poker.” Laughing, you watch as he gets up from his chair and grabs his jacket, already resigned to the idea you were both leaving. Now.

“We are playing poker.”

“It’s not that kind of poker.” He’s right next to you now, edged between you and the chair cemented to the floor next to you. He was so close you had no choice but to lean into him, not that you could think of anything else you’d rather be doing.

“Not that kind of poker?” You say softly, and he hums. The sound vibrates through his chest, and you resist the urge to flutter your eyes close and just listen to him talk. Something about his voice has you floating on air, and it’s part of the reason he’s so hard to resist. He just never stops talking.

You jump slightly when you feel his hand brush against your shoulder. You were wearing a silk dress that hung off your shoulder, so he took his time, grazing along your soft skin. His fingers carded through your hair lightly, and to top it off, he brushed the hair back, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck, tilting your face upwards gently.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were suggesting something unprofessional, Mr. Murdock.” His face splits into another smile, but his hand drops from your skin. Instantly you feel colder without his touch.

“You tell me to go to Hell right now and I will. No hard feelings. You’re a good lawyer, and I won’t mess this up for you.” Now you understand why he stopped touching you. Matthew Murdock— self professed people reader, was unsure if he’d read this situation right. The thought occurred to you once to fuck with him a little, but when you looked up at him and saw how tight his jaw was, you melted a little. That tiny wall of resistance you’d built up was crumpled from the inside.

“And if I say I’m interested in this little game?”

“Then I’d say I’ll meet you outside. Balls in your court, princess.” He presses a light kiss to your cheek, and you nearly get dizzy from the gesture if you hadn’t seen him grab your money as well as his off the table before he disappears into the crowd.

You call after him, but all you get is a shrug and a laugh that is unmistakably his as he disappears into the crowd. You don’t move for a second— your heart screaming at you to get on your feet and follow him, but a small, stupid part of your brain tells you to not. He was your boss, after all, and you needed this job, but it was also Matt.

You knew he was a little bit of a lady killer— Karen and Foggy making a thousand jokes at his expense which he managed to laugh off. Even with clients he always managed to win the girls over with his charm, but as much as people talk about it, ever since you came around you haven’t seen him so much as flirt for more than a few minutes with anyone but you. Sure, you weren’t with him every second of every day, but between the late nights and weekends spent in his office to getting lunch and sometimes dinner on your days off, even Foggy had made a few passing comments about how he’d staved off women.

You didn’t have a leg to stand on to get jealous even if he did— but it made your heart stutter in his chest to think you had something to do with it. He was always showing up with an extra coffee for you, walking you home if you had to stay late, paying you endless compliments… and the way he spoke to you, teasing but never cruel, always making you laugh even when you hadn’t slept for 24 hours.

Really— your decision on whether to follow him out was made months ago when you first met him. The moment you saw that stupid smile and the first time he said your name; you nearly took the chair with you with how quick you jumped up to find him outside the bar.

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“I’ve never been to your place before.” You listen to the sound of Matt pouring you a glass of wine as you hang your head off the back of his couch. You have to squint to block out the streaming colour of light that shines through the giant windows; hues of pink and blue billboard warped from the rain that was coming down outside.

“It’s an acquired taste.” He taps your leg and you shift to sit up, him sitting close next to you handing you a glass. “You like red, right?”

“I drink anything as long as it’s free.”

“This one’s on me.” You laugh into your glass, taking a long sip and enjoying the burn that comes with it. It tastes expensive, and you expect nothing less from him. He’s facing you, one arm lazily hanging behind you on the couch, and your heart is racing even without the wine.

“So, did you really invite me up here for a game of poker, or was that just a ploy to get in my pants?” His laugh fills the quiet apartment, and he leans forward to pull out a drawer, his hand reappearing with a deck of cards.

“I never say no to a pretty girl in my apartment, but if you want your money back, you’re going to have to play me for it.” You snatch the cards from him, shuffling them dramatically.

“And tell me why, exactly, we couldn’t play this all important game in the bar?” You watch him carefully, how you always do when your alone, and you see his tell tale sign. The slightest hint of red on his cheeks, just at your question. “Matthew?”

“You’re out of money, but we’re still playing poker. What do you think we’re betting?” Now you were the one blushing.

“So this really was a ploy to get in my pants.” You try to sound nonchalant, confident like he always manages to come across as, but your voice shakes a little at the end of your sentence, and you were still shuffling the cards even though they were way past ready. You quickly put them on the table and down the rest of your wine.

“Can you blame me?” He asks lowly, and you cross your legs, ignoring the heat that grows in your stomach. “Listen, you know I love these games we play, but I don’t want you to—“

“If you’re bitching out now, I can take the money in credit or cheque, too.” He stops talking, mouth open a little, and scoffs out a laugh. The last thing you wanted him to do was think you weren’t a hundred and ten percent here for whatever he wanted to do with you. To you. Shit— that wine was going straight to your head.

“Alright, you asked for it. I was gonna go easy on you, but…”He sighs and shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, dealing the cards.

“Sure you were. Pick up the cards this time.” You all but shove them in his hands, and he takes his time pulling away from you, smiling like he could feel your pulse through the small touch and knew how much he affected you.

Looking at your cards, you tried to see a way to win with what was on the table. You had nothing, really, but he didn’t know that, and you still had a chance. Besides, if he wanted to play that kind of poker, you were positive you wouldn’t have to rely on the cards to distract him. If you could keep your thoughts under control.

“It’s a real shame you aren’t going to win, you know.” You bait him, and his head tilts up from where he was pretending to be looking at his cards.

“And why is that?” You shift in your seat at his voice. Again.

“Well, I dressed up all pretty for tonight.” You flip over the next card on the table, and suck in a breath. “And it’s just a shame you won’t get to experience that.”

“You know the point of this game isn’t to keep your clothes on. No matter how pretty you are in that dress.” He flips over the final card, and you bite down on your lower lip. You have nothing. Nada.

“Exactly, but the best part of my outfit isn’t the dress. It’s what I’m wearing underneath.” His eyes close, and you watch as he sighs and lets his head fall back.

“Can’t believe I was going to take it easy on you, sweet thing.” You can’t stop the grin on your face as he looks up at you like he’s in legitimate pain. “Play your cards.”

“Ohh, so serious now!” He manages a small ‘hm’ and although you were joking, he doesn’t seem so playful anymore. The look on his face was more akin to what he was like in court— focused and ready to win at all costs. “Don’t pout.”

“You’re bluffing, aren’t you?” He says, and you feel his hand on your opposite shoulder, the arm laying around the back of your couch sneaking closer while you were distracted. You shuffle slightly closer, allowing him the space.

“I thought you knew everyone’s tells.”

“You’re a little harder to read than most, I’ll admit it.” You make a noise in surprise, but he just shakes his head. “That doesn’t mean I won’t take you apart just as easily.”

“Guess you’ll have to play your cards to find out. Unless you want to fold?” He laughs, breaking up the tension just a little, and while you two were inches away from each other, he tosses his cards half heartedly onto the table, face up.

“How’d I do?” He leans closer, taking the extra space when you turn your head. You feel every word he speaks on your skin, lips not even an inch away from being on you. You could hardly keep your eyes open, let alone focus on the cards.

“I think you win this round.” You manage, shakily exhaling as you practically feel his smile on your neck. The hand that was around the back of the couch leaves you completely, while the other slowly creeps up the bare skin of your arm, making you shiver. “Th-three sixes against a four of a kind.”

“Hmm. Unlucky.” Shallow breaths were the only ones you could take with him this close. Gentle fingers find the soft material of the strap of your dress, hooking under it loosely. You told yourself you didn’t wear this dress for him— but you knew how it would feel. Silky and smooth against your skin, if he couldn’t see how good you looked in this dress, he would damn well feel it.

He slowly drops the strap down your shoulder, then the other hand encourages the other side down. You use your arms to keep the dress up, making him work for it a little, but as soon as he tugs lightly at the hem you let the dress fall over your breasts.

Matt’s hands feel the lace of your bra, lingering a little longer than he had to. Then he flattens his palms on either side of your rib cage, pulling the dress lower. He feels every curve and ridge on your body, and you can’t take your eyes off his face. He was enamoured— completely lost in the feeling, so much so that his eyes were shut tightly, even the light was taking too much away from the sensation.

“Matt, hurry u—“

“Shh. Let me enjoy my prize.” He finally leans closer, a soft kiss to your collarbone nearly melting you into the couch.

His hands reach your hip, and then get a little more aggressive, fisting the soft material and pulling rather than guiding. You shimmy your hips and let him drag it down your thighs. He seems reluctant to move past the faint excuse for underwear you were wearing, but eventually the dress falls to the floor, and he sighs.

“You were right.”

“About what?” His hand catches your chin, thumb pressing on your bottom lip lightly.

“You are even prettier like this.” Your knuckles were going white with how hard they were trying to stay at your sides, but now you were half naked, and he hadn’t so much as taken his jacket off.

“You think so?”

“I fucking know so. And these—“ The hand on holding your face to his is still on your hip, and one finger hooks under the lace. “—these for me?”

“You haven’t won that yet.” He presses his forehead to yours and groans, and then leans back, but doesn’t go too far. “Your turn to deal.”

“Fine.” He frowns like a little kid who just got told he can’t have ice cream, and quickly swipes up the cards. It’s only then that you notice these ones— his personal set, have braille on them.

“You can read these ones.” You say, and he nods.

“This game is much more important.” Biting your lip so hard it’s probably bleeding, you watch his talented hands quickly sort and deal the cards. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m cheating.”

“You’re so funny.” You squint, and he smiles.

This round is much faster. He’s clearly in no mood to fuck around anymore, and makes every opportunity to touch you now you’re sitting in front of him in nothing but a few strands of lace. In front of anyone else, you think you’d feel insecure, or at the very least cold, but with the way he’s acting like he’s starving for you— it has enough heat in that look to warm you for an entire winter.

You actually have a good hand this time, and to your surprise, you win. Your Aces beat his fours, and he takes off his jacket.

“That is hardly fair.”

“Are you trying to get me to take my clothes off? Because that is entirely unprofessional.” You want to laugh, but what you want more is to tear off the buttons on his shirt and— “Your cards, sweetheart.”

“So, are you going to tell me how you know you’ll win?” You take them quickly, trying to ignore how you missed him reshuffling the deck completely because you were too lost in your thoughts of fucking him right here, right now. What else was going to happen here, though? It was the anticipation that was driving you wild— the inevitable burn of what was months in the making.

“You really want to know?”

“Please.” He smiles again, flicking through his cards.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” You laugh, and he faces you again.

“You’re kidding.”

“It gets faster when you’re winning.” You look down at your cards— another solid hand, and you think he might of had something to do with that.

“I don’t think th—“

“It’s getting faster.” He leans closer again, tilting his head like he could actually hear you internally losing your shit. He was right— it was getting faster, but it had nothing to do with the cards. “You have a good hand, don’t you?”

“Maybe?” He laughs, and his hand touches yours. You watch as his hands— the hands you’ve spent way too many hours looking at, and they read your cards.

“Shit. I’m starting to think you might be cheating.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands reach out, stopping him.

“My turn.” Keeping your hands on top of his, you relish in his surprised expression as you swing your leg over him. He all but gasps when you sit your weight down fully, the underwear hiding nothing from him or you as you press yourself against him.

Your fingers are as soft as his were, moving his tie to the side while you slowly undo each little button. When a new one opens, more of him is revealed, and every inch of unexplored skin has you nearly panting. Not to mention the way he’s holding you, his hands roaming the bare skin of your back and hips to pull you closer.

When you finally reach the bottom of his shirt, you nearly rip at it trying to remove it, but Matt takes it from you and slips out of it within a second, throwing it away somewhere behind you. Your hands are gentle as they slide up his chest, trying your best to avoid the scars that might still be painful. You had no idea he had so many scars— the image of him shirtless is even more alluring now.

“I don’t want to play games anymore.” You whisper, and his hand is already tangled in your hair when you finish, hauling your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Its fiery and hot, everything burning at once. You wrap your arms around his head and in one motion he stands, a small squeak of surprise coming from you as your legs wrap around his torso.

You couldn’t stop obsessing over the feeling of his skin on yours, the way he felt so warm against you; how his hands were rough and gentle at the same time, grabbing and pulling at any part of you they could find purchase. Eventually he stopped moving and your world fell backwards, landing on soft sheets and being encased by Matthew Murdock.

“Matty…” You whine into his mouth and he hums against you, his tongue opening you up, taking control of every single breath you take. Your eyes flutter open when he moves lower, kissing your jaw, and you inhale sharply when his teeth bite lightly at the sensitive spot on your neck. It felt electric, almost, the way he followed the harsher touch with gentle kisses and soothing hands.

“Fuck, you liked that? My sweet little fucking thing. Thought about this every day.” He groaned the confessions against your skin, leaving you helpless to do anything but moan and squirm underneath him. You were at his mercy, and you were pretty sure if he didn’t fuck you soon you’d implode. “You’re beautiful. Beautiful.”

His hand slips from your side down between your bodies, quickly finding the spot between your legs that has you nearly screaming his name in the first ten seconds.

“Oh God, more—please.” You beg shamelessly, rolling your hips into his hand as he takes his time drawing slow, firm circles on your clit. His other hand holds your hips down, making you whine in protest.

“I know, baby. Feels good?” You nod quickly, eyes squeezed shut.

“I need you—“

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. You want me to take these off? Have I won these yet?” He whispers, that casual confidence thick in his low tone.

“Anything you want. You w-win.” He tugs at the now ruined fabric, and you practically beg him to get rid of them, a mixture of ‘pleases’ and ‘yes’ in high pitched tones must convince him. He quickly slides them over your knees before his hand returns to your clit, making your legs shake with how close you are. He had you on the edge with just one of his talented fucking hands— but then he drops down, shoulders forcing your legs apart and buries his face in you. You hardly have time to realise what’s happening before your hands are threaded through his hair and your hips are fighting in his hold to stay still.

“Fuck, Matt!” You scream, and he only wraps himself further to you, hooking his arms under your thighs and holding you on him. When he takes your clit in his mouth you lose all sense of reality, and are shoved towards the edge of consciousness, white hot pleasure stripping you bare. “God—“

“You taste so fucking sweet— cum for me. I want to hear you say my name like that again” He murmurs into you before going back to driving you into the hardest release you’ve ever felt build before.

“Matt. Matt—“He holds you so tight you couldn’t squirm away if you tried, and when your orgasm washes over you, you all but drown in it. Electricity shoots up your spine and your back arches, hands gripping Matt’s hair hard enough that you feel him groan into you at the feeling.

“Harder.” He moans into you, and you were still so lost in your own pleasure that you couldn’t do anything but obey— nearly yanking him upwards, but he just moans again and takes everything you give him.

He only drags himself away when you jolt at his touch, kissing his way up your stomach, chest, and this time when he gets to the fabric of your bra he lingers longer, taking his time to enjoy the feel of the lace under his fingers. When he starts kissing your neck, leaving a multitude of hickeys you’ll never be able to hide in the morning, you notice at some point he’d taken the rest of his clothes off.

His hips slot between yours and he’s fucking hard— the feeling of him pressed against you makes you gasp. He was bigger than you’d expected, and every so often his hips would move slowly, running the length of him through your wet folds making you whimper into his mouth again.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was gravelly and layered with restraint— hands gliding up and down your side, grounding you.

“Perfect, Matty. Please…” He kisses you again, gentle and sweet, nodding as he slides himself into you. You gasp into each others mouths at the feeling, and he pulls back, watching your expression melt from a little bit of pain as he waits and kisses you, to pleasure, taking the hint of your nails in his shoulders to start moving slowly.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck— so fucking good. Jesus Christ.” He moans in your ear and you shiver. It was always his voice that drove you crazy, but hearing it now, so broken and not put together like he always is. The words hit you in the chest, pleasure blooming in every single one of your veins, overtaking every part of your body. “So tight.”

“Right there. Harder, please Matt. Please…” He holds you tighter as he does what you ask, and your whimpers turn into screams as he fucks you into the mattress without another thought. Your eyes must roll back or close because you lose the sight of his face, but all you need is to hear him.

“Good girl. Good..fucking…girl.” Hearing the way he says your name, all drawn out and heavy— how he whispered how he wanted to fuck you for days, how he thought about ducking you at your desk for just as long as you secretly did. Everything about him, mixed with the brutal pace he fucked you with hurtled you into another wave of pleasure, screaming his name so loud there’s no way the rest of Hell’s kitchen didn’t know exactly who was making you feel this good.

“There you go, baby. Gonna…fuck— gonna cum. Sweet fucking thing.” His hips stuttered and you were still cumming, every word spurring you further out of your mind.

“Give it to me, please please please—“ He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you felt the warmth of his release on your stomach and thighs. He was still breathing praises into your skin even after he pulled out, wrapping you into his body, not caring about the mess you had both made. He couldn’t find the care to let you go.

When you had both finally caught your breath, he dropped beside you, curling your body to fit perfectly against the front of his. His hand tangled in your hair, lips pressing to your forehead and cheek as he used his own shirt to clean you both off gently. You were both far too lost in each others mouths to do it properly, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck. You’d gladly spend the rest of your days losing hours in Matt Murdocks mouth.

“Stay tonight.” He whispers, voice cracking.

“Only if you admit I won.” You can feel him smiling against your skin, the sensation sending a different kind of warmth all the way down your spine.

“Yeah. You win.”

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THE DEVIL I KNOW- M. MURDOCK

Pairing: Ex- Boyfriend! Matt x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: you and matt had broken up months ago, but somehow you end up back in his bed over and over again. he knows you better than anyone else, and you can't deny the feelings you still have towards him, so why not end up in the sheets again?

Warnings: SMUT, praise kink, degradation kink, mocking, pussy slapping, teasing, swearing, a lill dumbification kink, smoking, mentions of choking, enemies to lovers<3

“i’m okay with history repeating- tell me i’m the one you can’t forget. back in hell at least i’m comfortable, need your body when my fires cold. hand to heart i’m gonna stay faithful to the devil i know...”- the devil i know, suki waterhouse

You hated the city.

The atmosphere seemed to choke you here, filling your stomach with a pit of dread and anxiety. The air had an almost rotten, dirty feeling to it, something that made your skin itch as it wrapped around your skin.

It wasn't always like this, this feeling you got whenever you traveled to Hell’s Kitchen.

There was once a time where the familiar streets and back allies brought you a sense of comfort, where you could pick out scents like fresh bread on 5th Street instead of the fumes, or hear the birds chirp in the park instead of the car's constant honking.

But that time was long gone, as the man who had brought the city to life had disappeared. He had been gone, for quite some time now.

Hell’s Kitchen was Matt Murdock's home. The one place he cherished with his heart and soul, the one thing he could always rely on when things became tough. New York reflected him, and every single time your heels clicked on the sidewalk, you thought of him.

The flowers he gave you time and time again, from the florist you adored so much. Always recommending his favorite books after reading them in braille, taking you to an antique bookstore on the corner so you could pick it out and he could hold you from behind, leaning down to kiss and nibble on your neck.

You missed him, and the relationship the two of you had so long ago.

But it was an end of a chapter, the feeling of the chill, crisp rainfall on your figure still haunting your memory as the two of you parted ways on that crosswalk.

You had walked on it now head held high as you stepped across the painted lines, the people around you going on their way, to their own little life you knew nothing about. As they knew nothing of yours, how the thoughts of Matt plagued you as your head hit the pillow each night, how good he made you feel, how much you missed his touch.

It was sickening.

The thoughts came more and more frequent as each hour ticked by, and you were anxious to finish this business trip, once and for all. It seemed your boss hated you, always sending you to Hell’s Kitchen for tasks that were associated with Matt's law firm, instead of anyone else.

It's because you're the best candidate, Miss. Y/L/N. Stay professional. She had said after you had confessed the tension that was so thick you could cut it with a butterknife whenever you saw Matt.

You didn't tell her you didn't want to go because you knew you could end up in his bed again.

Like last time. And the time before that.

The trips were becoming less and less frequent, which you were thankful for- time spent away from the scent of Matt’s sheets, patchioni and sex, was good for you. It gave you time to “move on” whatever that meant in your sense.

But here you were once again, fist tightening around the briefcase handle as you allowed the wave of people to walk around you as you stared up at the doorway to his office.

You closed your eyes, taking one deep breath- then another.

You could do this. You had to do this.

Not just for the paycheque, but for a sense of clarity as well. So you could go to sleep at night peacefully, knowing you had faced your ex-boyfriend and didn't end up sprawled across his bed, gripping the sheets with your ass up in the air as he pounded ruthlessly into you.

You had to get over him.

Once the final breath had escaped you, you walked up the steps, hand twisting the door handle. The old wood creaked as you popped your head in, the front entrance empty.

You tried to hide the relief that flared up inside you as you slipped in, shutting the door softly behind you. You knew their office was on the third floor, and due to the old building- you’d have to take the stairs. Which was fine with you of course- it gave you more time to walk through how’d you react to his presence in your mind.

So as you took your first step on the chestnut, you mapped it all out in your head to the rhythm of your heels clicking. You’d see him, obviously. But you would look right through him.

You’d be formal and polite, as you had no bad blood towards him, and this was a business meeting after all. He would nod, walking off to his office, expecting you to follow. And then once the door was shut, and blinds were closed- when the two of you were in private he would throw you against the wall… hand wrapping around your throat ever so slightly…

No! God no Y/N stop. Stop, stop, stop. you yelled at yourself internally, shaking your head as if that would shake the dirty thoughts out.

The last visit was the last time. It had to be, for your own sake.

Before you knew it, you had reached his floor, the office plaque placed outside the front door. Nelson and Murdock, it read, the grooves of the letters smooth as you brushed your fingers across the metal.

You were stalling, and you knew it.

Your rings grazed against the door as you knocked, feeling sweat seep out slightly from your pores. This was a lot more nerve-racking than you remembered. The familiar feeling of butterflies filled in your stomach, accept these weren't “butterflies”. They were hungry wasps, swarming your organs and stinging them, suffocating your lungs so you could barely breathe as you waited.

“Come in!” a sweet voice called out, unknown to you. You frowned, confused as you pushed open the door. A woman sat behind a desk, her long blonde hair draped across her one shoulder as she clacked away on her laptop.

You took in her slightly messy desk, a few pens out of their holder, the odd paper scattered by the somewhat wilting plant. She smiled at you, blue eyes bright as you made your way over.

“Hi! You must be Y/N!” the lady quipped, sitting up quickly to extend her hand.

“Hi, yes, yes that's me. And you are..?”

“Karen Page. I'm new here, Matt and Foggy’s secretary.” she exclaimed, and you shoke her hand firmly. You couldn't help but smile, she seemed to have an enticing energy to her- making you feel comfortable and warm.

“Well it is very nice to meet you Karen.”

Suddenly, the door from the right swung open, and a familiar face peering over at you. “It’s you!” he called, and you felt your jaw drop.

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“How have you been?” Foggy asked, a smile permanently etched on his face as he looked at you, fingers running through the silky strands of blonde.

“Good, good! Where’s um… where’s Matt?” you wondering, trying to make the question sound casual despite the severity behind it, your hands twisting together under the desk.

“Oh, he's found himself in a courtroom again. He won't be joining us.” he replied, shuffling papers around as he attempted to find the files the two of you needed to discuss today.

You couldn't help but feel the balloon pop in your chest, releasing all the air back into your lungs.

This was good. This was so good.

No worrying about him hearing your heartbeat skip beats when he was in the room, no watching him smirk childishly as you'd cross your legs together. Now it was just managing to get out of the city without him finding out.

“Of course he is.” you joked, feeling the heat leave your cheeks as they returned to their normal temperature. Hands were smacked on the table, making you jump slightly as Foggy stood.

“Well, shall we get started?”

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The air was chill and crisp as you walked on the sidewalk again, the cab dropping you off a few feet away. You watched as it speed back off into traffic, leaving you in the dust.

The wind blew, making you shiver as you hugged your coat tighter around yourself, snuggling your face into your maroon scarf. You surveyed the area, taking note of the lack of people around at this hour.

It was quiet here, whenever the clock rolled around eleven. The odd person would have a smoke in hand, longed out on the steps leading up to their building, or a curtain was being yanked shut from above.

It was a good neighborhood, this area.You had never had any troubles with it.

But yet, you still felt a twinge of anxiety as you walked around the corner.

You were on Matt’s street.

His apartment, beautifully crafted with it’s large windows and almost vintage feel was a few feet away, and you couldn't help but stop and waver. You couldn't continue on. This felt wrong, walking by but not seeing him.

But at the same time, wasn't this the whole point of coming down here? To prove to yourself, hey, I can do this. I can walk by that stupidly beautiful, smart-assed catholic's house, and not feel the pull to go inside and curl up in his arms again.

And yet, the idea of walking by the front steps made you feel queasy, made your stomach turn over on itself. You were stuck, a rope in a game of tug of war as you were pulled between two sides.

Before you could make a decision, you heard your phone ring. Digging through your pockets, your chilled fingers gripped around the phone, your heart seeming to sneak up and lodge itself in your esophagus as the caller ID showed.

Matt Murdock. Your eyes widened, and you gripped the device tighter as you were torn between answering.

Speak of the devil.

It was like he had crawled up into your brain, sensed you were thinking of him (again), and decided to make himself known. Before you could rationally talk yourself out of it, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi sweetheart.” his smooth voice sounded from the phone, silky and sweet as oozing honey.

You felt yourself fold.

“Matthew.To what do I owe the pleasure?” You heard him chuckle lightly, and you could visibly see the little smile blooming across his face. “A little birdy told me you were in town today.” he teased lightly, and you sighed.

Of course, he knew. You were stupid to think he wouldn't find out. That man could find out anything.

“Did that bird have blonde hair, the worst dad jokes I’ve ever heard and chocolate brown eyes I find myself getting lost in?” you asked, making Matt laugh.

“Perhaps. Where are you right now, sweetheart?”

You considered lying. Saying you were in your hotel room, deep under the sheets in your pajamas, not willing to leave the warmth of your bed. But even that wouldn't work, as your hotel was near his apartment anyways.

“I’m um, I’m on your street.”

Silence.

You heard the whoosh of his breath, and you swore he could hear the increasing, steady rhythm of your heartbeat from down here.

“The doors unlocked.” was all he said, the line going dead.

You held the phone up to your ear still, listening to the dial tone before slowly bringing it down, your mind in a different place. It was happening again. This buzzing, static in your mind. Where your limbs seemed controlled by strings, you were a marionette as you removed yourself from the spot your roots had been planted.

With each step your chest felt more and more hollow, and you hated yourself for going through with this.

But he invited you.

It was rude not to just show up, to ignore him, and go on with your night. Though he would still be there even if you left him in the dirt, because you'd be thinking of the what ifs.

Heat blasted on your body as you entered his building, and you were thankful to escape the cold air of the night. There was no doorman to greet, so you gravitated towards the steps, making the trudge up.

You debated stopping many times, to just sit and cry and regret every decision with this man you had ever made.

Why did the two of you end things? Why couldn't the two of you worked it out? Why was he being so distant all the time, but suddenly needed you whenever you were in a close proximity?

It made you feel sick, all the questions that trampled over your brain like wild horses in the wind. You pushed them to the side, ego refusing to stop and mope. The dim lights flickered softly as you made your way up to his floor, and you pushed the door open to reveal the long, intimating hallway.

The hardwood was smooth against your heels as they clacked, the only sound in this hallowed room as you made your way toward the end goal. His door loomed over at you menacingly, as if it would come to life and swallow you whole.

You knew your thoughts were irrational, and you knew that you felt like this every time you came over to see him again. One time, this place was an amenity to you, a safe haven where you and Matt could escape the troubles of the world together.

Now it was just plywood bones, cement, and rust mixed with hot and heavy breaths, filled with longing and regret.

It was filled with happy memories too, which turned into sad ones whenever you thought about them too hard, because you longed to have them back.

Your hand twisted the door handle, the door creaking open as the front entrance came into view. All the memories hit you at once, the passion, the love, the cravings, and the aches.

The smell of bergomace filled your nostrils, a warm and soothing aura filling your bones from the scent alone.

You could do this. You had no choice now.

Your bag dropped to the ground, and you slowly unbuttoned your coat to place it on the coat hooks with your scarf. Matt still hadn't said anything, even though you knew he could hear you from around the block.

He wanted you to make the first move. Fine. If he wanted to play a game, then you'd play.

“I’m here.” you called out meekly, stepping into the open floorplan of his home. Matt was sprawled out in the brown leather chair, his hair slightly messy, wearing the red sweater you had made him so many months ago, saying ‘I’M NOT DAREDEVIL”.

A smirk was evident on his face, fingers drumming on the armrest as he made note of your presence. “You missed me?” he asked calmly.

“No.” you lied smoothly, still standing and staring at him, as if he was a piece of artwork at a museum. His head tilted ever so slightly, a smirk growing as he listened more closely to your ever-growing heartbeat.

“You’re lying, sweetheart. There's no need to lie to me.” he cooed, and you sighed, hands curling into fists so you could squeeze something as a means of comfort.

“I’m not lying.” you insisted, lying again. Digging yourself into an even bigger hole to attempt to get yourself out of later.

“You were always pretty bad at it. Not that that's a bad thing of course, but someone doesn't need to read your heartbeat to be able to tell.” he shrugged notionally, standing up with a sigh.

You remained frozen in place, too scared to move from the spot you had chosen, feeling if you moved this would all flutter away like a leaf in the wind. You hated how much you still wanted him, how much you did truly miss him. You watched as he made his way over to you, warm palm cupping your cheek as he teased your bottom lip with the brush of his thumb.

“Now I’ll ask you again angel. Did you miss me?”

“Yes.” you breathed with no gestation as his thumb brushed again in that soothing motion, the one he always did to coax the secrets out of you, making you gasp and shiver.

He was intoxicating, and you were drawn to him- moth to a flame.

“I missed you too.” he confessed, as if he had been reciting it in his mind a million times over.

“You say that to every woman you've had in here.” you whispered sharply, the thought of him treating any woman the way he treated you making you feel nauseous.

You didn't want him touching anyone the way he had touched you. His hands were branded to your flesh, hot and fiery like the devil's as his hand stilled, holding your head in place.

“There hasn't been any other woman in here. It’s only been you.”

Time stopped. The clocks stopped there ticking, the air turning dry and stale as his words reverberated through your mind.

It's only been you.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But you were scared too. Because if it were true, if he had waited all this time for you, had waited for you in between trips- longing for you, you wouldn’t know how to compose yourself.

“No, no stop that. Matt, we can’t- we can’t keep doing this.” you argued, voice breaking as you gripped his sweater, the fabric soft and noble between your fingers.

“Why? Why can't we?” he insisted, pressing you further- his voice filled with an emotion you couldn't quite describe. “Because- fuck Matthew this hurts. This hurts me. That I see you and we act like nothings wrong and I can't have you.” you empathized, octaves rising as you clawed at his chest, his grip on your chin tightening as his hand came up to stroke your hair softly.

“Please. Please just for tonight. We can be whatever you want to be in the morning, I promise.” he begged, cradling your head with his hands, scared to let you go as you shoke your head in defeat.

“Matthew I can’t. We can’t.”

“Tonight. Tonight and I’ll do whatever you ask of me Y/N I’ll leave if that's what you want. I’ll leave your life and never come back, or I’ll stay. I just need you.” he whimpered, clinging to you as you were him.

It seemed the two of you couldn't let go, a magnetic force pulling you closer to his body to warm your fire. He began to back the two of you up towards his bed, the sheets slightly messy, making you whine.

“You want me, angel. I can smell it on you, can practically taste you. I’ve always been able to read you better than anyone else.” he sighed, breathing in your perfume.

It was true. Your pages were open for him, spine cracked as he thumbed through the text. An open book was something you tended to be for him- never being able to hide your intentions from him.

“I hate you.” you whispered softly, a sharp edge to your words as he smiled softly- knowing he had won you over.

“Yeah? You hate me?” The back of your legs hit the bedframe, body slumping back against the sheets as he leaned over you.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” you moaned as he kissed you, cutting off your words clean from the source. He tasted of cherries and sweet wine, and you savored it on your tongue before he broke it.

“Say it again.” he growled, your hands tugging in his hair, fingers running through the messy chestnut locks as he kissed you harder. It was filled with passion and hatred, a mixture of unspoken words that hadn't been said that night in the rain.

Things you wanted to say but couldn't, things you wanted back but weren't able to piece back together again.

It was hot and heated, breaths coming in gasps and pants as Matt's hands traced your body, fingers burning you through the light fabric of your dress.

“I hate you Matthew Murdock. I hate you with everything- mghm- everything in me.” you moaned, words interrupted as his teeth found their way sunk into the smooth skin of your neck, your body shivering with anticipation in protest.

“You're so well trained, aren’t you? All these nights we've spent together really paid off hmm?” he purred against your neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a mark.

“You're insufferable.” you huffed, fingers curling around his neck, nails scratching the bottom of his scalp as you arched your back into him.

“Look at you, using big girl words.” he cooed teasingly, making you roll your eyes before you kissed him, thigh hitching up to wrap your leg around him possessively.

“Off.” You snarled, tugging at his shirt- the barrier preventing you from what you needed most.

Skin-to-skin contact. Please. Because I've waited this long, and if I’m allowing myself off the leash, I want to go all the way.

“Off, off off-” you commanded, watching with desire as he pulled away slightly, back muscles rippling as he tugged the sweater over his head.

“Your turn.” he whispered, unleashing a squeak from your body as he gripped your thighs, yanking you closer to the edge of the bed- legs spread wide.

You moaned as he cupped your clothed cunt, already soaking from his caresses. Arms were raised as he slipped the dress off your body in one fluid motion, the fabric was long forgotten about as it hit the floor.

He was purely focused on you, as he always had been in these tender moments. It was like the outside world didn't matter, like both of your problems were pushed aside just for a little bit longer.

Matt put you first. He always had, back when the two of you were together- until he didn't.

But this was new. Each time the two of you had this secret rendezvous, it was like a new relationship blooming all over again. He was touching you again for the first time, he was whispering your name like it was brand new. It was all the excitement and passion of a new sparking flame, not a dulling ember.

And you craved it, craved it like a drug addict needing her high and doing anything and anyone to get it. It was pure admiration, the way he brushed his fingertips across your collarbone, down your sides.

Like he was thankful you had allowed him to sweep you back in his bed- just one more time.

“That’s my good little girl” he cooed softly as you bucked your hips up at his delicate touches.

“Don’t tease.” you insisted, feeling your head turn to the side, scared to look at him any longer. You feared him right now, anxious you’d allow yourself to fall again.

But you had already fallen again. Hard.

You didn't want to face that reality just yet. Not when he was touching you like this, making you feel like you were an angel with your wings spread wide, halo shining as bright as the sun.

“M’not teasing. I’m enjoying.” he hummed, hands slowly rubbing the insides of your thighs, knuckles brushing the delicate skin as he’d inch closer to where you needed him most.

“I want to enjoy you, because I know you’ll be gone before I know it.”

You had nothing to say to this. What could you have possibly said- that wasn't a lie? It was up to fate- whatever happened in the morning, and the next few coming days after that.

It was always like a sore, the days after the mistake. Matt's fingertips seemed to almost scorch you, tingles randomly sizzling on the layers of skin where he had touched you previously. The guilt that stayed with you was tied to your ankle like a ball and chain, chasing you into sleep for the next week or so.

Then you’d try your best to forget him, until you appeared in his bed again. It was a continuous cycle, a habit you were almost scared to break, in case it was decided it should stop completely.

You knew that was the right thing- the good thing for the long term. But you didn't want it to stop. You liked this, this little thrill you released. You didn't know what kind of person that made you, but frankly, you didn't care.

You just needed to be his person.

You whimpered, heartbeat racing as he used the pads of his finger to rub little circular motions on the wet spot that had formed on your panties, giving your cunt a quick little smack.

“You’d do whatever I asked of you, wouldn't you?” he asked genuinely, suddenly deciding the layer that separated the two of you was still too much for him. You nodded aimlessly, feeling high off his touches alone.

“Good. That's the girl I know.”

He sounded like he had cut himself off, like the sentence was unfinished. There's the girl I know and love.

“Yes.” was all you replied with, letting your legs spread further to express all of the other things you had wanted to say- but didn't know how.

“You smell so fuckin sweet. Gonna be the death of me sweetheart.” he confessed, adjusting you to the way he wanted, manhandling you.

“Let me kill you then.” you murmured softly, hand tracing across his bicep, wanting nothing more than to sink your teeth into the delicate beauty of the man.

“Damn you.” he snarled, words trailing off into a moan as he entered you swiftly, causing your back to arch in unison.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck you.” he groaned- as if you were the one who had played with him all these months. As if he were mad at you for feeling so good.

“Oh- god.” was all you could let out as he wasted next to no time letting you adjust, knowing time was scarred between these walls. You never got used to the feeling of him, no matter how many times he had been between your legs.

It was a stretch, and you couldn't help but feel filled to the brim as he made himself comfortable.

“You’re so fucking divine.” he growled, his grip tightening on your thighs as he slid out, thrusting into you harshly- making your body jolt in sync with your whimpers.

His words and praises made you feel woozy, like he had drugged you with too much cough syrup from the spoon. He was in his own little world, using your body for his own pleasure- knowing he wouldn't be getting it for some time after.

“I- hate- you-” you mewled, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing out the sounds of your cries.

“I hate you more.” he breathed, head tilted back in pure bliss, cock brushing your spongy walls with each thrust. His hips found an easy rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your skull and your legs threatening to close together from the intense feelings of overstimulation.

You thought back to one of the first times you had met Matt, when the relationship was just starting to bloom. You were drunk, the red wine seeping into your bloodstream as you stumbled to the couch, unable to stop laughing and smiling the whole trip down to the cushions.

What do you tell the women you bring home? You had teased, the alcohol making your lips loose, words spilling out of them uncontrollably.

Oh they're enjoying themselves too much, they don’t ask. He had smirked, making you laugh even harder.

It was true though, you had realized. He hadn't been joking.

You were far too gone with enjoyment to care about anything but him right now, the feeling of his skin on yours, his hot breath as soft as velvet in your ear as he leaned in closer.

“We will always hate each other, sweetheart. That's what makes it so fun.”

You clenched around him with a cry, words blending together like oil paints on a canvas as you felt the orgasm rush over your body in waves. It was like you had touched an electric fence, your body bursting with little shocks like fireworks as you came.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” he whispered, and it was then you realized.

I hate you more. An antonym.

He still loved you.

“My pretty little thing.” you smiled softly, voice hoarse as you cupped his cheek. His skin was warm and soft against your palm, cheeks stained pink as his hips faltered.

It was over before you knew it- that gentle, soft moment the two of you had just shared, where you were his and he was yours had shattered. It was gone, as fast as your hand had been removed from his cheek.

The wall was put up again, any act of vulnerability was shooed off the stage. Matt had slipped from your fingers, nothing but sweat and gentle pants reverberating off the walls, getting tangled up in the ceiling fan.

You watched as he removed himself from you slowly, a sly grin on his face as he realized his cum had started to slowly ooze out of you.

“I’ll be out of here in a few.” was all you said, watching him walk off to the bathroom in silence. You heard the tap start, water trickling out of the faucet, Matt refusing to respond.

You fought back the tears, knowing the painful cycle was about to start all over again. Before you could rise, he emerged once more, a damp washcloth in hand.

“No need.” he replied, making his way back over to you slowly. You flinched slightly as the bed creaked, the sudden proximity seeming weird and out of context despite the fact he was up in your guts less than five minutes prior.

“May I?” he asked, hinting for you to spread your legs again. You spread them slightly, shivering as the cloth touched you, a droplet of water sliding down your inner thigh and onto the sheets below.

“Are you sure? I can stay, you mean?” you asked, watching his hands carefully clean you up, knowing exactly how to soothe your body from the adrenaline it had just taken buckets of.

“I left a pack of Marlboro’s in the bedside table.”

You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to put your head in your hands and sigh. The cycle was breaking, a little gap emerging from the guilt. He wanted you to stay. He had bought your favorite cigarettes, the ones you had always smoked for ‘special occasions’ in hopes you’d come back again- and stay.

The thought made your stomach turn, whether that was from nausea or butterflies.

You couldn't do this again.

You couldn't pretend to feel this way, like you weren't affected by these hooks up. You needed something continuous, something that was repetitive and that meant something. Something that meant more than just touches and kisses, regrets and mistakes.

You watched as he stood up, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sighed. And you did end up putting your head in your hands, and no- it did not make you feel better.

It did not change any of this, take any of this away. Your fingers itched towards the handle, and you finally caved and pulled the drawer open. Snatching the box and the lighter that was left there, you placed the cigarette between your lips, the lighter flickering softly as you saw the smoke start to rise.

Matt had made his way back over to the bed, the bright city lights illuminating across his figure, dancing across his sculpted torso with excitement. He looked like a painting, an abstract that didn't make sense at first glance, until you truly studied it hard enough.

You had studied him though, and you had somehow pieced the puzzle together to make sense. It had been knocked from the table, its pieces breaking apart for a few brief months- but you had the courage to pick them up and start over again.

It would result in the same beautiful picture, afterall.

“Matt?”

His head turned towards you and you blew a cloud of smoke into the air, feeling your muscles relax into the soft bedding that smelt of him.

“I hate you.”

He just smiled, shaking his head softly. “I know.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 5 months

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Hey, I'm glad you're accepting requests again and that I can read new stuff from you 🤩. I have a Matt Christmas request how about Matt gets a Christmas calendar from his girlfriend just with a little spiciness 😏 hidden in the calendar are dirt audios or plush handcuffs. I would be happy if you accept my request ☺️

hii!! love love love 🫠 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

matt murdock x female reader

word count. 417

warnings. 18+ only!! brief descriptions and mentions. mdni

Matt is the kind of person who doesn't like receiving gifts - someone who feels uncomfortable taking. So, for Christmas this year, you decided to venture outside your usual realm of gifts, opting for something more personal - tailored even.

After hours of brainstorming ideas, you finally settled on something: an advent calendar, though it won't be chocolate, but instead, filled with something slightly scandalous. With a giddy, racing heart, you began planning the days with said interactive treasures, pondering different things that he and you would enjoy.

For day one, you decided to start simple. You collected a pair of lace, slinky underwear from your laundry pile, folding it neatly into the box you had made. You had the idea of giving him something to work with if you're apart, to give a little part of you for the nights you couldn't be together.

For day two, you wanted to step it up a notch, selecting a new kink you've been wanting to try, a new theme you've been meaning to explore. You wrote it on a heart shaped post-it, hoping to read it to him on the chosen day.

Over the next few days, you added some more that were slightly tame, different flavour lubes, fabrics, notes with new positions - all of it building up to the better days you had in mind.

For lucky number seven, you recorded an audio of you one night while you were alone, fingers brushing over yourself, whining and crying out his name as you imagined his fingers on you instead of your own. You didn't hold back, never once containing a sound that escaped you. Again, wanting him to use on nights you couldn't be together.

Over the next couple of days, you added some toys to the boxes, packing different items that you'd both enjoy - one day, a bullet vibrator, the next, a silicone dildo, even adding a fluffy pair of handcuffs to be worn on the day by either Matt or yourself.

For day number twelve, you'd be giving Matt a wildcard, giving him the option to pick his own gift, anything he wanted, anything he wanted to try, and you couldn't say no - though it had to be within your set sexual and relationship boundaries. Whether he wanted to eat you out on the rooftop or fuck you with a toy, it would be your duty to oblige. Your job to be his good girl for the night.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐱 | 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

requested by anonymous

A/N: subby Matt is so special to me so I just had to make this a fic where reader overstimulates Matt bc asdfgjkll just yes!!! I hope you guys like this!

“O-ohh, fuck, I can’t. I can’t,” Matt whimpers as he buries his head in the sheets beneath him.

“Aww, yes you can, baby. You can give me one more. I know you can,” you murmur through pouted lips. “Come on, be a good boy for me. Give me one more. Just one more.”

Matt groans deeply, almost sounding defeated, as he slumps into the mattress. You’d already made him cum twice so far. First in your mouth, and then second with your strap seated deep in his ass. You were still seated in him now, your hips pushed flush against him.

“Come on babyboy, you can do it. Do it for me. Just one more,” you purr as you slowly, so slowly, start to rock your hips into him again.

He groans, a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. But he pulls himself up again, holding himself up on his arms and knees again.

“That’s it baby,” you praise, stroking his lower back slightly as you steadily increase your pace.

Matt moans and gasps incoherently, his head completely dizzy and fucked out. You moan quietly at the sense of pride it gives you. You’d only been fucking him again for a few minutes and you already tell he went going to last long this time. His groans were getting higher in pitch. His arms were trembling where he struggled to hold himself upright. You quickly reach around to grab his swollen and sensitive cock, starting to stroke him in time with your thrusts.

His responding groan is downright sinful, his head dropping down as his face twists and contorts with the intensity of the pleasure. He’s so sensitive that just your steady stroking and fucking motion has him spilling all over the bedsheets again. He whimpers, almost crying, as he cums again, his entire body trembling.

“That’s it, such a good boy for me,” you groan praise as you gently fuck and stroke him through his third climax.

His body starts to convulse, his arms giving out as he falls onto the mattress again. You coo praise at him soflty as you stop stroking him and slowly pull your strap out of him. You move to lie next to him, stroking his sweat streaked hair lightly, your fingers dancing across his face as you reassure him tenderly.

“See? I knew you had it in you,” you smirk, placing a sweet kiss to his forehead.

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hailey-murdock · 10 months

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Hey sweetie got a Matt / Reader request. Reader is traveling and leaves Matt dirty ASMR, which he likes to listen to and enjoy it 😏🍆

Lust

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, masturbation, orgams denial, pain kink, praising, teasing, degradation, dry humping

Other characters: (mention of:) Foggy Nelson

WC: 2.1k

A/N: This ask got me feral. Holy fuck this is hot. Matty has me in a chokehold. Hope you enjoy <3 (Reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated)

In the most unexpected moments of life, passion has a way of attracting the center stage and rewriting our stories in ways we never imagined possible. For Matt and you, this was certainly the case.

Matt hated when you had to go and leave him even if it was just a few days. Sometime last week you had received a call that your sister needed someone to take care of her, after an accident she had.

Matt wanted to go help out but after taking down Fisk the firm was much more recognized. Which meant taking on more clients and more cases.

It helped so much that it helped to pay the bills but he couldn’t just leave Foggy on his own to deal with all the work they had on their plates. So Matt stayed while you went away.

But as you embarked on your trip to visit family, little did Matt know that a surprise awaited him in the form that was unexpected for him.

You both called when you had an opportunity to do so. Never in the time you've been with Matt have you been away from each this long. You missed his touch on your body. The way Matt could leave you breathless, seeing stars within seconds.

For Matt it was worse, waking up each morning with a cold and empty spot next to him in his bed. Your scent lingering in the apartment. He missed coming back home after a long day at work and not finding you in the kitchen like his perfect housewife.

The night before you left you bid each other one form of goodbye and that was, sex. God, how the scent of your arousal, and the smell of sex lingered around drove Matt mad. After dropping you off at the airport, he came back home and the smell hit his nostrils and made him lightheaded, a rush of heat ran down to his pants. It hadn't even been an hour and he already craved you.

However, Matt called you on his lunch break exhausted. He was stressed with a case he had taken on with Foggy and he was getting frustrated at the lack of touch from you. The passing of each ring over the phone made him grow more irritated by the second, but until you answered your phone that faded away.

"Hi baby, how are you?", you said with a slight grunt as you got up from the couch to walk to your room to have some privacy. But that didn't help Matt, it only made him think how it was a similar sound you would make while underneath him.

Matt felt his throat go dry but somehow he managed to get words out his mouth. "H-hey sweetheart, I'm great. What about you hun?"

As you told him how you were doing and how you told him about your sister he lost track of what you were saying. Focused on the sweetest sound he ever heard, your voice. His hands roam down to his thick thighs to his lap, so close to where he most wanted it.

"Matt? Are you okay?", you grew a bit worried as you heard his heavy breathing and lack of communicating with you. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was hurt and he needed help.

"Huh? Oh, uh yeah. I'm fine sweetheart. Keep talking, I like listening to your voice, I'm listening". Matt tried his best to play it off and act like he wasn't palming himself as he listens to you talk over the phone.

"Well, um actually sweetheart I need your help with something". He thought he was being selfish for asking something for his own pleasure. But Matt desperately needed something, anything.

"Tell me Matty".

Oh, that's when Matt fell apart. He liked it, no he loved it when you called him "Matty". He was starting to feel embarrassed, but he was glad that there wasn't absolutely nobody in the office to hear his next words.

"I need you sweetheart. Need to feel you. P-please. Anything, j-just give me something", if your panties weren't wet earlier than for sure they are, right now. It was rare when you would have Matt begging or asking for something, even if you told him that he didn't need to ask. Damn him and his catholic guilt. These were the moments you treasured more.

"My sweet boy feels so lonely, doesn't he? Misses my sweet, wet and tight cunt, isn't that right baby"? A smirk creeps onto your face loving to tease him just like Matt would do to you. Call it getting even.

"Y-yes. Miss you so m-much sweetheart", Matt would get nervous in times like these. Nobody had made him feel this way before.

"I bet you're touching yourself right now like a whore" you toyed with your clit, doing your best to maintain your position.

"F-fuck. Mhm yeah baby I am. Fucking wish it was your hands instead of mine" Matt threw his head back, the pleasure and desire clouding his mind.

"Who told you, you could touch yourself?" You loved taking charge of Matt in the bedroom at times. Even if you weren't there with him, you knew to make Matt fall apart for you.

"N-no one", he moves his hand away. A groan escaping his throat, his cock throbbed, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Exactly, now this is the deal. Since you decided to play with yourself without my permission I won't help you with cumming right now".

"Sweetheart but-", Matt thought he could try to change your mind but he was absolutely wrong.

"No, I don't want to hear it. Keep whining and I won't help for the rest of the week".

"Yes ma'am", Matt said breathlessly. Even being submissive Matt knew how to choose wisely his choice of words

"Good boy. Like I was saying before, you're gonna touch yourself for the rest of the day until I say so. If you're able to do so, I might reward you later. I have to go now Matty. I love you baby". The plan in your head was vile but yet so wickedly good.

"O-okay. I love you too sweetheart", after you hung up. You weren't busy or needed to go, you just wanted to give Matt a piece of your mind. The torture you felt from his teasing was something now he was starting to understand.

Nobody was at home, you were all alone. Your mom had taken your sister to the doctor, so you didn't need to worry about the sinful noises that were gonna fill your room.

You pulled off your shorts and grabbed your phone to record what you were about to do, recording yourself while touching yourself until you orgasmed.

Matt spent the rest of the day tense, his mind wandering to you, your moans, your body, and your taste. Foggy had even noticed how Matt looked like he was about to lose his shit. The man was flustered, his knuckles white from how hard he made a fist. So Foggy decided to send him home, thinking that maybe his best friend was sick.

On the way back to the apartment Matt had his briefcase covering his erection. Once he arrived at the apartment he took off all of his clothes except his boxers. He laid on his bed rutting his hips against the bed to gain friction, he thought that his actions didn't consider him touching himself. Which he wasn't so he wasn’t being entirely bad.

Too caught up in his trance, in the back of his head he heard his phone call out your name. It took so much willpower to pull himself away, he was so close. Matt grabbed his phone and it automatically read your text message "for your ears only".

Matt pressed play for the audio and when he heard your sweet groan his cock twitched underneath his boxers.

Leaving no detail to the imagination, the audio captured your sultry voice teasing and tempting, igniting a fire within Matt that consumed his every thought and desire. With each word and moan, you painted vivid images in Matt's mind, arousing his senses like never before. As the audio played, Matt's heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and anticipation.

The sound of your voice, a perfect blend of vulnerability and seduction, commanded Matt's attention wholly, as if you were in the same room, your bodies entangled in a passionate embrace.

Unable to resist the intoxicating allure of your smutty audio, Matt surrendered himself fully to the experience. His mind became a playground of desire, as he closed his eyes and pulled down his boxers just enough to free his cock. His cock hit his lower abdomen causing him to groan. His rough hands immediately went straight to his cock, rubbing the precum around as lube. Matt let the waves of pleasure wash over him.

Every breath, every sigh, every carefully chosen word in the audio became a symphony of passion that resonated deep within Matt's core.

As the smutty audio played on, Matt found himself captivated by the way you expertly described the things you were thinking about.

"F-fuck, love your c-cock Matty".

Engrossed in the imagery painted by your words, Matt felt himself being transported to a realm where your bodies transcended physical limitations and merged into a shared realm of passion and intimacy.

"Touch yourself baby, wa-want you to f-feel good"

Matt's other hand instinctively traveled across his body, mapping out the imaginary contours of your silken skin. His fingertips traced the path of your words, dancing along his own flesh as he envisioned your touch. The audio had awakened a primal hunger within Matt, one that could only be sated by your presence.

With each word spoken in the audio, Matt's imagination ran wild as he could almost feel you right there with him.

Matt could practically taste the desire in the air and feel your presence beside him, his body reacting with uncontrollable longing.

The room was filled with groans, grunts and whimpers as Matt pulled away his hand each time when he was about to cum. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, wanting to make this moment last longer.

As Matt immersed himself in the audio, he couldn't help but marvel at how sensory cues were able to elicit such a powerful response within him.

The sensory immersion provided by your audio allowed Matt to experience a heightened state of arousal and desire.

With his senses engaged solely through the auditory stimulation, Matt's focus was intensified as he shut off other distractions and allowed himself to be completely immersed in the seductive world created by your voice.

Matt felt like he couldn't hold himself back anymore longer. He needed to cum badly, now.

"Cum Matty, cum for me baby. Let go, let the people who you are a whore for. Scream my name".

And with that Matt came with his hand wrapped around his cock. Squeezing it tightly imaging that it was your sweet cunt swallowing him whole. Your name leaving his mouth loudly, the neighbors could most likely hear him, but he didn't care.

The combination of auditory stimulation and Matt's active imagination created a truly immersive experience, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.

Matt laid on the bed, his hand reaching for you. But there was a lack of your warmth and body. Sadly you weren't there to take care of him after that earth crashing orgams. His hand found his phone and he called you.

You answered with a smirk on your face, "Hello".

"T-thank yo-you", Matt was out of breath, his voice rough and heavy. His breathing was heavy, his entire body covered in sweat. Happy with the release he desperately needed.

"Of course baby. I'm happy you enjoyed it".

"I fucking loved it sweetheart", Matt smiled sweetly over the phone, his eyes shutting, growing tired.

"That's good, when I get back it'll be even better but get rest now hun, you need it big boy", you as well were tired, already in bed with the covers covering your body.

Matt hummed, not even a minute later he was already sleeping, his soft snores were the last thing you heard before ending the call.

The next morning Matt woke up better than ever. He knew last night wasn't the last time he was gonna hear that audio you sent him.

As Matt eagerly awaited your return from your family visit, Matt couldn't help but feel a deep longing to recreate the electrifying sensations that your audio had sparked within him.

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whoreofdilfs · 1 year

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"are you ok?"

no i want matthew murdock to cuddle with me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me that everything's going to be fine. I need him like i need oxygen to breathe.

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peachyxreads · 2 years

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Crossing the Line || M.M.

Pairing: professor!Matt Murdock x college!reader (afab)

Summary: You’ve developed a close friendship with Professor Murdock over the years, hiding your true feelings militantly. A few months prior to graduation, you come to him in distress and finally find out how he feels about you.

Includes: fluff, smut, teacher/student relationship, no gendered language, no y/n, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, nondescript hormonal birth control, professor murdock

Words: ~3.5k

A/N: Thank you so so much to the lovely folks who offered to beta and proof my first fic, including @thegreengoop and @scarletsloveletter!! And please feel free to hit me up with comments or feedback, even prompts! Likes and reblogs also let me know you like my work :) Enjoy!

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Warmth, strength, a certain crispness of his pressed shirt or his fading cologne—you're not sure which—and tenderness. That is all you can feel, all you can take in from the world as he holds you in a gentle hug.

This hug, this warmth, with your arms under his, his left arm wrapped around your back and other hand squeezing your neck, this has come after years of wondering if he knew how you felt about him, if he felt the same way. You've also spent these years wondering if your feelings are real or if they're childish—some immaturity, some need for attention and validation you never grew out of. But looking into his brightening face and lifted posture every time you meet, seeing the wildness in him and yourself throughout all of your excited discussions, you know it's real. Whether or not he thinks about you in bed at night the way you do him, it's real. It's friendship, at least. Companionship probably not unlike what he's had with other students before. Or so you thought.

You've known Professor Murdock for a little over two years, taking his classes every other semester or so, visiting his office hours to chat when you aren't his student. The two of you have developed an easy relationship; you respect each other, delight in each other, never get too close but enjoy a comfortable distance—or rather an appropriate closeness—you found after a while. He knows your work and you know his instruction. Each of you knows the other's passions well, each of you knows the other's fears and holds them softly in your heart.

Matt's a young professor and a great one at that. Other than his obvious, somehow humble charm, the way he instantly connects with his students enchanted you from the day you met. He has the sharpness you and your peers strive for and hope is only a few years away, and he encourages you all, giving you the support and inspiration you need to get there. Though, he likes to tell you that you're sharp, that you're years ahead of him. Any compliment hinting at an equality between the two of you births a thousand butterflies in your stomach, and elsewhere. When you explain your latest research project or what you think of the last novel you read and he looks utterly captivated, you can't help but want him to get up, close the door, and lock it before returning to you in a passionate fever. Just the idea of the sound of the lock clicking, the shift in the air it represents, makes you swoon inside, drool like Pavlov's dog. Tick.

You went to him in need today, catching him after his smallest class as the room would be next in coziness and remoteness after his office. No office hours today. Today, the day you received a response from your dream grad school. Your application was denied. You applied to others, of course, but you can't help the tears begging to spring forward with defeat. You feel as though you've failed. How could you really be as sharp as he says you are? As sharp as he repeatedly praised you for being throughout the application process? You shared it all with him. And now it's ruined.

You walk through the door as the last few students part. He's gathering his things and readying to leave. He doesn't notice you right away, your steps gentle and voice paralyzed. When he turns to the door you break the silence.

"Professor Murdock…" you struggle to sigh, choked up. He recognizes your voice instantly, his frame rupturing in a small jolt and face taking a delighted, curious expression. This fades a little once he realizes the pain he heard in your speech.

"Hey, are you alright?" He sets his briefcase down and removes his glasses—he knows it's just the two of you now—before moving toward you with urgency.

"Yeah, n-no…I didn't get in. I was rejected. The others, I don't know, I'll probably get into one, but—"

He presses a hand to your shoulder, holding for a moment before moving for the door. He gently guides you away from the frame as he reaches to close it. You hear a tick, the lock. Nerves, arousal, fear, sadness, lust all rip through you and mix together. You're shaking and melting at the same time.

"It's alright, it's okay," he offers as he turns back to you, "I'm so sorry."

He hears your quiet sniffle and realizes tears must be coming down. He can sense that you're completely frozen. He steps even closer and wraps himself around you. A hug to thaw. You feel a hand on your neck, comforting, an arm around you, strong, his chest on yours and your face to his collar. You breathe him in and begin to release into it.

Fuck.

Years without this. Years without touch. Years without a hand to the arm or a playful shoulder nudge. You even skipped handshakes, too cordial. You would never have brought yourself to make contact. You didn't want to cross a boundary, you wanted to show respect, thought it should be on his terms. Or maybe you were just worried initiating a single touch would let him onto you, would make him wonder how you felt, pity you for your schoolyard crush and become cold. Now you're questioning whether that was the right choice. Fuck it all if this is how intoxicating his body feels.

With a final squeeze, he lets you go. He doesn't shift back or away from you, instead brings a hand to your chest. What is he doing? The flat of his hand is large, larger than yours. Looking down you see just how much of your chest it covers.

"Your heart is beating so fast," he almost whispers, bringing your attention to his voice, "your breathing is quick."

You bring your gaze up, it's been too long since you looked into his face. The confrontation makes you release and look down again.

"Am I making you nervous?" He gently suggests.

You nod, releasing a small "yes."

"What can I do?" You feel his body tense a little, likely in fear of making the wrong move. He begins to move away, but you bring your hand to his wrist, keeping his hand pressed to your heart.

The two of you spend a moment like this, close but far apart, both unsure. As the seconds pass you bring your attention back to your hand on his wrist and start to rub his skin with your thumb, holding him just a bit tighter. He shifts forward again, an inch closer to you, and you look up to examine his face. Another moment.

"Do you want me," he pauses before finishing and lowers his voice, "to touch you?"

You nod and lean into him a bit, earlier tears making it hard to speak again. He smiles softly at the silence.

"You have to say it, yes or no. I need to hear you tell me."

You swallow, trying to break through your nervousness and arousal, out of your body, to talk.

"I want you to touch me," you produce with some mustered up confidence. It's one of the only things you're truly certain of right now.

With your approval he moves both hands to grip your waist. The pressure draws a sigh from you, encouraging him to rub your sides with his thumbs. You're completely submerged in his presence. The small movements send electric waves to your core. The feeling is so intense, he might be all you'll ever need.

Then you realize what's really happening. You place your hands on his chest to balance the contact between you. He's touching you. He wants to touch you. He locked the door. There is something in this. There is something in him.

"You…do you like this?" you ask, needing now to hear it from him. He furrows his eyebrows just slightly, stressing your nerves again. What if he doesn't?

"Yes," he starts with a timidity you're not used to hearing in his voice, "I do. I want to…I've wanted to. It's not- I couldn't…touch you."

You can't help but smile. There's total peace, total clarity. He's nervous too. He wants you. He wants to touch you. Not only that, he has wanted to touch you all the while you wanted to touch him. Neither of you could do it, could break the boundary, cross the line, show yourselves. The intimacy is more intense in the conversation between you than in the physical connection. The potential energy in the room has reached its height now that you know he feels the same way about you. You know the drop is about to come. You're prepared now. You're confident.

"I've wanted you since we met." You admit softly.

He recites with sincerity, "I've wanted you since we met. It's only grown."

You step an inch toward him, closing what miniscule gap there was. The two of you join in a kiss, linking perfectly. A soft, warm, inspired kiss, mouths like puzzle pieces, instantly wanting more. He wraps an arm around your lower back to lift your waist to his before bringing a hand up to rest on your jaw. You're deepening the kiss together into a slow, sloppy mess, well-choreographed and intoxicating. It's all either of you need for a few minutes, quickening the pace and moving together, pushing and pulling, feeling each other, flowing with intuition.

You break from each other and he guides the two of you behind his desk. Resisting the magnetic force drawing you together, he slides the desk chair out and motions for you to sit. He kneels with a shining smile, using the arm of the chair to guide himself before you.

"Do you know what you want?" He asks, wanting to establish a serious level of understanding.

"I…don't know. I like what we have. I liked that," you grab his hand for more touch, "I like this. I want to be…us. It feels natural," the truth charms you as you speak it.

"It does. It feels natural. I love being with you, talking to you. The closer we got, the closer I wanted to be. I couldn't let myself reach out. I was afraid of doing something you didn't want, even if it seemed like you did want it."

Seeing him be so vulnerable, it's huge. You've always felt quicker to show that side of yourself. It's harder to draw out from him. He's the professional, after all. You want to show him he's safe, reassure him.

"I understand. I felt the same way. It's not something we could really talk about or…try. I couldn't touch your arm or reach for your hand like I would with any coffee date that's going well," that earned a chuckle from him, and subsequently you, before continuing, "I'm graduating in a few months. What if we saw each other off campus? I'm not taking any more of your classes this year."

"Yeah. I'd love that," he answers with a bittersweet smile, "but what do we do, now?"

His expression is disappointed despite the excitement, almost pained. It's hell to see a face that sad on him. You want to make it better for both of you, you know he'll only respond to your initiative. Maybe you should wait, give it a few days at least, but you can't. Not with him kneeling before you. You've been aching this whole time, trying to suppress the bubbling desire, but you can't. It doesn't have to be perfect, but you want to feel him. You just want to do it, save the slow and sensual for other times, create something out of the passion between you right now.

You slide the chair back out from under you and meet him on the floor. Wrapping a hand around his neck, you decide to pop the bubble.

"I want you, now."

With that you crash into each other, fiending for friction in a new kiss, pressing lips and bodies close together, both on your knees like sinners. You push against him but he wins out, pinning you to the floor. He begins to slide kisses along your jaw, down your neck, retiring at your collarbones. It almost tickles, his soft lips to such thin skin. As a hand of his feverishly traces your body, gripping around your side and rubbing down to your pelvis, you bring one of yours to the nape of his neck with the other around his body to hold him close. His thumb rubs the crease of your hip, the line that leads to your core, causing you to tug on his smooth brown locks.

"Matt…" you call softly.

"Mm?" he questions, lips still connected to your body.

"Come up here," you command, nearly breathless.

He complies, bringing his head up to meet your face. You lift yourself to connect and bring him down with you in another kiss, letting a hand search his trousers.

"Christ," he moans as you graze the strained fabric. His voice in such ecstasy is like music. No, something more than music. It's a heavenly sound that wraps you up in the same pleasure it expresses. You need to hear more.

"Need you, please," you whine, adding pressure to his crotch with your hand.

"Okay, fuck," he responds with a low, almost cracking voice.

The two of you begin to rise, him standing easily as you prop yourself up on your hands. "Matt," you call, prompting him to lean down, wrap an arm around your back, and lift you with surprising strength. You had noticed his build before, the toned shape of his arms through his shirts, but you had no idea he had such power. Realizing what that means for the moments to come has your legs fluttery and core aching.

"On the desk," you tell him.

His face lights with a ravenous grin. You sense an animalistic hunger in his voice despite the questioning tone when he asks if you're sure.

"Please," you add, and he reaches a hand out to find the desk before lifting you up onto it, again with a surprising, arousing ease. The second your ass reaches the wood you push off your bottoms and he helps pull them down and release them from you. Going in for another kiss he allows his hands to rub your thighs, inching closer and closer to your dripping center.

You bring him into a deep kiss, pulling on his lip as you part. You want him to know how starved you are for him, all of him. He begins to circle your folds, lavishly spreading your juices. As he circles your clit, you plead, out of breath. He gets the message and plunges in, working you with a rhythmic pace that draws blissful gasps unlike any you've made before. He uses his fingers masterfully, applying pressure where you need it and letting you bask in the pleasure for what feels like hours.

"Let me hear you," he moans into your ear, "tell me how it feels…being fucked by my fingers."

"Shit, Matt, so good…it feels so good," you answer him, reaching a pornographic tone.

It goes on, bringing you close but not there. You know what you need. You try to return your attention to the man in front of you through half-lidded eyes: you want him to feel the pleasure you do. You want to feel him fill you up.

"Need…" you gasp in reaction to his thrusting fingers and bring a hand to fumble with his belt, "more, please."

He grunts against your hand, losing reservation. You can tell he's about to snap, and you want nothing more than to see that side of him. To be on the receiving end of his crushing lust, to be desired and taken.

He digs his head into your shoulder as he urgently reaches for his belt, swatting your hands away. His belt is undone, his zip down, everything off in mere seconds. You can't do anything but sit there and watch as he moves frantically, clearly falling apart. You're drooling at the sight, your stomach turning with lust, your cunt throbbing uselessly against the cool surrounding air.

Taking his cock in his fist before you, he brings the fingers once inside you to your lips. He presses them into your willing mouth as he begins to pump himself. You swirl your tongue, taking in your own sweetness, and look down to see his tip already leaking precum. He removes his fingers, you brace against him, and he lifts and spreads your thighs. You whisper a sultry "fuck me, Matty" into his ear, and he finally snaps, pushing into you ruthlessly with a groan. You feel split in half, feeling his full length against your walls, filling every inch of you.

The thrusts are hard, fast, needy, sloppy. He's rutting into you and you're taking it perfectly. You can hear everything, so much you don't know what's what, whose moans are whose. The sounds engulf you, and you can only imagine what it's like for him. He's panting, grunting, breathing against your neck and jaw, attempting every so often to aim a kiss to your lips despite the crude pace of your bodies.

You lose a string of expletives in the ecstasy, responding to each thrust, "fuck, Matt, god…Matt."

He gives you praise between his grunts, moaning by your ear, "shit…you feel so good…you're so good…taking me…made for me…"

His movements lose even more rhythm, panting becoming strained as your own whines heighten. He's close. You reach for your wet, aching clit. Swirling effortlessly, you make hurried circles. The dual pleasure is beyond: you would see stars if the moaning man before you weren't a prettier sight.

"Fuck!" He shocks you with the exclamation, slowing his movements in frustration. Breathless, he struggles to blurt out "b-birth control?"

"Yes, Matty, please, keep going," you urge him to continue, assuaging his fear.

With that he slams into you hard, making you cry out against each thrust.

"I'm…" he fruitlessly tries to let the declaration escape.

"Me too, me too," you cry over him, digging your heels into his hips and working your clit fast.

Your orgasm hits. Warmth spreads from your core to your toes, ecstasy bursting through your body with such force you might break. In the delicious throes of your orgasm you feel Matt spill inside you, thrusting loosely through his own release. Hearing muted, you don't know what sounds either of you let loose at the height of pleasure, but you're sure you were practically screaming.

The two of you come down, panting and leaning against each other. Your heels keep him inside you, not ready to lose contact. Your exhales deepen and calm. Tucking in his chin, he presses a kiss to your neck before meeting your lips.

"Professor Mur-" you catch yourself, issuing the correction with some embarrassment, "Matt." You just want to feel his name in your mouth once more.

He smiles, but it quickly bursts into a grin, earning a satisfied giggle from you.

"That was…" he cracks through an uncontrollable smile.

"Amazing," you finish for him, adding, "thank you." You release him and hop down as he shifts back. He brings his hands to your waist once more, and you clutch his arms to rest in the warmth of his skin.

"Call me Matty again, please," he surprises you with the request, squeezing your waist.

"Thank you, Matty," you coo through a smile.

He nods softly. After a pause, he says, "you're going to be okay. You're going to be just fine. You'll be amazing at any program. It's you who makes it good, not the school."

You tear up quick at the consolation, overcome with adoration for the man before you. You slide your hand down his arm, pulling his fingers to your wet cheek and allowing him to swipe a streak with his thumb.

"Thank you, for everything, Matt."

"You're welcome. Thank you."

You give his hand a squeeze and release it so the two of you can re-dress yourselves.

"Would you like a ride home? I’ll call us a cab," he offers, grabbing his briefcase and replacing his glasses.

"That would be wonderful," you answer, buttoning your pants.

Matt moves forward and you approach him, stopping him with a hand to his chest. He leans down and meets your lips with his, connecting deeply like you both need it more than air. You part slowly and bring your lips to his ear.

"You're still dripping into my panties, Professor Murdock," you whisper, grasping onto the fleeting sense of lust.

Matt brings a free hand to grab your ass, replying, "would you like a ride to my home?"

"Yes, please, Matty!" You return with a playful cheekiness, as if all he offered were a homemade sweet or extra credit opportunity.

He snorts at your quip, muttering "you're too sharp. Let's go."

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pixel-percy · 4 months

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☕ Matthew Murdock's favorite barista happens to be his next-door neighbor & is now his girlfriend. They just can't get enough of each other. ☕

☕ Word Count: 919 ☕ Music Vibes: Seven by Jung Kook (feat. Latto) ☕ Warning(s): Smut (piv), mentions of blood/injury, & language ☕ A/N: I have nothing to say other than enjoy to my fellow Matthew Murdock lovers in chat lmao I planned an entire week of these little blurbs so they'll be up on their respective days! I hope you all enjoy ❤️

Monday

“I’ve only got 10 minutes,” you gasp into Matt’s mouth, one hand already pushing up your skirt and tugging down your underwear. You lifted yourself ever so slightly from the arm of your couch so the fabric could be slid down your legs, his lips never leaving yours during the process.

“You said that 10 minutes ago,” he replied, a cheeky smile apparent despite the back and forth of your kisses, biting, tasting. Your makeup was going to need a touch-up, your hair a redo, and the clock was running down before your shift technically started. Thankfully, owning your own business had its perks—like making your own schedule and allowing tardiness when the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen or his lawful counterpart, Matthew Murdock, wanted to be between your legs.

“Foggy’s not gonna be happy you’re late,” you muster. Matt’s hands found your hips, gripping them a bit roughly, thumbs digging into the dough of them. It was hard enough that it might bruise but you loved that.

“It’s only 20 minutes.” The words were mumbled as he wrapped his forearm around your lower back, and a squeak left you as he pulled your lower body toward him. Your head softly plopped onto the couch, a smirk on his lips when your eyes fell on his face.

“If you hadn’t been out on patrol so late last night we could’ve done this more—” He gave you a firm pull by your hips, a gasp escaping your lips, and positioned your back in a hedonistic arc on the sofa’s arm.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get the chance,” he said and you knew he was good for it. If the last month or so of exclusively seeing each other proved anything is that the company and the sex were mutually spectacular. Even if Matt’s “job” sometimes got in the way or had him falling into your apartment at odd hours of the evening—which wasn’t unlike the first time you both met and he mistook your apartment for his. There was a lot of confusion and blood that night as you patched him up, but it led to this so you couldn’t complain.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you tease. In that moment you felt him pull you up—to which you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn’t long before his condom-covered cock pushed past your entrance, still gentle but with a purpose. A moan escaped your lips and your back arched, pulling up off the arm ever so slightly.

The sun was just high enough to pass the buildings next door and its rays illuminated you both through your half-drawn curtains. What a picture you two must have been. Your pleated skirt practically folded back against your exposed stomach, red sweater bunched up under your breasts, and Matt, still suited up, tie thrown across his shoulder, and buried inside of you. What a show for anyone nosey enough to look.

Matt’s grip on your thighs didn’t falter, even when you reached up to grab his wrists, nails digging a bit into his arm as you held on, pleasure already building up in you. You were never worried about Matt’s aim, as far as you had experienced, he never missed and this time was certainly no different.

“Shit,” he said, the momentum of his hips picking up with each thrust. As much you both wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and play hooky together, Matt had a pretty important case to figure out and you had coffee to serve. He also had nothing to prove to you—the first night you’d spent together confirmed that multiple rounds were not an issue and neither was pleasing you.

You came first, a convulsive sort of feeling, and Matt followed soon after like he always did. It wouldn’t surprise you at this point if he timed it somehow… He gently put you down, a bit breathless, and grabbed the back of the couch with one hand for support.

“You’re gonna be late,” you say, also breathless.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling himself out of you and stumbling back a little when your legs dropped from his back. You readjusted yourself on the seat and picked your underwear up from where they’d fallen onto the floor. Matt moved to your bathroom with the condom he was already tying off and you followed behind, a little slower, the heels of your boots hard against the floor.

Matt was fixing his suit when you entered, underwear twirling on your index finger—a pair of red lace, your favorites. Also, Matt’s. He smiled at your approach and set his tie in place before he turned to face you. Without a word, you took your underwear and slid it into one of the front pockets of his pants.

“Bring those back to me later, would you?” you asked, getting close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips.

“Mmm,” he hummed and leaned down to place a similar kiss that got you into this situation in the first place. “I’ll think about it.”

Matt turned to leave the bathroom and you gave him a small pat on his ass, warranting a chuckle.

“Good luck on your case!” you shouted after him and received a ‘thanks!’ in return before the door to your apartment opened and closed promptly after. You turned back to the mirror in the background and nibbled on your bottom lip, a stupid grin plastered on your face as you started to address your hair.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 months

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the slow night

buttercup, chapter six

a/n: he a hoe and I love him. thank you and goodnight.

summary: as the peck blossomed into something much more ravenous, a soft laugh began to billow out of you, “Mr. Murdock,” you tilted your head back as his lips began to flutter down your neck, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you came over here to seduce me.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, the black daredevil suit, kissing, semi public sex (at the bakery), clothed sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral, protected sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms

word count: 3244

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Leaning against the doorway to the small bakery bathroom, you watched Walter’s tongue poke out the side of his mouth as he flicked glittery stripes of eyeliner over his lids.

“You sure you’re okay with closing up on your own tonight?” you heard Howard ask you as he sat on a low stool some space behind you, bending down to tie his shoes.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you smiled, glancing back over your shoulder at him, “you two deserve a night off.”

Staring out into space, your uncle leaned his tattooed forearms on his robust thighs a moment as he murmured, “you know, I don’t even remember the last time we went out…” casting a glance past you at the bald man in front of the mirror, Howard raised his voice, “honey, did you find out what queens are performing tonight?”

Popping the lid back on the pencil, the former club kid tilted his head approvingly in the reflection, “I think Holly Day still works Friday nights there, but other than that I have no idea,” he exited the bathroom, only to press a small peck to your cheek as he slid passed.

“Urgh,” you groaned with a smile, letting your inner child temporarily show as you dragged the back of your palm over the faint lipstick stain, “well, have fun you two!”

“Night, night, cupcake,” Howard blew you a few brief kisses as the pair scurried out of the shop, “don’t forget to feed the sourdough starter, oh! And mix a new batch of ginger maple cookies, portion them out and pop them in the freezing–, also–”

“Howard,” you interrupted him with a smile just as Walter pulled open the back door for them to exit, “I know what I need to do. I’ve done this countless of times before, I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Alright,” he exhaled slowly.

“If it’ll help, I can send you a picture of the place before I lock up.”

A relieved smile then warmed up your uncle’s features, “thank you, sweetie.”

Half yanking his husband out of the door, Walter offered you one last wave, “bye, Y/n!” before the solid door slammed shut behind them.

Bending down, you put the last one of the wide and clean bowls away on the bottom shelf of the metal storage system in the corner of the kitchen.

The skirt of your dress swooshed gently around your legs as you straightened back up, like a summer breeze, fluttering against your skin. Reaching for a clean cloth, you briefly ran it under the tap before wiping down the aftermath beside the sink following your dance with the dishes. One of the tiny puddles of splashed water soaked your apron as you leaned over the steel table to reach deeper, turning it a darker shade of brown right over your belly button.

Just then, from out of nowhere, “hi,” the voice of your neighbour echoed throughout the kitchen, thoroughly startling you and causing the rag to drop from your grasp.

“Ah!” you jumped, haven not even heard the back door creak open, “Matthew!” pressing a soothing palm to your chest as you spun around, a light giggle flowed from your lips, “oh my god, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry,” he chuckled, leisurely leaning against the far counter close to the back exit.

You already knew he’d be out on patrol tonight, but actually seeing him stand there before you was something else entirely. The black suit clung tight to his physic, and now that grave injuries no longer distracted and adorned his visage, the vision of the obsidian vigilante that stood in front of you proficiently provided you with a sinful shiver that trickled down your spine.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, attempting to brush off the tingle that bloomed between your thighs.

A bold smirk bloomed on his lips, visible below the dark mask, as he slowly stepped closer to you, “it’s a slow night,” gently tugging his gloves off and tossing them to the table he passed, an action you didn’t expect to find as seductive as you evidently did, goosebumps now blossoming all along your arms.

“A slow night, huh?” you chuckled, tilting your chin as he neared.

“And I was in the area,” he cocked his head as his hands settled on either side of your frame, leaning against the counter behind you.

“How convenient,” you smiled, his light-hearted explanations not convincing you in the slightest. Matt’s fingers then found your chin, tilting it further up as he bent down to brush his lips against your own. Your knees nearly buckled as you felt yourself swiftly sink into the intoxicating sensation, your arms gliding up and over the black fabric that hugged him, till they were locked around his neck. As the peck blossomed into something much more ravenous, a soft laugh began to billow out of you, “Mr. Murdock,” you tilted your head back as his lips began to flutter down your neck, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you came over here to seduce me.”

Mirroring your own chuckle, he playfully tested, “and what if I am, huh?”

“Wait, really?” you giggled, your hands seized each side of his face and pulled him back a bit as his hot mouth worked wonders at making you lose your train of thought, “you sure you weren’t just hungry or something?”

“Hm,” his palms slid up to cup over yours as he cheekily said, “something, yeah…” peeling your fingers off of his stubbly cheeks, he placed a few pecks in your open palms, “I would fucking love a taste of something sweet.”

Tearing your gaze away from his onyx visage, you briefly cast a glance around the space, “uhm, I don’t really know what’s left over from today, but there might be someth–”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not the kinda treat I was thinking of,” he smirked brightly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you in closer to his warmth as his fingers sneaked under the apron’s knot.

Finally reading his obvious subtext, “o-oh,” you couldn’t help but giggle as he then leaned down to kiss you again, swallowing your laugh till it melted away into a low moan that vibrated against his lavish tongue.

Scrambling closer, you damn nearly climbed him like a tree with how desperately you clawed at his mass. When his touch slid further down your frame and curved around your ass, he briefly offered you a squeeze that you swore soared all the way to the sensitive nerve endings in your throbbing clit, before he scooped you up and sat you down on the steel countertop. As he slotted his width in between your parted thighs, his teeth playfully caught your bottom lip.

Fluttering your fingers further up, you cupped the sides of his face as the heated make-out slowly began to ease. The tips of your touch grazed the bottom of his black mask as you gently pulled back.

Blinking back at him through your lashes, your digits ghosted over the material as you uttered, “…can I take this off?”

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he softly nodded, “mhm,” and let you peel the charcoal mask off of him. Letting it drop to the table right beside where you sat, you gazed back at him for a moment, his chocolate eyes gently crinkled up in bliss as you briefly traced a light caress over a few of his newly revealed features before you sealed your lips with his once more.

Undoubtedly, your panties must have clung to your core at this point from how soaked they felt.

Abruptly, Matt’s soft lips suddenly strayed from yours. Fluttering your gaze open, a giggle bubbled out of your lungs as you saw him slowly sink down to the tile floor beneath you.

“Matty,” you beamed, your touch straying from his cheek as he settled down on his knees.

Slowly raising a sliver of your hemline up to your knees, his lips grazed against your shin and leisurely roamed further north.

Burying your fingers in the fabric of your dress, you gently began to hike it up till it, and the brown apron, bunched above your hips.

Your breathing was ragged, and your mouth hung agape when his kisses neared your centre. One of his warm palms stayed planted on your inner thigh after he’d split your legs further to grant himself better access as you sat there, nearly dangling on the edge.

A shiver ran through you when he placed a brief kiss to the soaked spot soddening your underwear, before his reach extended and hooked the cotton to the side, a sting of your slick clung momentarily to the fabric before snapping back against your core.

“Fuck,” he let out a gravelly groan and you felt his breath tickle your cunt before his hand, the one not clutching your soaked panties, curled around your frame and tugged you towards him, closing the minuscule distance between his zealous mouth and your glistening centre.

Parting your petals with dizzying laps, Matt let out a moan as he made out with your pussy, the tickling vibrations caused your thighs to tremble beside his head.

“God…” spellbound, he pulled back for but a second, “your pussy tastes like fucking heaven,” before he tilted his chin and enraptured your clit, fervently sucking down on it in a way that made your eyes roll in your skull.

“Oh my god, I–, I–…” you panted, sensing yourself race towards the finish line, but even with how incredible his tongue made you feel, deep down within you rumbled a feral feeling for more. As your pelvis bucked lightly against his efforts, you gasped, “Matt… get up…” unsure if you’d ever felt so empty in your entire life, “get up right fucking now.” When he rose, the lower part of his face glinting with your want, he didn’t get a chance to say anything before you yanked him by his shirt and crashed your lips against his. With the intoxicating taste of yourself lingering on your mouth, your heavy breath fanned across his face as you desperately uttered, “in the corner behind you, on the hook beside where my coat is, my bag, the little front pocket.”

Breathlessly, his expression fogged up in soft puzzlement, “what?”

“I went to the drugstore earlier,” you said, hoping that you wouldn’t have to spell it out for him.

It actually took him a second for him to realise what you were talking about, “oh,” as if he hadn’t hoped or expected anything more than what you’d just let him do. Crossing the room in mere moments, a playful chuckle rumbled from his chest as he fished out the box of condoms, “this is a big pack… were you planning on seducing me?”

Rolling your eyes, you giggled, “oh, shut up and get back here.”

As soon as he was back in your reach, your fingers began to fiddle with his belt, impatiently freeing him as you virtually drooled seeing the imprint of his cock strain against the dark fabric of his pants.

“Put it on, please, please, I wanna feel you so bad,” you begged as he ripped the foil packet open.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, please,” your hungry eyes were glued to his breath-taking fist as he offered himself a brief pump before he hastily rolled the condom on, “Matt, if you don’t fuck me right now then I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

Sighs flowed from the both of you in unison when Matt sank into your drooling cunt. You almost felt drunk, that’s how wound up you’d gotten.

“Oh, you feel so fucking good,” Matt exhaled, letting his forehead melt against your own as he rolled his hips, getting impossibly deep before drawing back a bit and finding a rhythm that caused your legs to be like crickets, shakily rubbing against either side of his frame as fucked you, “sweetheart–, christ… you’re about to cum, aren’t you?” his lips tilted up into a smirk.

“D-don’t you dare stop,” you panted, clawing needily against his torso.

“I won’t, I promise,” he then sank a hand down between your frames to tickle your puffy pearl, “I could do this all day, baby.”

You collapsed back on your elbows when your pussy fluttered around him and a lewd cry accompanied the high.

Panting against the cool table, you hazily blinked up at him as he then uttered in the deepest sincerity.

“God, I'm crazy about you, Y/n,” his expression was soft and dreamlike, “you know that?”

Your eyes went wide a moment, entirely forgetting how to fill your aching lungs, “really?” you then regained control rather gracelessly as you nearly coughed, “sorry... I forgot how to breathe for a second there,” the grin that bloomed on your lips nearly hurt.

Snatching one of your hands up in his, he weaved his fingers with your own, “you okay?”

“Yeah… I’m amazing…” you gazed up at him, “I’m also completely and utterly wild about you,” you then tugged on his hand, drawing him down enough for your lips to graze against his.

His hips instinctively rolled as your tongue flicked across his own, grinding briefly into your sensitivity before he noticed and went back to being completely still within you.

But when your sloppy kiss then parted, you tilted your own hips a bit, slowly fucking yourself shallowly on his cock. As he gently offered you a tender thrust, gradually pulling out of your clinging cunt just a tad, you glanced down between the shy space betwixt you and spotted the ring of your cream that stained the base of his dick.

“Fucking hell,” you whimpered as he straightened his spine back out and brought the back of your palm up to his lips, “I don’t get how I bounce back so quickly with you. It’s like you just have to smile and then I’m just–, oh my god!” you moaned as he changed his angle, brushing directly against a spot that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Oh, you like that? Right there?” he repeated the same lavish motion.

“Y-yes–,” with your interlocked fingers, he then pulled you back up to a sitting position, the shift leaving you breathless, “fuck. You feel so good right now,” his hand let go of yours as it then snaked around your back, his burly forearm supporting your spine as the fingers reached up to weave within your hair, gently scraping his short nails over the nape of your neck.

Drawing you in even closer, your chest pressed against his as he kissed your cheek sweetly while he kept his pace meticulous and precise.

Hugging onto his broad shoulders, your head dropped down to rest against one of them as you then muttered, “harder,” your gaze hazy on the kitchen behind him before your eyes fluttered shut. When he then snapped his hips forward a little more electrically, you weakly repeated in his ear, “harder.”

Slamming into your needy cunt so fiercely that the sound of your skin colliding echoed off the tile walls and a bit of drool began to stain his dark shirt as your cheek stayed smooshed against his width.

“That it?” he growled silkily, “huh?” but when you couldn’t form any coherent words within the mess of moans that flowed from your lips, you didn’t have to see his face to know the grin that bloomed on his face, “aw, it’s alright, sweetheart,” his grip tightened in your hair, “you’re doing so good for me,” tugging intoxicatingly right at the roots, “just relax… that’s it… good girl…”

Keeping his pace rough, he lavishly slid out of you till just his bulbous tip plugged you up, before ramming his cock back in so feverishly that you could scarcely breathe at all, just tremble in his embrace, listening to the pure filth that he murmured in your ear, till you both tumbled over the edge.

With his spent girth nuzzled against your tender pussy, faint hums of contentment flowed from your lungs as Matt gently stroked your hair, his other arm wrapped around you as well as he kept your sluggish frame close to his long after you’d both regained your breaths.

As your fingers disappeared below his neckline and softly rubbed against the warm skin, your voice eventually found his ear, “okay, so I know that you didn’t come in here for a late-night snack,” the corners of your lips tilted upwards, “but now I’m kinda hungry.”

With a gentle chuckle rumbling within his chest, he briskly tugged himself away and untangled himself from you, “one second,” his lips pressed against your hairline before you saw him turn around and wander out of the kitchen.

As you watched him disappear into the front of the bakery, you tugged your panties back over your mess and pushed your dress back down, “oh, I'm not sure if there’s anything left out there–”

“Do you want a raisin bun or a very seedy one?” he asked and your brows flew up as you still hadn’t gotten used to how perceptive his heightened senses let him be.

“Oh, uhm,” you blinked, completely blown away, “raisin.”

Appearing before you once more, he handed you the speckled bun, “here.”

Smiling adoringly back at him, “thank you,” you sank your teeth into the pillowy treat before offering him a small bite, which he gladly accepted as a tender laugh rolled out of him. When you had consumed the sweet bun, a soft yawn promptly flowed out of you, “fuck,” his palms were warm at your waist as your arms briefly curled up beside your head, “I can’t wait to get back home and sleep.”

“How much do you have left to do till you can lock up?”

“Not too much,” your hands dropped back down and rested atop of his for a moment, “how about you? How long do you think you’ll be out there?”

“Probably not too much longer either,” his head tilted gently before he leaned back in.

“Alright,” you smiled, tenderly pressing your lips to his before he snatched up the discarded mask and tugged it back over his features. As his feet began to carry him towards the exit, he paused as soon as you said, “hey Matt?”

“Yeah?” the vigilante twisted back to face you.

A bubble of nerves suddenly fluttered in your belly as you uttered, “when you get back tonight, could you maybe–, uhm… or maybe I could–…”

Swiftly getting at what you were trying to convey, Matt simply marched right back to where you sat and pulled you in for a kiss. Cradling your cheeks a moment longer as he slowly pulled back, he smiled, “there’s a spare key to my place behind the radiator in the hallway.”

Gazing back at him, you uttered, “okay,” feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

“I'll try not to get home too late,” he breathed, pressing his lips to yours one last time before he backed up again.

Calling after him, “be safe!” he stopped on the threshold of the back door for a second, silhouetted by the dark city as he flashed you a grin before he disappeared into the night, leaving you in the bakery alone, feet dangling off the table as a bright smile tenaciously lit up your face.

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. . . late night devil (put your hands on me)

and never, never, never ever let go.

pairing: matthew murdock x fem!reader

summary: matthew murdock was an enigma. how could someone love you so dearly yet shatter your very soul?

warnings: mostly angst with smut sprinkled in, slight toxicity in the relationship(?), matt thinks sex will make up for everything ):

you weren’t sure why you had let him back in.

maybe it was the way he made you feel safe, like you were bulletproof whenever he was by your side. he was so attentive in that way, always knowing just what to say to satiate that hesitant, unsure voice ringing in the back of your head. he kept things quiet, made the bad thoughts go away just by smiling wife enough you could see it go up to his eyes, crinkling on either side of the chestnut brown irises that flecked with gold whenever the sun hit them just right.

it could be the way his words made you feel like you were absolutely, irrevocably made for him and him alone. he could sing sonnets so easily. he’d hold you close, voice just a whisper in your ear, and you swore he’d hear the metaphorical butterflies in your stomach eventually. he’d tease you on the way your heart fluttered with every praise and announcement of his love. you knew he loved you. that much was evident by the way he’d hold you so closely, like he thought you’d disappear if he let up even just a little. your reassurances did little to soothe the pain in his heart. he knew he wouldn’t have you forever. the murdock luck simply wouldn’t allow it.

it killed you to see him come back all bruised and battered, bruises painted across ivory skin. he was breakable, could be taken away from you just like that. you’d only ever breakdown after he was blocks away, all patched up and ready to go. the sobs you would let out echoed in his mind, reverberating throughout his very being. it haunted him at night knowing he was the one who caused you so much grief.

matt just couldn’t help himself.

his heart felt fuller each time you welcomed him back with open arms. he’d like to think he makes up for the sorrow every now and again. his penance, if you will.

he treated you like an alter. matt would repent, spending hours between your legs, strong arms wrapped around your thighs as he took you apart with his lips and tongue. he would devote himself to you entirely. there was nothing else — just you and him.

the way he had you calling his name so loudly, wantonly was so sinful. matt would beg for your forgiveness in his own way. he’d have you seeing stars, the feeling of his fingers buried deep in your heat so prominent you were sure you’d be absolutely ruined for anyone else.

matthew murdock was a devil disguised as an angel, and you were his saving grace.

he’d atone for his sins and consecrate everything he had to devote himself to you entirely. with every plea and desperate cry of his name, he’d fall harder.

you let him back in because you were no better than he was. you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

for the pain and turmoil the devil of hell’s kitchen caused you, matthew, your matthew, would make up for it. caged between his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, foreheads touching as you both sanctified your love for each other.

and as you watched him stumble into your bedroom, pitifully dropping to his knees before you, all of the anger and pain and resentment washed away.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

you’d let him press his face into your stomach, kevlar-bladder arms holding you close. you weren’t going to disappear. how could you? you both needed each other more than anything in the world. nothing else could suffice — hell, nothing else could even come close.

“i know you are, matthew.”

the tears didn’t take long to crest down your cheeks, the corners of your lips turned upwards into a sad, saccharine smile.

“let me make it up to you. let-let me show you how much you mean to me.”

the mask came off, the red horns and devilish eyes thrown across the room. there he was. your matthew.

“okay.”

you could never let go.

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writingdumpster · 2 years

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on the edge

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, fingering, praise kink, edging, vibrator use, bondage, p in v

word count: 2,700

summary: soft dom!Matt wants to edge you. fluffy porn, no plot.

You had gotten Matt to confess to the secret kink you could tell he’d been hiding.

He wanted to edge you.

That’s how you ended up with your hands tied to the headboard above you with Matt kneeling between your legs minutes after he got home from work.

“You’re sure about this, sweetheart?” Matt asked. “100%?”

“Yes, Matty,” you said.

“You promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop?” He pressed. You smiled at his sweetness.

“I promise,” you told him.

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk.

Without any warning Matt shoved his tongue into you pulling a wild gasp from you. He lapped at your hole, drinking up the wetness that he’d already caused before he’d even touched you.

“You taste so good, sweetheart. If I couldn’t have you anymore I’d die,” Matt called when he pulled away to take a breath. Before you could say anything his mouth was on you again, lips latched around your clit. He was sucking harshly and you were seeing stars when he slipped his ring finger into you.

“Oh, fuck, Matty!” You cried. Matt felt you flexing around his finger. You were close, about to fall over the precipice when Matt pulled away from you entirely. “No! No, Matt, please!” Matt chuckled darkly.

“Already begging?” He taunted. “It’s gonna be a long night for you.” You whimpered and moved your hips up towards him in desperation. Matt smirked. He pinned your thighs down to the mattress, pressing kisses to the soft flesh on the inside of them. He leaned towards you, blowing cool air over your clit. You let out a pathetic whimper.

“Please, Matt. Don’t tease. It’s already too much,” you whined.

“You love my teasing,” Matt murmured. He used his hands to spread you open and pressed an innocent kiss to your clit. You whined in disapproval and tried to thrust your hips upwards but Matt had you pinned down firmly. “Be good,” he said firmly. You sighed and relaxed back into the mattress.

“Please keep going, Matty. I want more,” you whined. Matt smirked. He leaned down and began flicking his tongue against your clit with the speed of a god. It only took him a few minutes before he had you on the edge again.

“Matt, please!” You cried when he pulled away.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Being so good for me,” he praised.

“I want to come, Matty,” you whined.

“You can do more, can’t you, sweetheart? For me?” You let out a little whimper of disapproval but nodded.

“Okay,” you agreed. Matt grinned widely.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so good for me, always so nice.” He leaned down towards your cunt again, working his tongue against you until he had you writhing against the mattress.

“How many times was that?” Matt asked as he leaned away.

“Three,” you whimpered. He ran his hands over your thighs lovingly.

“Hmmm.” He gave your thighs a squeeze. “You can take more,” he said.

“Not with your mouth, Matty,” you whined. “I can’t do anymore with your mouth.” Matt smirked. He pressed a kiss to your thigh.

“Okay, princess,” he agreed. He leaned away. “But don’t complain about what I give you next.” You watched as Matt climbed off the mattress and walked towards his dresser. Your heart dropped when you realized what he was doing.

“No, Matt! I can’t!” You shouted across the room. Matt pulled out the pink vibrator he’d bought for your last birthday. It was almost more of a gift to him than you. It was a small device that fit in Matt’s hand and was designed to suck at your clit.

“You can, sweetheart,” he soothed.

“Uh-uh,” you grunted in disapproval and shook your head. Matt kept walking over to you. You had pushed your knees tight together and tucked them into your chest. He got onto his knees on the mattress. He reached out with his free hand and ran it along your calf.

“C’mon, princess,” Matt called. “Open those legs for me. You can do more.” You let out a little whine.

“Can I just come once, Matt? And then you can keep going after that?” You begged. Matt chuckled darkly.

“That would be cheating, sweetheart,” he said. He gave your calf a squeeze. “Now open your legs.” You gave a small whine of disapproval but spread your legs again. Matt smiled softly. “My good girl,” he cooed. He clicked on the vibrator. “You ready, princess?”

“Yes,” you whimpered quietly. Matt pushed the head down around your clit. “Ahh!” You cried immediately. You pulled against the ropes around your wrists as he worked the vibrator against you. You let out a little whimper when he turned the setting up one level.

“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Matt called. You nodded your head.

“Yes, Matty,” you murmured. Matt clicked the vibrator to a new setting that pulsed around your clit and you yelped like you’d been hit. You threw your hips into the air, knocking his hands away.

Matt was quick to fix that. He grabbed your knees pushing them apart and pinning your thighs open with his knees as he kneeled between your legs.

“You’ve got to stay still, sweetheart,” he chided.

“I’m sorry, Matty,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I know you’re doing your best.”

“Can I have your cock now?” You asked sweetly. Matt smiled at you gently, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“One more with the vibrator,” he said. You whined disapprovingly.

“Only one, Matty. Cross your heart.” Matt chuckled. He raised his hand to his chest and drew an ‘X’ over his heart.

“Only one more with the vibrator,” he repeated. You nodded in approval and relaxed back into the mattress. Matt leaned down over your body to kiss you tenderly. You hummed happily as he pulled away. The softness helped you recover from the relentless edging.

He pushed the head of the vibrator over your clit and you immediately yelped in pleasure. Matt held your legs open with his free hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth of the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You were a whimpering mess and tears were springing to the corners of your eyes. Matt noticed and reached up and wiped away the tears.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So, so good,” Matt cooed. You let out a small cry of pleasure in response, unable to form words. Matt clicked around on the vibrator till it hit your favorite setting. It alternated from pulsing quickly and buzzing at the highest setting. You found yourself on the edge once more and Matt clicked off the vibrator. You knew it was coming, but it still pulled a disappointed groan from you as you let your body relax again.

“Please, please, please Matt. I need your cock now,” you whined as Matt set the vibrator on the bedside table.

“You beg so pretty for me, sweet girl,” Matt cooed. “So desperate, so needy.”

“It hurts, Matty!” You whined. “I need to come!”

“You’re alright. You can handle one more edge, sweetheart,” Matt soothed.

“You promised!” You cried in protest.

“I said one more time with the vibrator,” he said. “One last time on my cock and then I’ll let you come, baby. I promise,” he finished. You whined.

“Will you untie me? I want to touch you,” you said. Matt smiled down at you softly.

“Sure, baby. I’ll untie you,” He crawled up the bed and kneeled at your head. He carefully undid the silk ropes around your wrists and lifted your hands. He kissed your wrists lightly before letting you go. He settled back over the top of you. You reached up and ran your hands along Matt’s chest.

“Please, Matt,” you whined. “Need you so bad. Please give me your cock,”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. You can have me now,” Matt assured you. He balanced on his left forearm as he reached down to take his cock in his hand and line it up with your cunt. He slid into you slowly but smoothly. You were soaked after all of the times Matt denied you and there wasn’t any need for lube. He began moving his hips slowly, letting you grow accustomed to having him inside you. You were moaning wildly, touching every part of his body that your hands could find when he wrapped his arms around your back and flipped you over so you were on top.

“Matt?” You questioned. He shifted you so you were straddling him better.

“You can ride me, princess. But you still can’t come yet,” Matt told you. You smiled widely at him and began moving your hips quickly against him. He chuckled lightly. You were bouncing on him quickly, pulling little noises from yourself with each rise and fall of your hips. Matt was basking in the feeling of you wrapped around him. He could feel you tightening around him, fluttering around his cock and he grabbed your hips, pulling you off of his dick and moving you down to the mattress beside him.

“No, Matt!” You sobbed. You were shaking from the overstimulation in desperate need of release. Matt climbed back on top of you and began pressing small kisses all over your face.

“Last one, princess. You can come this time now,” he said. You gave a hum of approval.

“Do you love me, Matty?” You asked in a sugary sweet voice. One that said you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Love so many things about you,” he said. You felt his cock prodding against your drenched opening.

“Like what, Matty? Tell me,” your voice was shaky. You were so spent from the edging that you couldn’t keep it steady. Matt smiled down at you. He started to push into you.

“I love the way you sing along to my records. Even the ones you don’t know,” he said. His cock slid deep inside you till he was buried completely in your pussy, prodding into your cervix. Your moan was too sinful for a Catholic to hear, but Matt relished the sound of it.

“What else?” You moaned.

“Trade me,” Matt said as he began pulling out. You were flexing around him, trying to pull him in. “I tell you what I love about you…” Matt leaned down and kissed your nose. “And you tell me what you love about me.” You smiled as your hands ran along Matt’s body, grabbing onto his ass.

“I love the sound of your voice,” you said.

“I love the sound of your voice,” Matt replied. He took a slow but steady rhythm pulling in and out of you. He wanted to extend his time inside you after edging you for so long. He had been aching for you after seeing you come to the edge so many times. Now he wanted to make this last.

“I love the way you kiss me,” you said. Matt chuckled.

“Is that one a request?” He asked.

“No, but I would never object,” you replied with a smile. Matt leaned down and kissed you. It took your breath away, the way every one of his kisses did. His hand moved up to your neck, thumb running along your jaw. When he pulled away you were in a haze of affection.

“I love taking care of you,” Matt said. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his hips as he moved, heels digging into his ass as your hands went to run over his back. You felt the scars there, running your fingers along them gently and sending a shiver down Matt’s spine.

“I love how you make me feel safe,” you said into Matt’s neck. Matt grunted as he sped up ever so slightly.

“I love your cooking,” he told you. He kissed your chest.

“I love your eyes,” you said.

“You love a blind man’s eyes?” He asked with a light laugh.

“Mmhmm. They look like dirt,” you said with a mischievous grin. Matt stilled his hips as he laughed.

“Thanks for the compliment, sweetheart,” he said before leaning down to kiss you chastely. He took a faster rhythm with his hips when he began moving again. “I love the feel of your skin,” Matt told you.

“I love how you make me laugh,” you whimpered. Matt sped up his hips, thrusting into you in a fast and steady pattern. Your wetness was squelching around his cock as he fucked into you. You were creaming on his cock as he rolled his hips. Your cum dripped down past your asshole and onto the mattress, leaving a small wet spot.

“I love—fuck, sweetheart,” Matt grunted. “Do you hear that?” He asked.

“Hear what?” You questioned, too delirious from the overstimulation to be sure about what Matt was talking about. He slowed the movement of his hips.

“Listen,” Matt instructed you. He pushed into slowly so you could hear the slosh of your cunt around his dick. “You’re fucking soaked for me, baby. Sounds so hot.” You let out a little moan in agreement. Matt quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts again. You dug your nails into his back as your cunt pulsed around his hard cock.

“Can’t take much more, Matt. Need you to come,” you whimpered.

“You can come now, honey. I’m almost there,” he said.

“No, want to come with you,” you whined. Matt smiled against your neck as he rolled his hips in and out of you again and again.

“You’re perfect,” Matt murmured. He pushed away from your body. His hips began to hit you at a deeper angle and both of you moaned loudly. Matt reached down to your clit and began rubbing his thumb over it.

“Ahh! Ahh! Matt!” You cried. Your cunt tightened around Matt’s cock and he moaned loudly.

“Let go, honey. I’m gonna come,” he told you. You screamed in pleasure. Your back arched away from the mattress as your orgasm overtook you.

“Oh my god, Matt!” You moaned. Your pussy pulsed and flexed uncontrollably around Matt’s thick cock. He moaned back at you as he pushed himself as deep inside you as he could.

“Fuck, baby!” He groaned as his cock began spurting out his seed inside you. He was so deep that had it not been for your birth control you surely would’ve gotten pregnant. You were still coming, eyes rolled back in your head as hot pleasure ran through your nether regions. Matt’s hand was still moving against your clit. Tears were falling freely from your eyes as you came and the noises from your mouth were indistinguishable. You reached down and grabbed Matt’s hand as you started regaining control over your body.

“Too much,” you muttered. Matt pulled his hand away. He kissed your forehead as you caught your breath.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised. He pulled out of you slowly. He reached down with his fingers to guard your hole as his cum began to drip out of you. He caught it and pushed it back into you. You let out a small whimper at the sensation. “Good girl,” he muttered. “Keep that in there for me.” You ran your fingers along Matt’s chest.

“I’m tired, Matty,” you mewled. Matt smiled.

“I’m not surprised, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t make us dinner yet,” you muttered.

“Take a nap, baby. I’ll cook for us,” Matt said.

“You said you loved my cooking,” you said. He smiled.

“I do. But I also said I love taking care of you.” You hummed. Matt sat up from the mattress. He leaned down to kiss you chastely before rising from the bed.

“Love you, Matty,” you whispered as he slid his door closed. Without his super hearing he never would have heard it. Not that he needed to. He knew how much you loved him and you knew how much he loved you. You still loved to tell each other, but you never had to wonder.

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Allison Blake and Matthew Murdock started on a tenuous foot, well rather, they started on a hate-filled, bitter, incredibly petty foot. Academic rivals in college turned unlikely friends, turned far more. Allison worked her ass off to become assistant district attorney of the Manhattan DA's office, she has a seemingly perfect life, everything she's ever wanted, until an old unfairly attractive foe, walks back into her life and breaks her heart all over again. Matt and Allison navigate a messy tangled web of lies and undeclared love with witty repartee and never-ending rivalry.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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THE BAKERY- M. MURDOCK

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Baker! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: you and your favourite customer become rather close, and things become a little heated after hours. matt wants the sweetest treat of them all, and who are you to deny him?

Warnings: SMUT, major praise kink, pet names, teasing, marking, posieve kink, slight degradation kink, matt rips readers pant in half cause... he’s needy like that, swearing, mentions of masterbation, spanking, slight voyeruism kink, sir kink, a lot of soft, fluffy matt<33

Notes: “cream on top, i’m bout to prove it- pack it, box it, flip it top it”- the bakery, melanie martinez

He always sat in the corner.

At the little table, meant for two- with its rickety old wooden chairs that creaked whenever anyone moved a muscle. He was never with anyone though, if he was- they were a ghost opposite to him.

Every day the mystery man would come in, charming as ever with his pressed suit and loosened tie, voice as smooth as the silky strands of caramel in his hair that was highlighted in the sunlight that filtered through the windows.

Just a medium coffee, two cream please angel.

His order never changed.

He’d give you a soft smile as he’d take his coffee, walking over to greet the delicate peonies in the vase next to the salt and pepper shakers. You were intrigued by the man, with his handsome face, and charming persona.

He was polite, gentle and timid. Always holding the door open for others, always tipping you more than you had ever dreamed of.

You watched the hands on the clock tick by as the time passed, waiting for it to be five pm.

That was when the mystery man would come in. That was when your day would be made.

You scribbled a little heart on your notepad, leaning against the counter as the clock moved slower with each passing second. You couldn't help but get a race of butterflies in your chest as you looked out the window, watching the man walk past, making his way inside.

The bell chimed gently as his footsteps thudded against the old wooden floors, and you saw him take a deep breath of air, smelling of cinnamon and vanilla. A gentle smile lingered on his face as he walked over, the tap of his cane matching the thudding of your heartbeat as he neared. “Just a-”

“Medium coffee, two cream?’ you finished for him, the sound of his soft laughter bringing a heat to your cheeks. “Yes please angel. And.. is that cinnamon buns?” he asked, head tilting towards the glass display which just so happened to be filled to the brim with sticky buns.

“Just made them fresh this morning.” you replied, watching as he drummed his fingers against the counter, to a melody only he knew. “I’ll take one angel.”

“Feeling adventurous today sir?” you teased, grabbing a little white plate to place his treat on. “You can say that. And please, call me Matt angel.” he smiled, sliding you a bill over the counter.

More than enough.

“Keep the change sweetheart.” he nodded, making his way over to the place he always sat. Keeping your composure while making his coffee was growing more difficult by the second, your palms becoming sweaty, cheeks flushed as you peered over at him from your little workshop behind the bar.

He looked like a celestial being, the sunlight illuminating behind him like a halo as he sat down, large hands running through his hair to give the strands a gentle tug.

Maybe he was a god; you thought as you brushed your hands the flour-covered apron you wore, grabbing his items to shuffle through the little gate that separated Matt from you, to bring him his goods.

Your heartbeat thudded louder with each step you took towards him, his saccharine aura intoxicating, drawing you to him like a moth to a flame. “Thank you angel.” he hummed gently as the glassware was placed on the table, your hands now empty, fidgeting with one another as you rung them out.

“Anything else I can get you si- Matt?” you caught your slip up quickly, much preferring the way his name rolled off your tongue. Smooth as the icing coated across his sticky bun, and equally as sweet.

“A promise.” he smiled, making your eyebrows raise in confusion. “A promise?”

“Yes, a promise. Promise me you’ll go easy on yourself- okay angel? I can tell how hard you work, just… be gentle.”

You were confused, but intrigued on how he could tell how tired you were. How much your body ached, from the stress and burdens you carried on your shoulders- a weight never leaving. You wondered if his presence remained with you at four in the morning when you were kneading dough in the kitchen, or preparing to ice for the dozens of cakes you had made for that day.

You liked how he knew. You liked how he cared.

“Yes sir.” you nodded, hands playing the little silver charm bracelet at your wrist, jangling slightly. “Good girl.”

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Good girl.

Those words echoed through your head, a melody bouncing off each little bookshelf of your memory, his voice clear as day as it lingered between the pages of your recollections.

Those words gave you some form of courage, a pep in your step each time you saw Matt. Instead of the quiet, shy person you had trained and coached yourself to be, especially in the service industry, you talked.

You talked, and talked, and talked.

It had taken some encouragement from Matt, some sentence starters to get you going, but once you started, you didn’t stop. There were no brakes, the gas never burning out as you’d wave your hands around, engrossed in conversation.

He loved it. More than anything he loved it.

How comfortable and safe you felt with him, how open you had allowed yourself to be. You were vulnerable- yes, but there was no one else you'd want to be vulnerable with.

Little conversations about the weather at the counter had turned into sharing scones after closing, your soft voice reading him whichever book you were carrying in your tote that day. It became a ritual, one you had never wanted to stop, something that had kept you cleansed and pure.

It was rainy out tonight, the water droplets trickling down the glass as you pulled the blinds down, hiding the pair of you from the outside world. It was quiet after closing, almost as if the street knew the two of you liked your peace.

You had shut off the outside lights, the signs featuring specials new set against one of many bookshelves near the front entrance. Matt remained in his spot, legs crossed as he slung his feet up upon the table, listening to the sounds of the spray bottle as you cleaned off the tables.

He smiled at the quiet little melody you hummed, a tune to keep you busy as you wiped. You sighed, setting down the bottle and rag with a thump, your hands leaning on the table.

You ached.

Each bone and tendon was screaming at you, sore from the constant flow of people that you had you on your toes since the early morning. “What's wrong angel?” he broke the comfortable silence, sensing your discomfort. You shrugged.

“M’just tired Matty. Long day.” you sighed, feeling the wariness overtake your body. He frowned, knuckles cracking as he shrugged his feet off their kickstand, making his way over to you slowly.

“D’remember what I told you a few months ago?” he asked, making his way behind you, large body towering over you as he breathed you in subtly.

Took in the sweet, sickly scent of your vanilla perfume, rose-scented shampoo that drove him wild every time he smelt it, giving him a hard-on in his pants like a teenage boy. The sugars and spices from the baked goods still lingered on your apron, coating you like a second skin even though you had now shrugged it off, the fabric thrown on one of the many tables around you.

“You’ve told me many things, Matty.” You giggled, making him laugh. “Silly girl. What's one of the first things I told you?”

“To be gentle to myself.” He nodded, hand coming up to tuck your hair over your one shoulder, fingers running through the soft untangled strands with ease.

“So why aren't you bring gentle to yourself now- hmm? You're too hard on yourself.” he was right.

He was right, and you knew it.

“I just.. don't wanna make anyone upset with me I guess.” you confessed, breath quickening as his hands wandered down to plant themselves on your sides, stroking you soothingly.

“Oh, angel. No one’s upset with you. You work so, so hard and you make so many people happy. You just need to breathe.” he cooed.

Breathe. Breathe.

You nodded, taking a deep breath in, the air refreshing as it filled your lungs, clearing your head. “Att girl. Deep breathes.” he encouraged, feeling the way your chest would rise and fall with each inhale and exhale, hearing the soft whoosh of air as it entered your nose, leaving through your mouth.

But things started to change, once his hands wandered. Ever so slightly, they differed.

Your heartbeat thudded quicker, blood rushing to it like a freight train as his fingers stroked your stomach. Cheeks burning with heat, your breaths becoming shallow and uneven instead of the calm, steadiness he had asked of you. Matt could feel your toes curl in your shoes, could smell the arousal coating those lace panties you wore underneath.

It made him primal with need, a hunger he needed satisfied. He craved you like a drug, the slick of your thighs smelling as delectable as the cherry pies you had baked this morning.

But he needed you to tell him yes. Needed to make sure you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“What's the matter now sweetheart?”

You gulped.

It didn't go unnoticed by him. Nothing did.

“N-nothing Matty.” Your voice was shaky as his hand continued its circles, nearing closer and closer to the spot you needed him most.

“Really? I can hear the way your hearts beating, the way your breaths are shallow. Can smell the sweet, sweet juices dripping down your thigh angels- making a mess of your panties. I’d say someones a little flustered.” he smirked, his breath warm against the flush of your neck- making you shiver.

“Just flustered.” you whispered, grip tightening on the table so hard you feared you'd break a nail. It was becoming harder and harder to contain yourself, thighs rubbing together for a sense of friction on their own accord.

A little whimper slipped past your lips as his tongue licked the shell of your ear, fingers pressing down on your throbbing cunt through your tights. You tried to swallow it down- you really did. But with the way this man was making you feel, the way he had you melting in his hands like honey… you couldn't hold back any longer.

You needed him, and you needed him now.

“Tell me you want this angel. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Because God angel-” he hissed, your whisper of a moan sending the blood rushing straight to his cock, desperate to escape the confines of his suit pants.

“Want you sir. N-need you to help me so bad.” you gasped, arms becoming weaker and weaker the more his teeth grazed your neck, a wolf on the hunt for its prey- desperate to sink its teeth in.

“Yeah? You need me to take the stress away- get rid of that tension?”

You nodded.

“My angel needs release so badly huh? Poor little girl.” It was so quick the air was knocked from your limbs as he pressed you down on the flat wooden surface, a moan leaving yoru lips at the sudden roughness.

“Been aching for you Matty- touchin myself to the thought of you.” you gushed, the sound of his belt jangling making your stomach churn with excitement.

“I know, you dirty girl. Can smell it on ya every single day.” he growled, smacking your ass hard enough to make you yelp out in surprise. “Such a pretty tease. You make me so god damn hard everytime I see ya- but you know that, don't you?”

You shoke your head slowly, making him chuckle, the rings on his fingers icy cold as he pressed your tilted head deeper into the table, keeping you still. “Please sir I’m-”

Ripp!

The fabric of your leggings were torn clean through the middle, air cold as it hit your exposed flesh, now stinging from his previous spanking.

“Good things come to those that wait angel. Hush.” he groaned, fingers dancing across your ass- pulling the lacey thong to the side. You thought you’d simply perish if he didnt fill you to the brim soon, the thought of his cum coating your walls making you needier by the second.

“Need you now. Now now now..” you trailed off, head growing cloudy.

“Now hmm? Betcha you're so wet I could just… slip right in.” his whispered, voice husky as he prodded at your entrance, slick with arousal. You gasped, a cry leaving your lips as your hand snake back to grab his.

He was big. Really fucking big. “Oh godd-”

“Shhh, shh angel it’s okay. You’re doing so good, breathe for me mkay?” he cooed, your grip growing tighter the more he pushed in, your walls gripping him like a vice.

“S’big..” you drawled out, tears nearly springing to your widden eyes at the intrusion, the stretch delicious- a drug you couldn't get enough of.

“ I know honey, I know its a lot to take but you're doing so good for me. Such a good girl, taking me like she’s good for. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered, squeezing your hand in reassurance as he sank deeper, the soft velvet of your walls making him grit his teeth.

You were going to make him combust like a virgin, and fuck did he like it. No woman he had ever taken to bed before was like you.

No, no one could compare to you- his perfect little angel.

“You were made for me angel. Just for me. My girl.” he whispered, voice husky and sweet as it swept you in its embrace, your little pants and moans spurring him on even more.

“Need you to fill me with cum sir, I need it so bad.” you cried out, as he was now fully seated inside you. Matt moaned at your words, the idea of his cum stuffed inside you… his fingers scooping it back into your abused hole.

“Yeah? Want me to stuff ya till your drippin? Such an adorable little cockwhore.” he cooed softly, as if the words coming out of his mouth weren't the most vulgar words you had ever heard in your entire life.

“Move. Oh god.. Please move.”

You didnt need to ask him twice. As quick as the request had left your lips, his hand remained enclasped with yours to keep you still quickly sliding out to hit back home again hard enough to jolt the table.

“Perfect pussy. S’tight, if you keep grippin me like that Y/N I swear to god-” he moaned as you sucked him back in, the squelching noises your dripping pussy made his new favorite melody.

“O-only for you s-sir.” you stuttered as he found a steady rhythm- hips snapping as he pounded into you with no mercy left to spare.

He was unhinged. And you like it a lot more than you should have.

You knew there was a darker, more rougher interior to the sweet and charming gentleman, and you were thankful you were the one who unravel it.

“Yeah that's right, only for me. It's only ever going to be for me angel, cause your mine.” His words and the brush of his cock against your g-spot had you keening, your body numb, nerves somehow burning with molten lava at the same time. It was euphoric.

“That's the spot angel? Right there?” he teased as you moaned louder, not caring if you fell for his mocking.

You didn't care about anything anymore. Just him, and the way he was making you feel. You’d do anything this man asked of you- if it meant you got to cum from his touch.

“Matt I’m- I’m gonna cum!” you cried out, orgasm licking down your spine, spreading like wildfire throughout your body. “You've been so good for me angel. Go on, cum- I’m right here with you.” he praised, words teetering you over the edge.

You came with a gasp of his name, legs shaking as you creamed on his cock, pins and needles poking the nerves through your body. It was heavenly, as beautiful as he looked when the sun lit him up like a god in the daytime lighting, a white, hazy light filling your vision as your ears buzzed.

“Oh fuck angel. God, you feel so good, so so good, so wet and warm-” he trailed off, words slurring together as he stilled, coming inside you with a grunt.

“Made such a mess for me.” he smiled, feeling the way the mixed cum trickled down your legs, its creaminess staining you like icing as it continued to dribble out of your quivering hole as he slowly shifted out of you.

“Matty- stay..” you mumbled, hissing at the sensations on your overstimulated cunt as he removed himself from you, cooing at you gently. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart I promise… just gotta clean you up-”

Buzz! Buzz!

Your phone lit up from the table you had set it down on a while back, its vibrations jolting it around the table. You groaned, the phone seeming miles away as your quivering legs attempted to carry you over.

A little chuckle came from behind you as you struggled to walk over, and you stuck your tongue out at the man. “Did you just stick your tongue out at me missy?”

“Did you just laugh at me for having a hard time standing on my own two feet?” His lip quirked up, a hint of a smile ghosting on his face, attempting to hold it off for his sake.

“Maybe. It’s cute though, you’re like a baby fawn. Maybe I’ll call you that instead- angel.”

You laughed, hand wrapping around the device, smile instantly dropping as you saw whose name popped up on the screen. Matt heard your heart skip a beat, a gasp of air get stuck in your windpipe- permanently.

“What angel? Is something wrong?”

You knawed on your lower lip, feeling the blood start to draw as you bite harder, the irony taste clouding Matt's senses as it filled his mouth.

Bucky: Forgot about security cameras, didn’t you doll? Quite a show you put on me for there.

Bucky: Come up to my office in ten. Bring Adonis too.

“Angel?” You looked up at him, worry and… something else fluttering in your stomach.

Excitement. Arousal.

“It’s my boss. He wants to see us in ten.”

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