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[callsignnova]

Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.

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happy anniversary

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt shows up late for your anniversary dinner, so you decide to teach him a lesson in waiting.

warnings: cursing, drinking, lil angst, some fluff, explicit sexual content (minors dni), blasphemy (?), little bit of sub!matty

word count: 5.9k

a/n: once again, no one asked for this. I am just once again being a selfish slut for matthew murdock. also, i'm not catholic (nor do I know that much about catholicism) so if the religious things mentioned are totally wrong or offensive, I apologize. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

The candles I had lit several hours ago were now completely liquified pools of amber. I tapped my nail against the side of my fifth glass of wine as I watched the flames dance over the melted wax, their glow casting shadows on the one and a half empty bottles of onyx glass. I could hear the faint ticking of a clock as I brought another tart taste of sangiovese to my lips. The flavor profile was sweet in comparison to my own bitterness. I tapped the corner of my phone to illuminate the lockscreen. 10:57pm. No missed calls. No voicemails. No text messages.

The apartment was silent apart from the ticking of a clock, and the crackling of the wooden wick as it burned. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend there was a fireplace in front of me. I could no longer smell the warm clove spice and toasted cranberry of the candle I had been burning all evening, or the fresh aroma of the meal that was still neatly placed on the table. I couldn’t smell anything but the lack of his presence. I wasn’t turning in for the night until he came home. I didn’t care if I had to wait until sunrise. He may escape the dangers that were waiting for him around every dark alley, but he wasn’t escaping my wrath tonight.

I heard the drawn out sound of squeaking hinges as the door to the rooftop was pulled open before carefully latching back into place. Heavy boots thudded against worn wood as they descended the staircase down into the living room, stopping just shy of the final step. Tension hung thick in the air like an ominous fog, and I waited impatiently for whatever excuse was about to tumble from his lips.

“Sweetheart.”

“Matthew.”

Even with the cowl covering most of his features, and the light cloak of darkness, I could see him wince. He knew I only called him by his full name when I was upset with him. I watched his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed thickly, bringing his gloved hands up to remove the helmet as he cautiously took the last step down into the living room. Normally the sight of his messy brown hair sticking up in odd places made me giggle and wanna run my fingers through it, but right now I wasn’t in a loving mood. His eyes blankly darted around, his head tilting to the side slightly as he gauged the scents and sounds filling the space.

“It smells amazing in here. You..you smell incredible.”

“Do you know why that is, Matthew?”

“Honey-”

“Because I took my time in the shower today. I was nearly in there for an entire hour. I am shaved and waxed beyond your wildest dreams. I am completely lathered in that raspberry iris lotion that you love so much, that you said makes my skin feel like silk. And you don’t even wanna know how much I spent on the red lace that’s under this dress. Not to mention, I also spent hours making your favorite dish, and dessert I might add, because you promised me you would be home tonight. And why did you promise that?”

“Because it’s our anniversary.”

“So you did remember. You just chose to forget.”

“It was just supposed to be a quick sweep-”

“Nothing with you is ever quick, Murdock. You promised me. I asked for one night, Matthew. One. Night.”

“Listen, tomorrow night I’ll-”

“No. Tomorrow night isn’t our anniversary. Tonight is.”

Matthew Murdock was usually able to talk and charm his way through anything. I had to admit, there were a few times it had even worked on me in the past. But I was not falling for his shit tonight. I didn’t want excuses. I didn’t want empty promises. I wanted to teach him a lesson he would never forget. 

“Please..let me make it up to you. There’s still time left of our anniversary, we can still have dinner and celebrate. Let me get changed, I’ll open a new bottle, and I’ll spend all night apologizing between your thighs.”

“Tempting. If you had been fifteen, or even thirty minutes late, but had called to let me know ahead of time you were going to be late, I might have taken you up on that offer. But right now, I don’t think you deserve my pussy, Murdock. I think..you deserve a little suffering.”

Matt’s jaw hardened at my words, and I could hear a quiet whine slip past his lips in the silence. He was usually the one in charge in our relationship, and normally I reveled in it. I loved nothing more than letting him take complete control, obeying his demands, feeling his large hands manhandle me into whatever positions he saw fit. I trusted him completely, and the reward was always overly generous. Matt was a very giving lover, so I let him take me however he wanted or needed knowing we would both reap the benefits of pleasure. But tonight, I would be the one doing the taking.

“Honey-”

“No.”

I downed the rest of my glass and set it down on the table, rising slowly from my seat and crossing the short distance to where Matt was standing. I turned to give him my back, gathering my hair and pulling it over my shoulder.

“Unzip me.”

Matt hsatily discarded his gloves, tossing them into the abyss of darkness haphazardly. He never touched me with his gloves on. He always said he liked to be able to feel me and never wanted anything in the way. His fingers quickly found the zipper of my dress and I felt his knuckles brush against my spine as he tugged the small piece of metal down the middle of my back. I could feel his warm breath against my shoulder, lips dangerously close to my neck. 

“I didn’t say you could kiss me, Matthew. Help me out of this dress.”

I could hear the hum of disapproval that sounded in his throat. He gently grasped at the straps on my shoulders and pushed the satin fabric down over my hips until it pooled around my ankles on the floor. As I stepped out of it, I turned around to face him.

“Sit down, Matthew.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I said sit down, Matthew.”

I could see the struggle written clearly all over his face. He wasn’t used to this, taking orders. Hell, neither was I. But I was going to make the most of it. He walked backwards slowly until the back of his knees hit the chair behind him, lowering himself into a perched position on the edge of the seat. I giggled softly as I took a few steps to stand in front of him.

“Oh, get comfortable, Matthew. You’re gonna be sitting there for a while. Now, give me your hands.”

He didn’t hesitate to raise his hands up into the direction of my voice. I gently wrapped my hands around his wrists and guided his palms to lay flat against the crimson lace teddy that covered my body. A soft sigh came from his parted lips as he began to move his hands slowly over the fabric, fingers gliding over every inch.

“No squeezing. No exploring. No lingering. I don’t want you to touch me. I just want you to feel what you’re missing. What’s been waiting on you for the past four hours. It’s your favorite shade of red, by the way.”

The whine that emitted from his lips went straight to my core. I finally understood what he meant when he would tell me how much he loved the noises I made, and how much of an effect they had on him. It made me feel incredibly powerful to hear him being needy.

“Angel..please. Let me-”

“No, Matthew.”

I pried his wanting hands from my body and let them fall onto his lap. Taking a few steps backwards, I sat down on the chair directly in front of him and sighed.

“You know, it’s really a shame. I was so excited for tonight. God, I was going to worship every inch of you. I was going to let you have me as many times as you wanted. Even when my body was begging for a break, I was going to beg you to keep going. I wanted to spend the entire weekend with you buried deep within me. But, I guess tonight didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me, so I’ll just have to take care of myself.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, Matthew. It isn’t. It’s not fair that I’m going to have to get myself off when you and I know my fingers don’t feel as good as yours. When we both know they don’t reach as deep. But, you’ve left me no choice. You’re going to sit there, and you’re going to be quiet and listen. You will not touch yourself. I don’t want to hear any begging or any complaining. If you speak without permission, or move your hands an inch, I will leave you out here alone. I will lock myself in the bedroom, and you will have no choice but to listen, knowing you don’t get to touch me. If you’re a good boy, I might just have mercy on you. Understood?”

Matt’s cheeks and the tips of his ears had blushed a deep shade of rose. His mouth hung open slightly as he held onto every word. There was a quiet whimper that escaped when I called him a good boy, but I heard it, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Oh, so he has a praise kink too. 

“I-I understand.”

“Good boy.”

I grinned as his thighs tensed. I could already see a growing bulge straining against his suit pants. I moved my body towards the edge of the seat and pulled the fabric covering me to the side, completely exposing myself to him. I ran my middle finger up and down my slit slowly, collecting some of the wetness that had formed before bringing my middle and index finger up to rub languid circles around my clit. I sighed softly at the contact that I had been craving for hours. Matt groaned loudly as he listened to my movements. He told me once he always knew when I was turned on, that he could smell the arousal that soaked my panties and it drove him crazy. 

I flattened my palm against myself, slipping my middle finger just slightly inside my entrance as the pad of my index finger brushed against my sensitive nub. I whined softly, beginning to move my hips against my own hand as I felt myself grow wetter. Ever since Matt and I had gotten together, I hadn’t touched myself like this. I didn’t bother. Nothing felt as good as he did. He had memorized my body completely. He knew all of my sensitive spots, where to touch, where to tease, what I liked and what drove me crazy. 

“Can you smell how wet I am, Matthew?”

Matt’s hands balled into tight fists on top of his thighs. He was squeezing them so tightly, they were shaking slightly and his knuckles had turned stark white. His jaw was set in a hard line as he leaned his tense body forward slightly.

“Yes.”

“Can you hear it?”

“I can practically fucking taste it.”

I couldn’t help but grin at the growl that ripped from his chest at his response. Don’t get me wrong, I loved a sweet and romantic Matt. I adored when he took his time, held me close and whispered sweet things into my ear as he made love to me slowly while holding my hand. I loved feeling connected to him that way. I could feel how much he loved me and it made my heart swell. But God did I love a pissed off Matt. 

He was always calm and collected around everyone. He tried really hard not to let his irritations and temper show. But at night when he put on the suit, he got to let the devil out. All that pent up rage and frustration got taken out on the unlucky criminals of Hell’s Kitchen. But I was even luckier when he came home and still had some left to take out on me. I loved when he snapped and lost control. I knew how much he needed that release, but he didn’t understand how much I needed it too. I’ll never forget the night I was finally able to convince him to take it further.

“I trust you, Matt. I know you need this, and I want it. I’m not made of glass, Matty. You’re not gonna break me. Please..use me.”

That was all it took. Of course that didn’t stop him from apologizing afterwards no matter how much I told him he didn’t have to. Now, it was an unspoken thing between us. He didn’t even have to say it, or ask. I could tell as soon as he walked through that door after particularly rough nights what he needed, and it always sent a rush through me that what he needed was me. I was always ready for him, and he knew it.

“Wouldn’t you like to taste, Matthew?”

Matt closed his eyes tightly at my words. His chest had begun to rise and fall a little quicker now that his breathing had become erratic. If it weren’t for the tightness of his suit, I’d be able to see the perfect outline of his cock. I could tell just by the look on his face that he was painfully hard.

“I asked you a question, Matthew. Open your eyes and answer me.”

I didn’t recognize the demanding tone of my own voice. In my head, I was drawing from my own experiences with Matt from when he had been in more dominant moods. He opened his eyes slowly and let a deep breath out through his nose, spitting out his response through gritted teeth.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I..I wanna taste.”

“Mm, that’s too bad. I would’ve let you have your fill all night, Matthew.”

I began to quicken my pace, now fully slipping my finger inside my entrance. I let out a slow whine, but more due to frustration than pleasure. My fingers weren’t as long as Matt’s, and they didn’t reach as deep. I started to focus on swirling my index finger around my clit, applying pressure ever so often.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt’s hands fly up to grab at the collar of his suit, tugging at it softly with a grimace. I halted my actions as I narrowed my eyes over at him.

“Matthew.”

“Please..can I just take this off? I..it’s too hot. It’s making it hard to breathe.”

“Fine. Take it off.”

Matt didn’t need to be told twice, and I was frankly impressed at just how quickly the suit had been discarded. He let out a sigh of relief as he sat back in the chair, clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs. I captured my bottom lip between my teeth as I took in the sight of his half naked form. 

“You can’t come like that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sweetheart..I know you can’t make yourself come like that. Please, let me help. If you wanna tortue me, fine, but don’t make yourself suffer. Please..let me help.”

“I don’t need your help, Matthew. While I admit, I do come harder and easier with you, I did take care of myself before you came along. It just takes me longer. So, I suggest you be quiet..and patient.”

I began to move my fingers again, focusing the pads of my index and middle fingers on my aching clit. Part of me wanted desperately to give up and just let Matt take over, make him prove all night how sorry he was. But I was stubborn and hellbent on proving him wrong. 

“Baby..please. I-I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again, okay? I swear. Just please..please let me touch you. I need to touch you, sweetheart. I need to taste you. Please.”

“Matthew, this is your final warning to shut the fuck up.”

A strangled groan escaped Matt’s throat and filled the apartment as he threw his head back against the couch in frustration. He braced his hands on the armrests of the chair and gripped onto them so tightly I was certain they would snap. His entire body was rigid with pent up tension and I watched in awe when he started to slowly thrust his hips upwards into nothing. That sight had to be the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“You could come like this, couldn’t you? Just listening to me fuck myself on my fingers?”

Matt whined loudly as he turned his head in my direction. A sheen of sweat had already formed on his forehead and at the top of his chest. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he sighed defeatedly.

“Yes.”

“Too bad.”

Matt’s eyes widened at my callousness, his lips parting in surprise.

“Sweetheart, I can’t-”

“Now Matthew, we’re playing by your rules, aren’t we? What do you tell me when I’ve been a bad girl and want to come?”

Matt collapsed against the chair and groaned, digging his fingertips into the fabric of the armrests. It wasn’t hard to see how much he detested the taste of his own medicine. I wondered for a moment how long he would actually last through the teasing. I thought about how much longer it would be before every ounce of self control Matt had was completely eroded, and he snapped and took control. At that moment I decided I really wouldn’t mind. I think we both knew when it came down to it, he was a lot stronger than me, and definitely faster. I wouldn’t even make it past the couch before he had his hands on me.

“Only good girls get to come.”

“Same rules apply. Only good boys get to come. And you haven’t been very good to me tonight, Matthew.”

“Angel please..I don’t know if I can hold it.”

“You’re a strong boy, Matthew. You’ll find a way.”

The internal conflict I felt only raged in intensity the longer I watched him. I hated seeing Matt in pain, or upset. I always wanted to comfort him and make him feel better. The world hadn’t always been kind to him, and I always felt like I needed to make up for that. Matt for a moment looked like he might cry, and I instantly worried that I had taken it too far.

“Matty?”

Matt’s head perked up at the change in my tone and the use of my usual calling for him. His head tilted to the side slightly as his eyes blankly stared over in my direction, brows slightly furrowed.

“Yes?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I waited with bated breath for his response. I knew he was sorry. I could see how bad he felt about tonight. If he wanted me to stop, I would. I’d happily give in and let him take over.

“No.”

I was slightly taken back by the conviction in his voice. I stared over at him silently for a moment, suddenly feeling nervous as I nibbled at my bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I can hold it. Go ahead, sweetheart.”

All my anger from earlier had completely flown out the window. All I wanted at that moment was him. I took a deep breath and got back to work with my fingers. I wanted to come as quickly as possible so that I could finally have him. I scrunched my brows as I began to rub furiously over my clit, whining as I applied more pressure. I could feel that familiar bubble building inside me, but it felt so far away. I dipped my fingers into my entrance to collect more of my wetness and pressed my fingers a little harder against my clit as I rubbed and moved my hips in time with my hand. Finally, it hit me. I moaned softly at the explosion of bliss and fell back against the chair. My orgasm was weak, but I didn’t care. I could finally have him.

I looked over to see him waiting as patiently as he could, panting softly and features contorted in need. I sat up slowly and licked my lips, letting my eyes wander shamelessly over his body.

“Come here, Matty.”

Matt let out the deepest sigh of relief and jumped to his feet, crossing the short distance between us and kneeling down in front of me. His hands grabbed onto the arm rests as he waited for my next instruction. 

“Open your mouth.”

His lips instantly parted, and I slipped two of my fingers that were coated in my release into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as his tongue swirled around my fingers, collecting every drop from them. I whined as I watched him, feeling a fresh wave of need flood between my thighs. I giggled softly when he bit down gently on my index finger, a cheeky grin covering his mouth as he kissed the tips of both fingers.

“Mm, do you think you deserve to be forgiven?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at his instant reply, shaking my head as I brought my hand up to thread my fingers through his messy hair.

“Should’ve known better than to ask a Catholic that question.”

The grin on his lips stretched even further into that megawatt smile complete with dimples that made me weak in the knees. His hands hovered over the tops of my thighs, as if asking for silent permission. I gently grabbed onto his wrists and pushed them downwards, sighing at the feeling of finally having his hands on me.

“I think I need to pray for forgiveness.”

I arched one of my brows and smiled softly, tilting my head to the side curiously.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

I knew religion was important to Matt, but I didn’t think a confession was needed right at this very moment. 

“Okay. I..suppose you better find an altar then.”

“I already have.”

Matt gently squeezed my thighs before slipping his hand in between them to part them slowly. My eyes widened in shock and I let out a gasp of surprise once his words finally clicked in my head. He shuffled closer on his knees, wetting his lips with his tongue once again before whispering huskily.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left my mouth, my legs were thrown over his shoulders and Matt’s head was buried deeply between my thighs. I grabbed a small fistfull of his hair and cried out in astonishment when I felt his plump lips wrap around my clit and began to suck with fervor. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and I felt vibrations sent throughout my entire body every time he grunted against my pussy. Matt pushed me deeper into the chair as he tried to get as close as possible, nearly suffocating himself between my thighs. I was an absolute mess above him, moaning his name over and over like it was the only word I knew. I nearly lost it when I felt his tongue thrust inside of me and began to explore. 

“Fuck..Matty..right there..please!”

Matt shook his head violently and I screamed as his nose bumped against my clit repeatedly as he ate my pussy like it was his last fucking meal. In a matter of minutes I was coming apart on his tongue, white flashing behind my eyelids as Matt continued to devour me through my release. I clamped my legs around his head and grabbed onto the back of his neck, rolling my hips up against his face as I rode out the high he had brought me to. This orgasm hit me ten times harder than the measly one I had conjured, and I found myself struggling to keep up.

I whined when it all became too much and attempted to push at Matt’s shoulders as I unwrapped my legs from around his head, but he wasn’t having it. He only gripped tighter onto my thighs and continued his assault on my overly sensitive clit. I whimpered softly as I tugged at his hair roughly to get him to move.

“Jesus Matty, please. It’s too much.”

Matt chuckled as he pulled back slowly, licking every bit of my release off his lips. He rubbed soothing circles on my inner thighs as he sat up on his knees with a wicked grin.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I got carried away.”

“Carried away? Fuck, I can’t even see straight right now.”

“Well in that case, I suppose you can forgive me now.”

I slowly sat up and reached my hand out to push Matt’s sweaty hair away that was stuck to his forehead. I frowned slightly as my thumb brushed lightly over a faint bruise that was forming on his left cheekbone. He turned his head slightly to nuzzle his face into my palm, pressing a soft kiss to my wrist.

“I’m okay.”

“I know. I just..hate seeing you hurt.”

Matt gently grasped my wrist and brought my hand up to his mouth, pressing a featherlight kiss to each of my knuckles before he held my palm against his chest over his heart. I could feel it pounding against my palm as he held it there. Matt’s face contorted into an apologetic expression, a deep sigh sounding from his chest as he leaned in closer.

“I really am sorry about tonight, sweetheart. I promise, it’ll never happen again. I don’t ever want to hurt your feelings like that. I just..wanna keep you safe.”

“And I just want you, Matty. I just wanted one, normal night with you. You..you mean everything to me and I had this whole night planned out and then-”

“I ruined it. And I’m not done making up for it.”

“Well..good. Cause that was only like..one Hail Mary, and I’m pretty sure the standard is like..three. I think.”

“It’s five, actually. And that first one you did absolutely did not count.”

I felt my heart begin to thump against my ribcage in excitement. My cheeks immediately flamed with heat at the thought of what was still to come. Glancing down between us, I could see that Matt’s neglected cock was still straining against the confines of his tight briefs. I slipped my hand down his chest and lightly grasped at his cock through the fabric, causing Matt to hiss through gritted teeth.

“Honey, what about dinner? And dessert? You spent so much time on it, I don’t want it to go to waste. Besides, I have a gift for you.”

“The only gift I want right now Matty is the one I’m holding. Everything else can wait.”

I grabbed onto the back of his neck and pulled him in close as I crashed our lips together in a needy kiss. I greedily accepted Matt’s tongue in my mouth and moaned at the taste of myself on it. I dragged my nails against his lower stomach, causing his abs to contract as I dipped my hand into the waistband of his briefs once again to wrap my hand around his cock. He moaned into my mouth and it sent my mind into a frenzy.

He felt heavy in the palm of my hand, and warm. Everything about Matt was always so warm. I stroked my thumb along the underside of him, feeling the velvety smooth skin against my palm as I stroked him slowly. Matt hastily pushed his briefs down his thighs, sighing in relief to finally be freed from the confinements. 

“I wanna taste you.”

“Not now, sweetheart.”

“Matty, please.”

“You know how much I love having those pretty lips wrapped around me, but I’m not gonna last angel. Not after that little show you put on. I need to be inside you, right now.”

Matt wrapped his arm around my lower back and hooked his other underneath my knees, easily lifting me into the air as he stood and carried us over towards the kitchen. I felt goosebumps erupt over my skin as the cold of the cabinets hit my exposed back. I braced my palms against Matt’s chest to halt his movements quickly.

“Matty, please don’t rip this. It was really expensive.”

A devilish grin formed onto his plump lips as his hands slowly snaked up my thighs. He moved in closer until he was flush between my thighs, brushing his nose along my jaw as he nipped softly at my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned quietly at the feeling of his lips at the base of my neck. It was one of my sweet spots, and he knew it. I shivered when I felt his hot breath fanning over the shell of my ear.

“Oh angel, you think I wanna rip this off when you look so beautiful in it? It’s staying on.”

Matt quickly shoved the fabric aside before pushing the blunt head of his cock through my folds. I let my head knock back against the cabinet as he pushed himself into me painfully slowly, inch by delicious inch. The sound of our moans mixed together once he had completely bottomed out. 

“Fuck honey, no matter how many times I ruin you, you’re always so fucking tight for me.”

“Just for you, Matty.”

Matt wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me closer towards the edge of the counter until our chests were flush together. He didn’t waste any time as he started to thrust his hips at a vigorous pace, his hand slipping between our bodies to press his thumb against my clit roughly. I whined loudly at the pressure and dug my fingernails deeply into his shoulder blades, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indentations.

“God..you always take my cock so well, don’t you sweetheart? This needy little cunt just grips me so fucking well.”

I couldn’t hardly speak. All I could do was hang on. The collision of Matt’s hips into mine and the feeling of his thumb working over my already sensitive nub was very quickly pushing me towards the edge, and I was ready to fall.

“This pussy was fucking made for me. You were made for me.”

“Made for you, Matty.”

I had no idea if I was making sense. I wasn’t even sure if I was speaking English. I tried so hard to stay grounded. I wanted to remember every single second of this, but Matt was brushing that spongy spot inside of me with precise accuracy with every powerful thrust of his hips and it only sent me higher and higher into another realm.

“Fuck sweetheart..not gonna..last much longer. I’ll make up for it later..I-fuck, I swear. I’ll take my time later, angel. Right now I need you to come with me. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”

I wrapped my arms around Matt’s neck, bringing one hand up to cup his face as I pressed our foreheads together. I leaned in to press my lips to his in a passionate kiss, gently nipping at his bottom lip. I whined in pleasure when I felt his pace quicken at an inhuman speed, his thumb moving so fast over my clit it was practically vibrating.

“I..I love you, Matty.”

“I love you, my sweet girl. Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go with me.”

My throat burned as I screamed loudly when euphoria finally hit, wracking thunderously throughout my body and drenching me in complete elation like a hurricane. I held onto Matt as tightly as I could, savoring the sound of his honey coated moans of my name that echoed in my ears as I felt him paint the inside of me with his sweet release. His hips stuttered as he spilled his seed over the garden within me, fingers no doubt leaving violet marks on my skin as he thrusted through the aftershocks of gratification.

I hid my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling a deep breath of his scent as I placed a gentle kiss to the spot right below his ear. I felt his strong arms wrap tightly around my waist, caging me against his chest. For a moment, we just held each other as our jagged breaths attempted to return to normal. I nuzzled my cheek against his, welcoming the slight burn of his scruff rubbing against my skin. 

“Happy anniversary, Matty.”

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

My heart expanded in my chest so wide at his words I thought it would bust through my rib cage. I pulled back slightly with a satisfied smile, brushing my thumb along the top of his strong cheekbone as I kept him close.

“Hungry?”

“I’m fucking starving.”

I giggled softly as I smoothed his messy brown hair back into place, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Fighting bad guys works up an appetite, huh?”

“Well that, and pleasuring you.”

I blushed profusely at his cheeky words, lightly smacking his chest as a deep laugh rumbled from within his chest. Matt’s large hand came up to gently cup my cheek, his thumb lightly tracing my bottom lip.

“But no, actually I could smell your cooking from several blocks away. It made my stomach growl, and then I realized how much time had passed since I had left, and how much trouble I was probably in.”

“You know, for a lawyer, you cause an awful lot of trouble.”

Matt’s dazzling grin stretched across his beautiful lips, those charming dimples ever-present as he laughed and nodded his head.

“True, but I try to make up for it. Speaking of, what do you say I heat up dinner and open a new bottle, we’ll have dessert, I can give you your gift, and then we can resume my apology tour?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you’ve learned your lesson yet, Murdock. But it’ll give you time to sit and think about what you’ve done.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll never make you wait again.”

“Don’t like the tables being turned, huh?”

Matt smirked and dipped his head, leaving a burning trail of kisses along my jawline and down my neck until he reached my sweet spot. His teeth gingerly grazed my skin as he sucked softly at my flesh.

“Oh angel, I don’t mind you taking control. That was actually really fucking hot. I just really hated not being able to touch you like I wanted.”

“You stand me up again, I won’t let you touch me for a month.”

“Never again, sweetheart.”

“Good boy.”

I grinned at the growl that ripped through Matt’s chest, giggling softly as I lightly pushed at his shoulders.

“Alright, you have a deal. But I have a gift for you too.”

“You are my gift.”

“Matty.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Alright, dinner, dessert, gifts, then more apologies.”

“Fine. Enjoy your break, Murdock. That was only two Hail Marys.”

“Three more to go.”

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Păpuşă (Part 1)

A/N: This took a different spin than I intended when I started writing this earlier this week. For better or for worse. This might be utter drivel. And that’s why I wasn’t able to get it out yesterday. 

Pietro Maximoff liked to get on your nerves and he was good at it because you were annoyed simply at his mere presence. Now Steve has sent the pair of you on an undercover mission as husband and wife. But the mission may have been more complicated then intended, for more than one reason. 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader,

Warnings: sexual references, language, guns

Words: 1,000ish

Păpuşă = little doll

Maybe it was the way the corners of his mouth always turned up whenever you crossed paths. Or his eyes narrowing in on your every move. Or his constant need to get in your way and annoy you.

You turned your gaze away from the impossible speedster and back to Steve.

“This mission should be simple.” Steve swiped at the holograms at the center of the table and you scanned the layout of the home.

A small wad of paper hit your ear. You snapped your head to your left to see Pietro looking up at the ceiling, trying to look innocent. But the smirk he couldn’t seem to hide pointed to him being the culprit. Not that you believed it could be anyone else anyway.

You flicked your pencil at his bicep, hoping to the gods the sharp end hit him.

He yelped when it made contact. He had been too busy gloating in his own head to notice your counter attack. Your let your own smirk slide over your face as he cursed under his breath in Sokovian.

Wanda gave him an exasperated look, and then you. You shrugged, he started it. She shook her head, she didn’t care who started it.

“Which is why I am only sending in two of us.” Steve continued, ignoring the stare down that was about to happen between you and Pietro. “The rest of us will be in the vicinity, but not engage with our targets. We don’t want to put a single blip on their radar.”

Pietro smacked the table loudly. “You blinked!” He shot out of his chair, his finger pointed directly in your face.

“You cheated!” You argued, smacking his hand away. He sat back down in chair, hands behind his head. 

“Maximoff! Y/L/N!” Steve tried to reel the pair of you in.

“It wasn’t cheating, it was strategy. I figured I’d teach you how, păpuşă. And maybe some other things.”

“I am not your little doll,” you growled, leaning over him and pushing his chair back. His composure never flickering. His eyes predatory.

“But you’re like a porcelain doll. Cold and smooth… Scary.” He ran a hand down your extended arm.

You jerked back, rubbing profusely at where he had touched you. Like he had set your icy skin aflame. “I am not scary!”

“Enough!” Steve pulled you away from the smirking asshole. Which was lucky for Pietro because you were about to slap that stupid smirk off his face.

Steve pushed you to a chair opposite Pietro, forcing you down. “I am sick of this. We are all sick of this.”

Your head hung low, shrinking into yourself. “Sorry.” You felt your jeans ice under your clenched fist. The last thing you wanted to be was in trouble with the team. Pietro was enough to deal with.

“Which is why I’m going to have you two pull your crap together on this next mission. I’m sending you two undercover… as husband and wife.” Steve slapped down two ring boxes in the center of the table.

You choked out a laugh. “Great joke, Cap. Because we could pass as a couple.” You swiped a ring box off the table. Opening it to see an ornate wedding ring.

“Not a joke. You two are our freshest faces. Nobody there will recognize either of you.”

“Send Wanda with him.”

“Yes, I will marry my twin sister. Wonderful idea.” Pietro drawled, snapping open his ring box and placing the silver wedding band on his left ring finger. He flashed his hand at you. “Look Y/N, we are now married.”

You looked helplessly at Steve, hoping he would pull you out of this. He patted your shoulder in response. “We leave in two hours.”

The team walked out of the room, aside from your new “husband.”

“I think I am going to enjoy this, Mrs. Maximoff.”

“Fuck off.” You pushed off from the table. Pietro grabbing your wrist as you tried to exit.

“Such a dirty mouth, păpuşă.” He nuzzled his cheek into the palm of your hand. Hissing when ice crystals spread across his face. But he didn’t pull back.

You ripped your hand away. “Don’t.”

****

“If you don’t remove your hand—” you muttered. “Do you want this to be convincing or no?” His breath was hot in your ear as his hand ghosted over the curve of your ass. Digging up memories you had long buried.

You sighed and let him pull you into his side. He laughed at something your target had said. You hadn’t heard, Pietro was… distracting.

“So how long have you two kids been married?” The target’s wife smiled at the pair of you, encouraging.

“Just about a year now. It took me almost two to convince her to settle down. She’s a jet setter.” Pietro took a swig of whiskey and then removed the martini you had been cradling in your hard. The bottom of the glass frosted. He gave you a mildly concerned look, before quickly flashing back to laid back and in love.

“And he was a flirt.” You stared into his eyes, plastering a sickening sweet smile on your face. “I was wary, but he won me over in the end.”

Your teeth ground together as the image of Pietro pulling in the young woman who had been your target. Her giggling at whatever he said and the coy smile never leaving his face danced through your head. You blinked it away. It was over a year ago and you did best to not think about it.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You slipped out of Pietro’s grasp, but gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you departed. This mission needed to be over now. You needed a whole bottle of wine to forget tonight and the forgotten memories.

“Where are you going?” Natasha’s voice was in your ear.

“Their art collection.” You began to pick the lock on the ornate door and with a few seconds you were in.

“You should wait for Pietro before—” Natasha started, but you were already scanning the room for a hidden doorway.

“Got it.” You pushed over a small statue and wooden panel slid away to a metal corridor.

“Wait for back up, you don’t know what—" Steve urged.

The click of a gun safety coming off echoed through the hallway and you felt the barrel of a gun press between your shoulder blades.

“I’ve missed you,” said a man with a thick French accent. The gun pressed sharper into your skin. “Y/N.”

He spun you around, and you stared at the top familiar face of Jackson Moreau. Your hand print scarred on his face.

What was he doing here? He was working for the Dumont’s now?

You tried to push off him by freezing his arms. But they stayed warm under your hands. Your powers weren’t working. He smiled as the fear spread across your face.

“You didn’t think we would be unprepared now, would we? How about you call your lover boy here and I won’t shoot you right here in your pretty little head.” He leveled the barrel of his gun between your eyes.

This was no longer a simple mission.

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"I NEEDED A SOLDIER. YOU WANTED A FATHER."

DAREDEVIL 1x07

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"STAY HERE. GET REST."

DAREDEVIL, 2.02 “Dogs to A Gunfight”

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hopeless romantic! jason todd who thinks cheesy pick up lines are stupid, and that surely, the shakespearian shit is gonna work on hinge

hopeless romantic! jason todd who doesn't get why everyone he tries to match with doesnt fw his poetic bars (hes TRYING)

hopeless romantic! jason todd who finally, FINALLY gets a match. he has to put his phone down for a million years just to process everything and then glances back down at his screen to make sure it's still there.

how is someone is genuinely that stunning?

hopeless romantic! jason todd who feels like he's fumbling every time his messages you. if he had less pride, he'd probably ask dick for advice, but no, fuck that, he can do things on his own. it'd be humiliating to beg for romantic advice from him.

at least you seem amused by jason's antics. even if he does seem mildly inept with flirting. dork.

hopeless romantic! jason todd who makes sure to ask about your favourite flowers to get you a bouquet of them for your first date and meet up

hopeless romantic! jason todd who drops said flowers when he finally sees you in person and loses all his words and cognitive function for a moment when you say hi and greet him with a friendly hug. yeah he's not surviving the date.

completely and utterly hopeless! jason todd when the date goes incredible. he walks you home because... obviously? it's gotham and it's dark.

you leave him with a kiss on his cheek and the promise of seeing him sometime again, and he just knows he's a goner.

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Although I'm really looking forward to Daredevil Born Again, and am counting the days until March 4th, do you know what I'm looking forward to just as much? The inevitable -

Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Daredevil Born Again!! A whole hour (or thereabouts) behind the scenes!! And that's gonna be a hell of a lot of Charlie Cox being bloody adorable!! :P

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Tuna-Tober Day 4 - Bucky Barnes

pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

prompt: "This isn't you."

word count: 1,127

content: dead dove, angst, gun use, main character death. There is no happy ending. Hurt, no comfort. Read at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.  

You stood in front of the lab hood that held a new piece of espionage tech that you had started working on a few months ago. It was in the final stages and just needed a few more adjustments before it was ready to be tested by Peggy. She was the only one you would trust to test the quality of your invention. Since you were recruited to work at SHIELD at its inception, you had worked on many projects alongside Howard Stark, but this one was one of the first that you worked on completely by yourself, and it was arguably your finest invention. 

Heading to grab your notebook off of your desk to jot down some more notes for Peggy to use once she was testing it, you heard a ruckus down the hall and what sounded like gunshots. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you started creeping toward the wall, but just as you did, a hand reached out and pulled your heel out from under you! 

You tumbled to the ground and grabbed for the small weapon hidden in your skirt’s pocket before realizing that the person who had pulled you down was Howard. “What did you do that for?!” you whisper-shouted at him as he held a finger to his mouth to hush you. 

“Whoever that is, is after you!” Howard told you in a hushed tone with wide eyes. 

“What do you mean after me? For what?” you asked, feeling your heart begin to pound in your chest. 

“I don’t know! Someone called my desk and all I could hear was the background of the call. Whoever it is was asking about where to find you!” he told you. Scrambling up onto unsteady feet, Howard started ushering you toward the back of the lab, saying, “We need to get you out of here! If we go out here and into the-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the main door to the lab burst open and revealed a man with overgrown hair and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. He wore what looked like old military tactical gear that had one sleeve ripped off to reveal a silver metal arm with a red star on it. And held in the hand of that silver arm was a gun that was pointed right at you. “Get outta the way!” Howard shouted while roughly pulling you out of the bullet’s path as the man pulled the trigger. “What do you want with her?” he asked sharply as he stood with an arm in front of you protectively. 

The man didn’t say anything, only made his way directly to your desk and grabbed your notebook off of the wooden surface. While he surveyed the desk’s contents though, a framed picture caught his eye and he hesitated as he brought the book closer to himself. You noticed this slight hesitation and furrowed your eyebrows, thinking to yourself, That was odd…

As the man in the mask looked up and made eye contact with you though, you realized why he hesitated. You knew those blue eyes anywhere. “Bucky?” you whispered, a tremor in your voice as you were forced to come to the realization that the man in front of you who shot at you only moments before was the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The man who you were told was dead. The man who was featured in that framed picture on your desk. It was taken at the Stark Expo before he was shipped off to fight in the war. You were both beaming at the camera and had your whole lives ahead of you. But everything changed when he went to fight for the country. 

“My name’s not Bucky,” the man responded instantly, a coldness in his tone that you only ever heard him speak about Steve’s father in. 

“That…that’s the Winter Soldier…” Howard whispered as he pulled on the fabric of your blazer to try and get you to move away from the threat in front of you. You had heard of the assassin before, of course. He was credited with the killings of some of the best minds in the intelligence community. And now he was after you… Your blazer was tugged at harder as Howard said in a firmer tone, “We gotta go! Now!” 

You stood frozen to the ground though as you held eye contact with the assassin in front of you. “Howard… It’s him. It’s Bucky…” you said breathlessly. 

There was another sharp tug as Howard snapped, “That is not Bucky! He is here to kill you!” 

Ignoring your friend’s pleas, you slowly put your hands in the air before taking a cautious step toward the masked man. “This isn’t you,” you told him. Nodding your head toward the picture, you said, “That is you. James Buchanan Barnes.” A sad smile made its way onto your face and a tear escaped your eye as you continued. “The real you is the man who was gonna marry me, remember? We had a venue picked out and everything. You were gonna get Steve to officiate. We were gonna move to the suburbs and have a white picket fence once the war was over. Three kids and a couple of pets. We were gonna have a long and happy life together, Sugar.” 

A quiet sob left your mouth as you grappled once more with the fact that your life turned out nothing like you expected. Howard whispered your name in warning, but you ignored him again and held your gaze with the man in front of you as you finished with, “That man is still in that handsome head of yours. I saw your hesitation when you looked at that photo. Now please, put down the gun. We can try to help you. Please. You’re the love of my life, Bucky. I can’t lose you again.”

As you finished your plea, something was spoken into a piece of technology he had in his ear and his eyes shifted from the comforting blue that felt like home to something as cold as ice before he said, “You’re my mission.”

A single gunshot rang out and you dropped to the floor in a lifeless heap, blood pooling under your body in an instant. Howard let out a scream in horror as he rushed to your side. Without an ounce of remorse in his body language, the Winter Soldier sauntered over to your lab hood and grabbed what he came for. To the soldier, you were simply another target he was assigned by HYDRA. But deep in his mind, to Bucky, you were his world. And you were dead because of him.

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I wanna hear you - Matt Murdock

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Matt was always a giver, especially in the bedroom, but tonight you wanted him to let go and enjoy the pleasure you could give him.

word count: 2.6k

content: fluff; smut with plot (18+, MINORS DNI!) - kissing, mutual stripping, grinding, unprotected piv (birth control not mentioned but i'm telling you here she's on it lmao), soft!dom!reader; established relationship; matthew needs to learn to receive!

a/n: this idea just kinda hit me in the outbreak of the fandom all going feral over the 0.2 second shower scene in the Born Again trailer. not shower smut i know but that scene had us all feeling things!

Matt was always a giver. He gave away his time and skills as a lawyer doing pro-bono work for underprivileged citizens, he gave away his own safety and health nearly every night as Daredevil to keep the streets of Hell’s Kitchen safe, and he gave you all the love he could in your now years long relationship. You were always delighted to come home from a late-running shift at work to your favorite meal, to flowers as an apology after a missed date when something big was going down that Daredevil needed to deal with, and especially the tender yet passionate love-making Matt gave you every chance he could. 

You would be forever grateful to Matt and everything he’s given to you, but tonight you wanted to give to him for a change. Expressing your feelings out loud had never been your strong suit, so you decided that you would just have to show Matt how thankful you were for him. Because of this, you spent the better portion of your day at work distracted while you formulated a plan on how to do just that. 

With those heightened senses of his it would be hard to surprise him, so you were stumped for a little while on how you could manage it when it hit you. Rather than trying to hide what you were doing, you would use his senses to your advantage in your plan! So with that idea in mind, you pivoted and began creating a night you hoped Matt would love when he got home after the conclusion of the case he had been dealing with for weeks on end now. 

Thankfully you got out of work on time today, so you texted Matt to see how long it would take him before he got home that night. A few minutes into your grocery run, he replied that he was working on paperwork to finalize everything from the case, but that he would be going to Josie’s after with Foggy and Karen to celebrate. You politely declined his invitation to go out with them and mentally cheered, knowing that it would give you more time to make things just that much more special for him when he arrived back at your shared apartment that night. So with a full bag of groceries, you made your way home through the cold and crowded New York streets and began making the meal you planned to kick off the night of taking care of Matt. 

While the food began cooking in the pressure cooker, you made your way to the bathroom and washed away the stress of the day along with any hints of strong perfume and lotion you had put on when you got to your building that morning and refreshed throughout the day. In their wake, after shaving you dried off and put on a lightly scented vanilla moisturizer, one you knew Matt loved and always told you wasn’t too overpowering for his senses. That combined with your lavender scented shampoo and conditioner was a winning combination for Matt and you intended on satisfying him in every way possible that evening. 

You shook your head and quickly shut down your impure thoughts of what you planned on doing with him after dinner because the only scent you wanted Matt focused on when he first got home was the meal cooking, not your arousal. Still, you were nervous about the idea you had in mind and were afraid that you would mess it up or it would be too much for him… There was only so much advice you could get from your best friend in the realm of sex, especially sex with Matt, but you hoped that the pep talk she gave you over text that afternoon would boost your confidence enough to pull it off. 

Right as you were releasing the pressure on the pressure cooker, you heard the door down the entry hall opening and Matt calling out his greeting to you as he entered. “Welcome home, love!” you told him fondly after you put down the lid and began making your way over to greet him with a kiss and a hug. You felt Matt’s muscles relax while you embraced him and he softly inhaled the heavenly combination of your shampoo and moisturizer. “How was Josie’s?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled into the fabric of his dress shirt. 

“It was good. Nice to celebrate all the hard work we put into that ca-” Matt started to say, but stopped before he could finish the sentence. 

You couldn’t help your heart dropping the slightest bit when this happened because it usually meant he heard something going on in the city that he needed to handle as Daredevil. Rather than waiting for an answer by means of him running off and suiting up, you tentatively asked, “Is everything okay? Do you need to go?”

“Go? What? No, I just…” he said, loosening his hold on you before taking off his glasses and placing them in their place by the door alongside his white cane. “That smell…what did you make for dinner?”

A light blush creeped up onto your cheeks in response to the question and you began to regret your choice of meal as you replied, “Irish stew. I got the recipe from a friend at work who lived there growing up. Said it’s really good for warming up on a cold night and that it-”

“It reminds me of Dad,” Matt said, interrupting your rambling statement, much to your relief because you felt like you were digging a hole that you didn’t know how to get out of. 

“In a good way I hope. At least…that was the intention,” you said quietly, eyes darting down to the ground as your confidence in the plan began to falter. 

“In the best way,” Matt told you, gently tilting your chin up and kissing you tenderly. When he pulled away, there was a fond smile on his lips as he told you, “When I was growing up Dad didn’t make much, but he always made sure I had food to eat. Irish stew was something he would make a lot because it was easy enough to get the ingredients for cheap and we would have meals for a week sometimes. I haven’t had it since he died, I…” He let out a breath before telling you, “Thank you, sweetheart. This means the world.”

“Yay!” you cheered quietly, a giddy laugh leaving your lips as excitement bubbled up in your chest once again. “I hope it’s a good celebratory meal after that case. You worked so hard on it, I just wanted to give you something to come home to relax with.” 

“It’s perfect, just like you,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you again. When the kiss ended, you ushered Matt over to the small dining table and made him a bowl of stew before making your own and settling into your usual small talk about your days and about what he’s been doing out as Daredevil. 

Upon the conclusion of the meal, you brought Matt over to the leather couch and felt your heart rate and anxiety begin to increase at the thought of what you were about to do with Matt because it was so out of your wheelhouse of what sex with you and Matt was always like. Your most intimate moments usually involved you being a pillow princess while Matt practically worshiped your body and reveled in the sounds you made, but tonight was going to be different. Tonight you planned on taking charge and dragging out every little noise Matt was willing to give you. That was the problem though. Matt was rarely vocal in the bedroom, too consumed with wanting to listen to you that he never really expressed his pleasure out loud. To counter that, you had come up with a reward system that you hoped he would catch on to and finally let loose every little noise and realize how turned on it got you. 

You were torn away from your thoughts when you felt Matt’s arm snake around you and pull you onto his lap so you were straddling him. “What’s on your mind?” he asked as he massaged your hips. 

“You,” you replied honestly. 

Matt let out a quiet chuckle before he squeezed your hips and said, “I think I can guess in what way.”

Remembering the advice your friend gave you earlier, you felt a wave of confidence wash over you, so you kissed Matt deeply for a mere moment and pulled away which had him chasing your lips as you said, “You’d be right.” You brought your lips close to the shell of his ear and placed a father-light kiss there before telling him softly, “But tonight we’re going at my pace. I want to make you feel good.”

“Fuck…” Matt whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as you felt his cock twitch to life underneath you. 

“Eventually,” you promised with a small smirk on your lips as you lifted your top up and over your head before kissing him again. 

The heated make out session only further intensified when you began grinding your hips down onto Matt’s now prominent bulge straining against his slacks. You could tell you were making Matt feel good by the way he was squeezing your hips but he still seemed to be focused on making you feel good as he bucked up to meet you halfway. The pleasure was beginning to mount as he rubbed against your now throbbing clit and you almost lost your resolve until something that sounded somewhat like music hit your ears. When you pulled away to rest your forehead against Matt’s for a moment, a pleasure-filled sigh left his lips as he rutted up into your hips one more time. You gave him a quick and fleeting kiss before your hands reached down and began deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt and running over his abdominal muscles and the scars you always found to be so attractive because they represented his bravery. 

Your bra came off fairly quickly when after you began kissing on Matt’s neck, he let out a soft and unintentional, “Oh…” You knew the pulse point was very sensitive for him and after leaving the beginnings of a love-bite there, you granted him access to one of his favorite parts of you. Matt’s hands were on your breasts in an instant, massaging them and tweaking your now stiff nipples and making you let out sinful little whimpers of pleasure only he could draw out of you. 

When Matt's assault on your breasts stopped for a moment, his hands began exploring your body, tracing patterns that only made sense to him. As his rough and scarred hands slipped past the waistband of your sweatpants and wandered around the sides of your thighs before settling on the curve of your ass, he leaned his head back onto the couch and sounded drunk with pleasure as he mumbled, "Your skin's so soft, angel. Feels so good."

"All for you, love," you told him, leaning back in for a heated kiss as you shifted and allowed Matt to help you out of the pants.

With less of a barrier between your aching center and Matt's stiff member, you began moving your hips against his with fervor, chasing not only Matt's pleasure but your own as you continued lapping into his desperate mouth. A slight bit of shame flitted across your mind because you were sure that you were ruining the slacks, but it left quickly as the pleasure began building into a tight coil in your lower abdomen. Getting lost in the pleasure you were giving each other, you barely noticed when he whispered between panting breaths, “I need you, sweet girl. Please.” 

The vocalization of his wants shocked you, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing as pleasure flooded southward, causing you to let out a quiet moan of your own before untangling yourself from Matt and standing up on unsteady legs. When Matt stood, you kissed him again as you reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, helping him out of them before he was pulling you into his arms and toward the bedroom. 

You were further shocked when, as you crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Matt grunted out in broken sentences, “You drive me crazy. Smell so good. I need to-” 

He couldn’t even finish his sentence as you captured his lips in a desperate kiss and turned him around to where his knees hit the side of the bed, causing him to fall backward with you on top of him. You continued to kiss each other passionately, pure need guiding the two of you to the top of the bed before you slid your soaked underwear down your thighs. You pulled away from his mouth for a moment to rid yourself of the fabric and this simple action triggered the most beautiful sound you had ever heard to escape from Matt’s mouth. This was because as the fan you had aptly turned on low before Matt got home blew gently against your back, the scent and taste of your arousal landed on Matt's lips. When he tasted your essence on his lips, in his overstimulated state he couldn't help the guttural moan that left his lips as he rutted his hips up to meet yours again.

With that final sound echoing through your head, you couldn’t hold back anymore. So you quickly rid Matt of his underwear before positioning yourself over him and sinking down impossibly deep, which only earned another beautiful moan from his pretty lips as he clutched the silk sheets in his fists. “That’s it, I wanna hear you, Matty,” you whispered, letting out your own groan of ecstasy as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, feeling like you were being split in half in the best possible way. 

“Fuck sweetheart, I-” Matt started to say, but faltered as another string of curses fell from his mouth. You knew ahead of time that he was going to be overly sensitive from all of the teasing you had to do in order for him to finally let go, so you weren’t surprised when he gripped your hips tight and whispered, “I’m close… Oh fuck I’m close!”

The clipped and almost whimpered sentences brought you that much closer to your release, and you unexpectedly felt that coil within your lower abdomen snap when Matt came inside of you, a slurry of groans and curse words and something that sounded like your name flying out of his mouth like a prayer. Your vision whited out for a moment as the most pleasurable orgasm you had ever experienced washed over you as Matt continued to rut up into you to drag out the pleasure as long as possible. His practiced fingers easily found your clit and began rubbing gentle circles on it to pull out some more moans from your lips before you collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard as you recovered from the stimulation. 

With your body naturally gravitating toward its usual place to cuddle Matt in your post-sex bliss, your breathing started to become less ragged as he ran a hand up and down your bare skin in soothing patterns. You felt a chuckle rumble through his chest which prompted you to look up at him in question of what was so funny. “The neighbors are wanting to file a noise complaint,” Matt told you as a wide and boy-ish looking grin broke out onto his lips. 

“Let them,” you told him before leaning in for another kiss. 

As you relaxed into Matt’s embrace once more, he admitted, “I didn’t realize how turned on you would get just from my voice…”

“Matt, you have one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard, and when-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as a sigh left your mouth and you felt yourself getting turned on again at the mere memory of the sinful sounds he had made. 

“I think we’re going to get a few noise complaints tonight,” Matt told you. A cocky smirk made its way onto his lips as he pinned you to the mattress and began rubbing your sensitive clit again, a deep moan leaving his throat when he felt his release mixing with your arousal which only turned you on further as you mentally prepared for the onslaught of pleasure you were going to both give and receive the rest of the night. 

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a/n: this was my first time writing smut for Matt so it may not be the best, but i will get better in time as i write him more!

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All Too Well - Matt Murdock

summary: Matt always seems to show up at your door after a fight, but it usually doesn’t end this way.

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: Unprotected sex (NO), p in v, fingering, slightly dirty talk? not really, use of ‘good girl’ sorry if i’m forgetting anything - 18+ MDNI

note: hope this is ok! thank u for the request! <3 @imthefuckingmirrorball :)

Hearing a knock at the door at 2am in the morning wasn’t what had you so confused - it was who was on the other side of the door.

Matt never asked for help, especially with his wounds collected from tackling some of Hell’s Kitchens most violent people. He didn’t ask anyone to stitch him up, to clean over the scratches and cuts, unless he really needed it. Given you were one of Matts best friends, you knew it must be pretty bad this time for his dark eyes to be staring into yours.

“I’m so sorry, i know it’s early-“ he starts, body adorned in a black suit, looking as angelic as ever - which is a strange feeling to have toward someone nicknamed Daredevil.

“Matt don’t apologise, come in, i’ll get my stuff.” you interrupt him, knowing he will continue to apologise if you give him the space to do so, even though it’s not needed. “Just sit there and stay still, ok?” You look up at him as he looms above you as his tired legs carry him through your door.

You immediately let your eyes drift to his abs, slightly on show through the cuts to them - Making you realise how long you had actually been staring at his body for and feeling the redness flush to your face as you shuffle into your bedroom to grab your kit.

You had known Matt for a long time, and had become very close based on the medical care you seemed to provide each time you see him - sometimes you wonder if he comes to see you specifically, given there were many other people or hospitals he could see to get stitched up.

Coming back into the living room you stop in the doorway, slightly shocked by the sight in front of you, Matt’s there on your couch, sat up and patiently waiting for your help, and again you can’t help but glance and think about the fact he is very much in his boxers right now. There is something about Matt that you can’t seem to rid yourself of, even when he isn’t around it’s like you can feel his touch across your skin, his low voice vibrating through your chest.

Or maybe you just always wish he was there.

“Remember what your staring got us into all those years ago?” Matt comments, a breath of laughter leaving his chest, hissing through his teeth at the pain from his moving skin. “That was a very long time ago. plus i’m not staring, it’s not like you’d even know if i was.” you smile, beginning to clean up the battle wounds he’s come back with, getting them as clean and healed as you can in such a short space of time, knowing how impatient your daredevil can be.

There’s a familiar ache forming between your legs that feels oddly similar to the one Matt satisfied you of the first night he came to you for help, his first night helping the city.

He had turned up, a bad cut to his abs - the same situation as he is in now - in his boxers on your couch. You weren’t exactly sure how, but it had ended up with Matt being buried deep inside you, your legs bobbing you up and down, moans from both of you filling the air.

But that was a long time ago, and Matt had made it clear that his work came first.

“You forget i can hear your heartbeat, i can tell when you’re staring,” He starts, as you kneel between his legs to attend to another wound, the last one, and as he leans further in, he continues, “Your heart always goes quicker when i’m undressed, you know that?” and as the words leave his mouth, all the words you know have left your mind, leaving your mouth open with nothing to say.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Matthew.” You smirk, trailing your fingertips up his thick thighs, towards the tent that was beginning to grow in front of you.

“I’ve not stopped thinking about you since that night. Always come here hoping it would happen again.” He says, strong, calloused hands and arms gripping yours and pulling you up to straddle him. “You need to let me stitch you up, it’s pretty bad this t-“ But the words don’t even finish leaving your mouth by the time his lips are touching yours.

You drop whatever you’re holding, your mind instantly forgetting whatever it was you were even doing as your hands come to meet his stubbled face, pulling him in further as your tongues fight for dominance. His tough hands have moved to your hips, the left one moving downward gently and gripping a handful of your ass, making you moan gently into his mouth.

“You’ve taken enough care of me,” he says with his hands constantly moving, as if he can’t quite get enough of the feeling of your skin against his, “Just let me take care of you, repay you for what you’ve been doing for me for so long.” he finishes, lifting up your shirt and tossing it across the room.

There is a small part of you wondering if this is right, if this should be happening - after all, when he fucked you into the mattress so well your legs were shaky for a couple days last time, he said his work had to come first, that any commitment or relationship could take him away from that.

But right now all you can think about is the way he pushes you off his lap to stand up, bluntly saying “Off.” pointing toward your panties that already have a wet spot from the way your slick has been forming with his touch.

Taking them off, you notice he had made quick work of ridding himself of his boxers. You climb back to straddle him, letting your lips meet his neck, sucking gently but enough to know you’ll leave a mark. You decide not to say anything, being aware that if you talk too much you may realise this is a mistake, that you shouldn’t be sleeping with someone you’ve slowly been falling for.

“You’re so beautiful.” Matt mutters to himself, and he’s speaking to himself, not to you. His hands explore your chest, gripping and pulling at your tits as you sit in front of him, “Can’t wait to hear you cum all over me.” He whispers, this time meaning for you to hear it, and he can smell how wet his actions are making you.

“Please, fuck.” Leaves your mouth, almost unintentionally, as you let your fingers weave through his dark hair, pulling gently and tugging a groan from his lips sounding like something from the gods above.

For a catholic man, Matt could be dirty - and you knew it all too well.

“Please what? use your words, darling.” Matt says from just below you, taking a nipple into his mouth and letting his teeth graze over it, making a loud moan leave your mouth, throwing your head back to look at the ceiling, almost asking another presence what you did to deserve a man who knows your body so well. “i need you inside me.” you immediately say, words coming out almost too quickly to be eligible.

“Need you to be ready, can’t leave my girl wanting more.” He speaks, smiling up at you as he lets his hands travel further down your body, leaving trails of fire behind his fingertips, reaching between your legs and coating his fingers in your slick. “Holy… shit.” you gasp as you feel him gently begin to circle your clit, writhing in his touch, his other hand reaching to hold your neck softly - not enough to cut off air supply but enough to show you who is in control.

“So wet already, is this how i get to you? how wet i make you?” Matt says, slipping two middle fingers quickly into your hole, feeling you clench around him and listening to the gentle moans that are like music to his ears. “Love it when you moan for me sweetheart, ‘sound so sweet.” He sighs, beginning to gently move his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, listening as you gasp and let out an almost pornographic moan above him.

“please, i need to cum with you inside me. Matt please.” you beg, and you can hear the way your words have an effect on him by the growl that comes from deep within his chest.

Just as you feel a coil begin to tighten in your lower stomach, begging to snap, you feel his large fingers retract, replaced with the feeling of Matt rubbing his cock through your slick, readying himself for you.

“I’ve missed this, missed the way you feel around me.” Matt groans as you slowly lower yourself down onto him, taking him deeper than you thought you could. Your mouth open in pleasure, you’re unsure if you can even speak as moans fall from your lips.

Your hips begin to rock back and forth, earning growls and huffs from Matt underneath you, your hands gripping the back of your couch for steadiness. “Good girl, riding me so well.” He gasps, moans falling from his mouth as you feel his hand land a sharp smack to your ass, “fuck you feel so good.” you hear, moaning even more at his words.

Matt moves a hand toward your clit, slowly beginning to rub tight circles around it. “Fuck yes Matt, i’m-“ you try to speak but the sentence doesn’t get completed as you continue bouncing up and down in his lap, feeling his thighs tense and tighten the closer he gets to release, “Me too, me too.” he agrees, leaning his head into your chest and holding your hips as you ride both of you closer to that sweet release you’re both craving for.

When your orgasm finally rushes over you, your nails dig into Matt’s toned shoulders for some support, almost screaming his name into the dark apartment - the slight pain in his skin from your touch sets him alight, as you feel white ropes coat you as you begin to slow, feeling his lips gently press kisses against your chest, holding you tight to him as if he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Can we stay here for a minute?” Matt whispers, forehead still leaning against your chest, your hands still entangled in his messy hair, and you don’t even need to reply as you rest in his lap gently, wondering what the future is going to bring, wondering if the same situation is already destined to happen again.

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tagging a couple people sorry if it’s annoying :)

@lambmurdock @kit-murdock @a-half-empty-g1rl

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The head scratch move + looking very hot combo will always do it for me 🤤

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His (sexy) jaw clenches in S2 were more frequent than any other season, my poor man was extra stressed af 😭💔

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Charlie Cox in Daredevil (3.06)

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@callsignvixen I literally just opened this app and it said “here you go”

Touch starved Matt Murdock 😍