#Matt Murdock x virgin!fem!reader

[peterman-spideyparker]

Patience is a Virtue (Matt Murdock x fem!virgin!Reader) (Virtuous Person Part 2)

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I know I've basically disappeared from writing, but I lost inspiration and motivation to write for a while, and then with just life in general, finding time to sit, write, and edit became near impossible. This definitely isn't my best, but writing is writing, right? I hope you enjoy it! :)

Summary: After Matt found out you were a virgin, he told you he would wait for and with you. Almost two years later, he's still holding steadfast to that promise and about to delight you on your wedding night.

Warnings: Kissing and being cute idiots in love, flirting, pet names foreplay, smut (fingering - f!receiving, handjob, oral - f!receiving, praise kink, p in v sex) Matt is a sexy menace, checking in on Reader to make sure they're okay, Reader is a virgin but knows some things

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 4,984

Matt’s hand rests on your waist, his arm holding you close to his side as the two of you make you way to the front door of the loft. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, finding the right one and sliding it in. His grip tightens on your waist as you try to take a step forward. Before you can ask, he swoops you up into his arms, kissing your temple as he walks in. 

“Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock,” he hums. 

You giggle, resting your head against his. “It’s good to be home, Mr. Murdock.”

Matt doesn’t put you down until you’re in his—now your—bedroom, his lips on you as your feet touch the floor. 

“How can I help, sweetheart?” he whispers against your lips dreamily. 

“Well,” you sigh, mindlessly plying with the hair at the nape of his neck, “if you can help me undo the buttons on the back, I think I can take it from there. You have your own layers of tuxedo to worry about.”

Matt smiles as you turn around, and you feel his lips almost immediately press soft kisses onto the back of your neck as his fingers work to unloop the buttons down your spine. You feel your skin burn hot, goosebumps dancing all on top of your flesh as he makes his way down your back. When you feel his fingers try to gently push the dress off your body, you take a step away, biting your lip as you smile and turn back to face him. 

“Patience is a virtue, my dear husband,” you hum as you slowly back your way toward the bathroom. “Five more minutes. I promise. Unless you need more time to get out of that tux?”

“I can be ready in two,” he grins, undoing his bow tie.

“You might, but I still need the five minutes.”

Matt laughs, leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, happiness written in every pore on his face.

“Five minutes,” he repeats.

You smile and give him one more kiss before you walk into the bathroom and close the door. You sigh in relief as you get out of my dress—for as much as you love it, you are so happy to get the weight of the layers of fabric off of your body. You hang it up on the shower rod before you quickly move to the sink to wipe off your make up and take down your hair, combing it out to loosen the hold of the hairspray before refreshing your deodorant. You move to where your robe hangs on the back of the door, uncovering the special lingerie you hid a couple of days ago. Knowing Matt and his senses, he probably found it already, but that doesn’t take away your nerves and excitement for the night. He loves you, and you love him—Matt waited with and for you, and tonight, you’d finally be together in the way you’d been thinking about for so long. With a deep breath, you take the lingerie down and work to get it on.

You twist and turn in the mirror once it’s all on and in place. You look good—you feel good. Sexy, even, which is not something you can say you feel on the regular. Well, that is before you started seeing Matt. He always knows just what to say, just where to hold onto you, he just knows you, plain and simple. His love and support are more than you could ever ask for, and you’d hope he’d say the same about you. He married you for a reason, right?

Taking a deep breath, you fix your stockings and adjust the way your boobs sit in your bra before you reach for the doorknob and slowly walk back to the bedroom, the click of your heels echoing in the loft. 

You can’t help the smile on your face when you lean on the doorway of the bedroom. Matt’s laid out on the bed like he’s posing for a painting or a sculpture, one arm behind his head with a knee propped up as his face smiles softly, dreamily toward you. Let’s face it, he looks like a work of art.

“You were longer than five minutes,” he hums. 

“Oh, well, I can go back in the bathroom and take longer if you want?” you tease, your laughs bouncing almost immediately off the old brick of the bedroom. Matt gets up off the mattress, padding his way over to you. He takes your hands in his, bringing your left one up to his lips to kiss your rings. 

“Hi, angel,” he whispers.

“Hi, Matty,” you breathe.

“Want to get to bed?”

“Mm, sounds nice.” You take his hands and place them on your waist, and you watch as Matt licks his lip and suck it between his teeth. “You know, I bought a lot of different options in different colors. Couldn’t really decide on what to do. Black looked good, and I know you have a thing for red, but, white felt appropriate for tonight.”

Matt’s hands slide down your waist to your hips, his fingertips playing with the soft lace and mesh. “Something tells me that you’ll get to wear all of your options this week.”

Matt takes a small step back toward the bed, and you follow him, your stocking garter brushing against his leg, and you swear you hear him purr in delight. 

“Tell me what you’re wearing angel,” he demands softly. 

“Well, the bra is a little corset-y. It pushes my boobs up,” you start with a little smile, moving his hands along the garment, letting him feel what you describe. “The cups are satin overlayed with lace with little embroidered flowers. Some are white and some are a light blue. The rest is a mix of lace and mesh. The thong—.”

“You’re wearing a thong?” he smirks. 

“Mmhmm.” You guide his hands down your torso and to the fabric on your hips. “Not as bad as I thought it’d be. It’s the same mesh, lace, and embroidery as the bra. Then there’s a garter belt that has clips that are clipped to my stockings. And I believe you felt the garter against your leg. And the heels will be coming off . . .” You kick them off behind you while you stay in his hold. “There we go.”

“Damn, I’m a lucky man,” he smiles as you get to the edge of the bed. 

“I’m a lucky woman. Now,” you whisper in his ear. “Do you want to tell me what you’re wearing?”

Matt laughs, holding you close and kissing your shoulder. “I think the boxers are white. Could be black. You’re the one with working eyes, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I know, but I told what I’m wearing. Sexy and fair.”

“Ah, well . . . how about we add fun to that running list?”

You smile and nod, leaning into Matt’s touch on your neck before your lips meet. You both fall back onto the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress from the momentum. The kisses start sweet enough before they grow into something more, Matt’s hands squeezing at your waist. Your heart rate increases as things get steamier, and you moan in delight when Matt turns you around on the bed, kissing you down into the mattress. He trails his kisses down on your neck, and you toss your head back on the pillow, letting out a breathy moan. You feel Matt’s lips pull into a soft smile, his lips moving back to your. 

“We don’t have to do this tonight,” he whispers as he kisses you. “It’s been a long day. We can wait.”

“I’ve already waited this long,” you breathe, craning your neck to look at him, your fingers running through his soft hair. “I don’t want to wait any longer to be with you.”

Matt beams, the crinkles you love so much appearing at the corners of his eyes, the hazel orbs twinkling like stars before he leans in and crashes his lips to yours. 

“Just lie back and enjoy yourself for me, angel,” he whispers, his lips barely parted from yours.

“You sure, Matty?” you ask. You appreciate him taking the lead, but you don’t want him to feel like he has to do all of the work.

“I’m sure. Tonight, right now, is about me making my wife feel good.”

You smile and giggle lightly, your cheeks burning hot at him calling you his wife. Matt matches your bubbly, giddy outburst, smiling as he kisses you again. His hands run up and down your body gently, his movements loving, his fingers sending fire throughout your skin. His lips move from yours, exploring and nibbling at your neck. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, a soft moan falling from your tingling lips as his hands approach your ribcage. You moan softly as you get a new wave of goosebumps all over, his fingertips repeatedly teasing you as he moves to unclasp your bra. Your stomach flutters as he kisses you, unlatching the bra hook by hook, painstakingly slow until you feel the entire thing loosen on your chest. Matt presses gentle kisses on every inch of skin that his lips can find. When his lips reach your shoulder, his fingers ghost up your arm to pull at the loosened bra strap. As it starts to slide down your skin, you suck in a gasp, your hands gripping on to Matt. 

“It’s okay, angel,” he whispers, moving his face back up toward you. “It’s just me. I’m going to take good care of you.”

“I know,” you breathe, your heart thundering in anticipation in your chest. “I know. It just . . .”

Matt presses his lips to yours, long and slow. “I know,” he echos reassuringly. “Do you want to be the one to pull the straps down?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head against the satin pillowcase. “I want you to do it.”

Matt nods before gently pushing down your straps some more until they’re halfway down your arm and your breasts are exposed to him. He slides off the lacy fabric and tosses it somewhere to the side, his lips moving to your collarbone. You moan in delight when you feel how his large hand cups the side of your bare breasts, his simple touch sending fire throughout your body. Matt leans down, kissing your clavicle slowly, softly, and repeatedly, worshiping the exposed flesh surrounding your heart. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you,” you breathe in response, working to maintain focus as your body becomes enveloped in him and his touch. You feel yourself clench around nothing as Matt’s mouth moves over your breast, his lips wrapping around your nipple. You gasp and tug at his hair, desperately wanting him closer. His face squishes against the supple flesh as he tries to go deeper, his stubble tickling you. Matt chuckles, his lips turning up into a smile as he repeats the same movement on your other breast. His kisses and sucks work to make each nipple pert and perky before wrapping his warm, calloused hands around them, giving them a squeeze as he dives in for another kiss. 

Of all the things you could be focusing on right now, you’re enamored by the way his nose squishes against yours, passionate and intense. You’ve been in similar positions before, bodies flush against each other and lips locked in a tender and needy embrace, but this one feels exponentially better. You hold his face in your hands, keeping him close. He pulls back, needing air for his lungs that isn’t from your own. 

“Are you doing okay?” Matt swallows, brushing some hair off from your forehead.

“I’m alright,” you breathe. “You have a great mouth.”

He smiles and laughs, leaning back in for another quick kiss. 

“Oh, angel,” he coos. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

You cheeks burn hot as your legs involuntarily squeeze against his. He chuckles softly some more, his hands roaming down your sides until they get to the waistband of your garter belt.

“I think you’re still a bit overdressed, though, Mrs. Murdock,” he coos.

“I can say the same for you, Mr. Murdock,” you hum, your hands sliding down his back and over the curve of his perfectly round ass, giving it a squeeze. “It’s been left to my imagination for too long.”

“It has?” He rolls his hips into yours lightly, letting you feel through the thin layer of cotton just how hard his is.

“It has. I need visuals, my sweet husband.”

“Okay. But let me make things a little more even, first.”

You watch as he sits up on his knees, taking one of your legs in his hands. His fingers move toward the snaps on the garter belt before he gently starts to peel off your stockings. His lips are on your skin as the nylon rolls down, worshiping every ounce of flesh, sending yet another round of goosebumps and fire all along your skin. Once he is done with one leg, he moves to the other, using his teeth to pull off the garter before taking off the garter belt and repeating the same process with your stocking. 

“There,” he says as he kisses your lips, gently taking hold of your hands and pulling you up to sit, weaving your fingers together. “We’re even.”

“Seems we are,” you smile. “You still have too much clothing on you, though.”

He chuckles. “Well, whose fault is that?” 

“Mmm, I’m putting this one on you,” you smile as your hands move down the contours of his body. Your hand glides over his bulge, giving him a squeeze, delighted at the flush you make appear on his skin as he sucks in a breath. “Can you take these off for me, Matt?”

“I’m not quite finished with you, you know,” he breathes, lust hooding his eyes. 

“I figured. But I want you to feel good, too.”

“Trust me.” He moves his hand between your legs, slipping his fingers under your panties and into your slick heat. Your mouth falls open, a stuttered moan filling the space between your bodies as he plays with you, stopping you in your tracks as you rub him. “You’re making me feel all kinds of good, sweetheart.”

After a few beats, you’re able to get your bearings. You lean forward, attaching your lips to his neck as you work to mark him up as yours as you palm him. Matt keeps up his work with his fingers, breathlessly praising you for both of your actions. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he pants. “Shit, your hand feels so good. So good at making me so hard for you. Such a good girl for me.”

His other hand slips around your waist and down your back, getting a handful of your ass and squeezing the flesh. “Let me take your panties off, sweetheart. Let me put my face between those legs.”

“Will you take your boxers off for me?” you murmur into his clavicle as you move your lips up to his neck, gently sucking on a spot that you know drives him crazy.

“I’ll give you all of my underwear if you let me taste that pussy of yours.”

You giggle, moving to kiss him deeply as he leans you back down on the mattress, his fingers moving out from your underwear and to your hips. He pulls you toward him, and you get the hint to lift your hips to help him slide the fabric off. True to his word, Matt slides off his own boxers and you see him completely bare. It feels like your eyes bug out of your head as you take him in, lying back on your elbows. He’s large, for sure, and he looks thick. Not that you have anything to compare him to from personal experience, but, he’s truly a sight to behold.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, partially amused, the other part very sincere. 

“Oh, I’m good,” you muse. “Wow.”

Matt laughs, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Thank you,” he smiles, guiding you down on the mattress. “You’re pretty ‘wow’ yourself there, angel.”

He continues to place scattered kisses down your body, and you moan softly as he does. When he kisses at your belly button and inches lower, you swallow hard, his lips making you warm and tingly. Matt’s kisses are slow and deliberate, lingering on different parts of your skin where you don’t want him to focus on. Finally, Matt moves his mouth to hover over your exposed core, and he lets out a long, warm breath over your dripping folds. You whine at the teasing sensation, your hips bucking toward him, and you see Matt grin devilishly before you feel his hands on the inside of your thighs and his lips on you.

You cry out, your back arching as your thighs try to close around his head. Matt’s fingers squeeze into your flesh, keeping them open as he hums in delight. He was right when he told you about his mouth earlier. His tongue laps up everything that drips out of you, his plush lips wrapping around your clit. You start to squirm a little in delight, but Matt slides his hands over your skin to your hips to hold you in place before he pulls his head up.

“You taste so fucking delicious, (Y/N),” he breathes, his mouth glistening as he tries to lock his eyes on yours. “I’m going to keep going, and I’m also going to slide my fingers in. Tell me if you need me to stop, and let me hear every little moan and breath that you make.”

“Matthew . . . Fuck, Matty,” you say softly, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. He hums in delight, keening into your touch. “You’re being so good to me.”

“Well, happy wife and all,” he smiles, kissing at the fold of your hip. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you let me eat you out so you’re nice and ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” you swallow, your heart pounding in eagerness and excitement.

Matt smiles, kissing your thigh once more before gently spreading your lips with his fingers, trying to keep his gaze upward as he licks you. Your jaw drops at the sight and the sensation, throwing your head back on the pillow and moaning in delight, one hand squeezing your breast as the other stays in Matt’s hair. Matt hums, and the vibrations only help with the sensations, rippling like shockwaves through you. The ministrations of his mouth only grow more deliberate, throwing you for loop after loop. You practically scream in delight when you feel Matt carefully prod one, and then two fingers in you, curling them deliciously against a spot inside of you. 

“You like that, angel?” he teases against your puffy lips, and the soft kisses he presses to your surrounding skin make you feel absolutely insane with pleasure. 

“Oh my God,” you breathe out fast as he continues to curl his fingers. “Oh my God.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you confirm. 

“What do you like better? My mouth or my fingers?”

“Don’t know,” you moan, feeling the pleasure build through your body. 

“You don’t know, angel? But you’re so smart. You’re my smart girl. My smart, beautiful wife.”

Between the praise and the sensations, you can’t form a coherent sentence. It’s like everything you could possibly say, even the most basic of words, have fallen entirely from your brain and everything is just focused on Matt’s body between your legs and his velvety voice.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he coos softly. “Use your words for me, honey. Which do you like better? My mouth or my fingers?”

“M-Mouth?” you stutter, even as his thumb presses on your swollen clit and you moan in delight. 

“My mouth?” 

“Y-Yes.”

“Didn’t sound too convincing. Let me see . . .”

Matt’s mouth is back on you as his fingers continue to pump and curl between your legs. You swear you could levitate off the mattress. You desperately wrap around Matt, your legs squeezing his head so tight you’re afraid it might pop off, your fingers tugging at his hair. He thoroughly enjoys himself, moving his head from side to side on you and eating you out like you’re his first meal after five years in the desert. You feel a strong tightness grow in your abdomen as he continues and your heart races. Matt moves his left hand up and laces his fingers with you, giving you a gentle squeeze as you teeter a dangerous line. It’s like your desire for him just increased ten times more than what you already feel; you want him, and you want to make him feel good like he’s doing to you right now. With a swift movement of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, you feel something snap in you as you cry out at the top of your lungs, your entire body spasming as you come around Matt’s fingers and on his face. Matt tries to get his face deeper in you, licking you clean and taking everything you offer him before pulling back and kissing all over your skin.

“I’d say you like my mouth better,” he pants with a smirk, letting you watch as he licks his fingers clean. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

You’re incredibly blissed out and completely entranced by him, but you nod, pulling him down for a kiss. 

“I’m stellar,” you breathe as he pulls back from the kiss. “That was . . . You’re . . . I love you, Matt.”

Matt smiles more, and you’ve never seen him glow quite like he is now. Sure, he was radiant today, but now there’s a little layer of something extra on him. “I love you too, (Y/N).”

He pulls you in, but whatever switch turned on in your brain while he was between your legs with his fingers locked with yours now has a voice shouting in your head that you can’t quite ignore telling you to take control. 

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Matt breathes, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he follows where your hands guide him on the bed. 

“You told me to lie back and enjoy myself, and I did,” you say as you move to straddle his lap. “Now I’m going to ask you to do the same.”

“Are you sure?” He looks surprised, but incredibly turned on at the same time. “You know you don’t need to. I can keep—.”

“Mm, I know,” you nod. “I want this. I want to do this. Is it okay with you.”

“Yes,” he breathes, totally enamored as his hands glide up and down your thighs. 

Taking a deep breath, you grab Matt by the base of his cock, holding him straight and lining him up with you so you can sink down on him. You moan at the sensation of him. He feels just as large—perhaps even larger—then you could have ever imagined. Matt closes his eyes and throws his head back, moaning in delight. It’s so hot to hear him make those noises, you just want to keep pulling them from his throat. 

“G-Go slow,” he instructs, a flush spreading on his chest. “Take your time taking each inch, sweetheart. Go slow and listen to your body.”

You nod, listening to his advice and take him carefully, the stretch and burn both painful and delightful. You swallow hard when you get all the way down, letting yourself take in the full feeling of him and how you stretch around him. Matt’s hands glide up your thighs, going up over your curves to your waist. His fingers spread and trail in front of my stomach, and you can feel him graze against where his cock is in you before they slide back down to settle on your hips.

“You okay, angel?” he whispers. 

“I’m okay,” you tell him. “You feel so amazing, Matty.”

“So do you, angel.” 

Slowly, you start to roll your hips back and forth to give way to some of the friction and pressure, needing to feel him. Your mouth drops and you start to moan, his thick cock tickling every last nerve ending between your legs. Matt’s fingers dig into your hips as he helps guide you along.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he breathes breathlessly as he licks his lips. “So good f’me.”

“You like that?” you breathe as you gaze down on him, and he nods vigorously. You smirk and place your hands down on his rock hard stomach to help you for your next move. “Then I think you’ll like this.”

As you roll back to the center position, you start to push up on your knees, slowly bouncing on his length. You moan louder as you feel the drag on his cock against your velvety walls, feeling how he almost falls out of you before you sink back down. 

Matt looks like a mess, for a lack of a better word. A deep pink, nearly red flush all over his skin as he starts to sweat, desperately trying to focus and hold on. He swallows hard, and you can see his Adam’s Apple bob. 

“Matt,” you hum. 

“Don’t stop,” he pants, the muscle in his jaw feathering. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m . . . ‘M close.”

Your rhythm slows as you lean down on top of him and kiss him deeply. Matt’s arms wrap around you and pull you close, rolling you on the mattress so he’s on top. As his lips stay on yours, you can tell he’s trying to control his hips to prolong our activity.

“Matty,” you pant. “Matty, harder. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel you cum in me.”

He’s a groaning, blubbering mess as his hips start to ram into you, a very distinct wet sound along with that of slapping skin filling the bedroom walls. The mattress squeaks while the headboard hits the frosted glass behind the bed, and you can’t help how your fingernails claw angry red lines down his back. Your knees hook onto his hips, creating a deeper angle—once his hits the very back of you, you moan and scream out as your body trembles in pleasure as Matt does the same. Matt groans, punctuated thrusts of his hips moving to get himself as deep as possible in you as he unravels and you feel is hot cum fill you up.

Matt holds you in his arms, both of your bodies covered in sweat as your breathing starts to even out. You close your eyes, swallowing hard as you stroke his hair, getting lost in his hold. Matt just hums, his lips kissing wherever they can find purchase. 

“I can last longer than that, I swear,” he breathes, and you both chuckle.

“You don’t need to worry, Matt,” you smile, your fingers trailing down the line of his back. “I’ve left you high and dry for about a year and a half.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.”

“Us making out and and sometimes grinding against one another on the couch after too many drinks isn’t the same as what we just did, nor is you having a wet dream when we’re asleep.”

“No, they’re not,” he smiles. “But you’ve always given me everything I needed.”

Matt presses a long kiss to your lips before he sits up on his knees, continually kissing your knuckles. 

“I’m going to be back with a towel for you, okay?” he breathes, kissing at your fingertips.

“Stay,” you ask. “Stay here in bed with me.”

“I should clean you up.” 

“Please, Matty?” You give him a puppy dog pout, knowing that even though he can’t see it, he sure as hell can sense it. 

“Fine. This time.”

You smile as you slowly pull him toward you, his lips meeting yours before he lays down next to you and you curl into his chest. 

“Matt?” you start softly, a voice growing in your head louder and louder until you can’t ignore it any longer. 

“Yeah, angel?” he responds, his voice gravely. 

“Was . . . Was it worth the wait?”

He turns his face toward you with the sweetest smile on his lips. “It was more than I could’ve hope for.” He brushes some hair off your forehead. “Do you think it was worth the wait?”

Your fingertips trail down his chest, drawing little patterns on his skin as you look at him. “I do. I do. It felt right. Extra special.” You cringe and chuckle.

“What?” Matt smiles.

“I sounded so sappy and old-fashioned!” you laugh, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“You’re not wrong, though. It was amazing. And I can always say that the first time I was with you, it was on the happiest day of my life.”

“Now you sound sappy and old-fashioned.”

You chuckle together, and you hum in delight when you feel his lips press a prolonged kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you,” you murmur back, the sleep starting to settle into your body. “Can I let you in on a little secret, Matty?”

“Of course. That’s what husbands are for.”

You smile from ear to ear as he kisses your forehead. 

“I’ve got about twenty of little sets like that. And that’s not including slips and other things. I mean, you’ve felt the slips before. I’ve been building up a little stock since we got engaged.”

Matt hums, running a hand up and down your back. “Then it’s a good thing we’re home all week for our honeymoon so we can cycle through those outfits. And I promise, you’ll see just how long I can last.”

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⤹ NAVIGATION.

🫀 -> comfort for the aching hearts

🔥 -> Smut/explicit sexual content (18+ MINORS DNI)

🌻 -> Fluff

💧 -> Angst

🪐 -> All fics set in the universe of my longest and ongoing work Foreigner's God

⤹ ONE SHOTS:

☽ Sleep [matt murdock x reader] 🫀

✑ she can’t sleep and he’s there to make sure she’s alright.

☽ Costumer Service [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥🫀

✑ after a rough day at work, you lash out at your boyfriend. matt being matt, he makes it his mission to give you what you need to relax.

☽ Late Night Talking [matt murdock x fem!oc] 🌻🪐

✑ eliza has the weirdest questions on her mind in the middle of the night. three times she wakes up matt to answer her questions and the one time matt wakes her with an important question.

☽ Spiders [matt murdock x fem!reader] 🌻

✑ matt finds a spider in the house and he refuses to kill it so his girlfriend has to step up to do the job. she hates it as much as he does.

☽ Long-distance [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ Matt buys you a long-distance remote vibrator so he can play with you while he’s away – but there is a twist! He has one too, and he wants you to play with him while he plays with you. All over the phone, no touching. You can’t say no to that offer.

☽ Gifted Kid Burnout [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ she’s exhausted, burned out and he wants nothing more than to help her.

☽ Stay Quiet [matt Murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ porn without plot in which Matty fucks you in the office (and Foggy gets traumatized for life)

☽ For You [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ request: prompt 78 — loss of virginity (exactly what the prompt says it’s gonna be)

☽ Pointless [matt murdock x female!oc / matt x reader] 🌻 🪐

✑ song fic based on Pointless by Lewis Capaldi — a glimpse into how Matt views their relationship. (Part of the FG series, but no names are used)

☽ Ease The Pain [matt murdock x reader] 🔥🌻 🫀

✑ Matt helps to ease your period pains.

☽ Daddy Issues [matt murdock x reader] 💧🫀

✑ you flinch when Matt raises his voice for the first time and he learns about your daddy issues. Not the sexy kind.

☽ Angel On The Roof [matt murdock x reader] 💧 -> TW: SUICIDE

✑ Mental illness is silent until it isn’t, but then it’s often too late. Or, Matt accompanies a troubled stranger home on a couple of occasions, not realizing what he’s truly feeling until she’s already lost the battle against her own mind.

☽ Angel On The Roof (Your Version) -> Request; TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM but with a happy ending!

✑ What if Matt’s word did manage to talk you off the edge and you find a way out of the dark hole that is depression? This is ‘Angel On The Roof’ from your POV with a happy ending.

☽ Useless [matt murdock x reader]

✑ Matt finds you during a depressive episode and he takes care of you. 💧🫀

☽ Promise Me [matt murdock x ofc] 🪐

✑ Foreigner’s God One-Shot — tender moments shared at night

☽ Good Boys Deserve To Be Taken Care Of [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

✑ Matt looks good in the mornings. He always looks good, but the object of your attraction lies a bit lower this time, and you want to worship him like he deserves. (Or, an ode to Matt’s beautiful ass and the attention it deserves.)

✑ Part 2 to this can now be read here.

☽ Are You Okay? [matt murdock x reader] 🫀

✑ Sometimes it takes just one question or one person to make your shitty day less shitty.

☽ Back To December [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 💧 TW: DEATH

✑ Everything and everyone eventually slips through Matt Murdock’s fingers, and he doesn’t manage to save you in this one. (Hurt/ no comfort)

☽ Narcissist [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 💧🫀 TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE

✑ Trying to catch a break from your abusive boyfriend, you find yourself seeking refuge and a drink at Josie's in the middle of the night. It's where you bump into Matt Murdock, a charming stranger with the promise of a night of fun. After taking you home with him, it doesn't take him long to discover the dark nature of your need to escape.

☽ Honest Mistake [matt murdock x reader] -> Request 🌻

✑ After a night at Josie's, Foggy spends the night. When Matt wakes up the next day to kiss you good morning, he soon realizes that it's not you who is lying next to him but rather Foggy himself.

☽ Tupperware [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ A conversation about kitchen supplies takes an unexpected turn…

☽ Matilda [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ You tried moving on from your past, but some things still haunt you. Matt is there to comfort you and tell you that sometimes, it’s okay to just let it go, even if it’s your family.

☽ Brother [matt murdock x sister!reader] l -> Request 💧

✑ After an argument with Matt about something that seems so stupid now, you get kidnapped by a human trafficking ring and he has to save you, his sister, before something worse happens. He finds you battered and bruises, but at least you’re alive. (This is solely x sister!reader, nothing more)

☽ WORDLE [matt murdock x ofc] 🌻 🪐

✑ Eliza and Foggy play Wordle, and it soon turns into a very competitive game.

☽ Please, Be Okay [matt murdock x reader] 🫀💧

✑ When Matt doesn’t answer your texts or calls like he usually does, you start to expect the worst…

☽ You’re Losing Me [matt murdock x reader] 💧 -> Request

✑ Based on “You’re Losing Me” by Taylor Swift. You and Matt have a fight and you throw him out of the bedroom with a decision to make. The question is just, is he going to give up on you and prompt you to leave or will you two manage to fix what’s broken?

☽ Feisty [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt decides he has to show you your place after you two have an argument.

☽ Sub Space [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌻🔥 -> Request

✑ After particularly rough sex with Matt, you find yourself lost in sub space and he takes care of you.

☽ Slipping Through My Fingers [matt murdock x teen!vigilante!reader] 💧 -> Request (Not a ship fic!) TW: Death.

✑ You get caught by yours and Matt’s enemies and he can’t save you.

☽ Naughty Girl [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Messing around with Matt at work leads to an unwelcome interruption and your naughty side coming out, which Matt is not happy with…

☽ Cruel Revenge [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt decides to mess with you at work this time when Foggy and Karen come to visit… (kind of a part 2 to Naughty Girl)

☽ Sweeter Than Fiction [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ You decide to learn Braille and buy a rather… unconventional book to put your knowledge to the test, and Matt gets suspicious about why a book gets more attention than he does (and gets you wet)

☽ Just Let Me Love You [matt murdock x f!reader] 💧🫀

✑ You're struggling with your body image. Matt comforts you.

☽ Focus [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ Matt blindfolds you after you ask him to show you what it feels like to experience an orgasm blind.

☽ Is It Over Now? [matt murdock x neutral!reader] 💧

✑ inspired by “is it over now?” by Taylor Swift. Matt cheats on you and you deal with your thoughts. Slight Frank Castle x Reader and Elektra x Matt. (Warning: Matt slander. This is from the POV of someone who had their heart broken. Beware.)

☽ New Year’s Day [matt murdock x neutral!reader] 🌻

✑ Inspired by many Taylor Swift’s discography. You recount your relationship with Matt as he asks you an important question on New Year’s Eve.

☽ Sensory Deprivation [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 -> Request

✑ You help Matt focus after the world gets just a little too much.

☽ Up Against The Wall [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ PWP. You and Matt do it against the window after you pissed him off. That's it.

☽ Unicorns Need Love Too [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌶️ (semi-spice)🌻

✑ You’re ovulating, and your hormones are not taking it easy on you. Matt is there to help. Kind of. He’s a little shit.

☽ S.M.S [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ Soft Morning Sex with Matt Murdock.

☽ Interview With The Vampire [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥🧛💧

✑ You are the first journalist to interview Hell’s Kitchen’s resident vampire vigilante after he requested you personally to tell his story. (…) As it turns out, interviewing a vampire is a lot more complex than you expected it to be, and Matthew Michael Murdock has set his mind on ruining you for any other man to come.

☽ Tumb v Printer [matt murdock x reader] 🌻

✑ You’re clumsy, and Matt is worried about you. Especially when you cut your thumb on the inside of a printer.

☽ Burden Me [matt murdock x reader] 💧🫀 TW: suicidal thoughts & depression

✑ You’ve been having a very hard time lately, but when Matt walks in on you breaking down and crying, he’s there to comfort you and urge you to finally talk about the thoughts that sometimes come to haunt you.

☽ What if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy? [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

✑ you fantasize about Matt in the shower while he’s still at work only to find him suddenly right in front of you, ready to help you take care of your little problem.

⤹ ON-GOING SERIES:

☽ Foreigner’s God [matt murdock x fem!oc] 🪐 🌻 💧 🔥 ⇛ official tag is #foreigner’s god, if you want to search my profile! you should find all the chapters, previews, snippets, thoughts, etc. listed in chronological order.

☽ Total Eclipse Of The Heart [matt murdock x f!vampire!reader] 🔥🩸 ⇛ Part 1, 2, 3… ⇛ DARK FANTASY (dead dove do not eat) so you know what you’ll sign up for when you click the link. this shit filthy as hell. read at your own risk.

☽ Do No Harm [matt murdock x f!reader] 🌻 💧 🔥 ⇛ Doctor!Reader, slow-burn series

☽ Carpe Noctem [vampire!matt murdock x f!nun!reader] 💧🔥🩸 ⇛ Dead dove don’t eat, dark fantasy, no happy ending and a little bit of insanity…

⤹ HEADCANONS:

☽ Going on vacation with Matt Murdock [matt Murdock x afab!reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ what it would be like to go on vacation with our dear Matthew and his heightened senses (he really loves us in this one)

☽ Totally random Matt Murdock headcanons that keep me up at night [matt murdock x reader] 🔥 🌻

✑ some headcanons (6, to be exact) that keep me up at night

⤹ THOTS & BLURBS:

☽ Going to Fogwell’s with Matt… [matt murdock x f!reader] 🔥

☽ Switch!Matt thots [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

☽ False God By Taylor Swift Thot [matt murdock x reader] 🔥

☽ Sub!Matt thot [matt murdock x reader] 🔥

⤹ EVENTS:

☽ Kinktober 2023 (Matt's Version) [matt murdock x afab!reader] 🔥

☽ Lizzi’s Valentine’s Special & Follower Celebration -> Introducing: The Vault 🔥 🌻 💧

[kitkatpadywaks]

Recommended Fics

Fics/One-shots I liked.

Key: 🔥Smut - 💢Angst - ❤️Fluff - 💀Dark Themes - 💕Slow Burn - ❤️‍🩹Hurt/Comfort - ✔️Complete - ❌Incomplete

Last Updated: 19th October 2024

✔️❤️‍🩹🔥Kinks and All by @babblydrabbly - (Harley Quinn x f!reader x Rick Flag)

❌💀❤️‍🩹 Eternally Yours by @a-reader-and-a-writer - (Vampire!Rick Flag x Vampire!Reader)

💀💢🔥LOVE HURTS by @coweye - (Rick Flag x Reader)

💢❤️Already Married by @darling-i-read-it - (Rick Flag x fem!reader)

❤️💢💀🔥free ground by @foli-vora - (Rick Flag x medicf!reader)

🔥danger! high voltage by @foli-vora - (Rick Flag x metahumanf!reader)

🔥HOT TO GO by @seancekitsch - (Adrian Chase x Reader x Rick Flag)

❌💀🔥💕 when you become untouchable by @starforgedthor - (Meta-Human!Villian!Reader x Adrian Chase)

✔️💢💕 today i bury you in me by - @the-darklings

✔️💢He's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed by @kaznejis - (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader)

❌🔥💢Your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you by @kaznejis - (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader)

we're hanging on by a heartbeat by @kaznejis - (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader)

❤️‍🩹Comfort in the Darkness by @awkward-walking-potato - (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader)

❤️magnetic field by @flowersforbucky (erik lehnsherr x reader)

🔥❤️Healing Touch by @librababe99 (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

🔥Teacher's Pet by @comicbookslut (Charles Xavier x Reader)

🔥Kinktober Day One (Clothed Sex) by @comicbookslut (Young!Charles Xavier x Reader)

🔥❤️Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? by @lokidjarin-7567 (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader x Charles Xavier)

❤️🔥New Tricks by @thevillainswhore (Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

🔥Revenge Sweeter Than Honey by @thevillainswhore (College!Bucky Barnes x MILF!Reader)

🔥❤️change of pace by @nickfowlerrr (beefy!bucky barnes x curvy!reader)

🔥Kinktober 2024: Day 5 by @rootedinrevisions (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Almost Kisses by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Beautiful Mess by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

In Another Life by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Of Black Ink and White Lilies by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Of Heroes and Heartstrings by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️How I Met Your Father by @brunchable (Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

❌💀❤️🔥💢Winter King by @brunchable (King AU Bucky Barnes x Out of place Queen Reader)

💀🔥Captivate Me by @brunchable (Stalker!Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

🔥Fri(end)s by @buckymorelikefuckme (bucky barnes x fem reader)

🔥Bucky's Second First Time by @eufezco (Bucky x fem!reader)

🔥Silent In the Library by @soelstress (Bucky Barnes x female!reader)

🔥❤️love language by @flowersforbucky (bucky x avenger!reader)

❤️Every Part of You by @anonymityisfunwriter (Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader)

❤️can you watch my boyfriend for me? by @jiarkives

🔥Water Proof by @vivwritesfics

❤️🔥Stay by @jobean12-blog (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

🔥the night trilogy by @thyme-in-a-bubble (bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader

🔥the abandoned tie by @thyme-in-a-bubble (matt murdock x secretary!reader)

✔️❤️‍🩹🔥Don't bet on it by @hollybell51 - (Castiel x AFAB!fem!Reader)

❤️rest your eyes by @perseephoneee - (castiel x reader)

✔️🔥"If you will have me, I am yours." by @gilverrwrites - (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader)

✔️🔥Takeout Tuesday by @gilverrwrites - (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader)

✔️🔥Salt n' Lick by APerfectGrace (AO3 - Castiel x Reader)

✔️🔥close call by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

✔️❤️bioluminescence by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

✔️🔥pretty fixation, wicked temptation by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

✔️💢🔥Unravel Me by @thoughtsofedin - (Diego Hargreeves x Hargreeves!Reader)

✔️💀❤️If I Can't Have You by @watchstarscollide - (Homelander x Reader)

✔️💀❤️‍🩹🔥Guilty Pleasure by @blindmagdalena - (Homelander x plus size f!reader)

💢❤️colourblind by @come-on-darling-honey (paul lahote x reader)

[outoftheseine]

- MATT MURDOCK FIC RECS -

(here is to my favorite lawyer by day and vigilante by night)

brief note: most fics contain canon trigger warnings (blood, violence, death, assault etc.) so please be aware of them.

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

please don't be mad • matt murdock x fem!reader all i need is you

↳ by @chvoswxtch (angst, smut)

matt murdock x age gap!reader

↳ by @multiharlot

15 ways to love matt murdock • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS/HC'S

strawberry rhubarb • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (blood, torture, forced nudity)

these broken things • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, mentions of murder and blood)

steal my warmth • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @devils-dares (very fluffy)

discordant • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (angst, sex trafficking)

always here • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @blackshadowswriter (hurt/comfort, angst, nightmares)

like real people do • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (angst, hurt/comfort, nightmare trope, tw: panic attack, mentions of trauma and child abuse)

jealousy • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @devils-dares (jealous!matt, allusions to smut)

care packages • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @chvoswxtch (very fluffy, mentions of violence)

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) • matt murdock x afab!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (oh very sweet, smut, virgin!reader)

green is the color • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, but happy ending, reader is insecure of her relationship with matt)

angel • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @peterman-spideyparker (so much angst :(, death)

sincerely, anxiety • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings (so fluffy, i related too much)

never an ear strain away • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amchapel (fluff, honestly i smiled a little too much while reading this)

it's in the details • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @onewholikesthings (fluff)

you are in the kitchen humming • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @shadesofsteve (veryy fluffy, a little hurt/comfort)

always so good with the kids, and kids absolutely love him • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @yarrystyleeza (this was so sweet :'))

the comfort of your relationship • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @slightlypossessed (so much fluff, i love soft fics like this)

small acts of kindness • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (fluff, mentions of sensory overload and anxiety)

thinking about • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdocksluvrr (such a cute drabble, fluff)

halo not included • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @undiscovered-horizon

more • college!matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (smut, virgin!reader)

without you • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @foli-vora (so much angst, can't wait for part 2!)

bruises • matt murdock x gf!reader

↳ by @goldustwomun (angst, injuries, blood, fluff, hurt/comfort)

first of many • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @coalix (smut)

what's your middle name? • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @thegingerwriter (fluff and smut)

make amends • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @honeycombstrawberry (assault, angst but fluff, hurt/comfort)

again and again • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms (angst, blood, comfort, fluff at the end)

"i no longer know where i end and you begin" • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (this was so so cute and comforting, just fluff)

tracking the devil • matt murdock x enhanced! reader

↳ by @mattmurdocksscars (angst, injuries, ex lovers)

wanting • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @coalix (i LOVED this, angst but happy ending)

afterglow • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (so. much. angst but happy ending)

stray • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (fluff)

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Have a college matt murdock x reader request.

You are still a virgin and have your first time with Matt, he is totally loving and careful but then he loses how good you feel and gets rougher which doesn't bother you because it is the best night you have had.

hii, I LOVED writing this SM😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

first time (matt murdock x fem reader)

wc || 1.3k

warnings || 18+ only. fingering, p in v sex, some praise dusted in. no use of y/n. minors dni

masterlist + rules

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You and Matt were hanging out on your bed, laying down while listening to music as you chat about your week. It was something you did every single Friday, something that had quickly become a weekly tradition. 

With your roommate out for the night, a thought popped into your head. It was something that you had thought long and hard about, something you deeply considered.

You were comfortable enough around Matt, that you never felt awkward or embarrassed- always feeling safe to speak your mind. So you decided to say your thought outright. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows to sweetly kiss Matt’s cheek, tucking your head back into the crook of his neck. “I think I’m ready to have sex with you.” You quietly say, brushing your fingers down his arm. 

Over the couple of months you had been together, you had tried several times, but you just didn’t feel like you were ready enough. Matt would always be super sweet about it though, so you definitely knew he was worth it. 

“You are?” Matt coos, cupping under your chin to angle your head up to face him. Kissing you tenderly, smiling against your lips as he pulls part. 

“Mhmm.” You cutely hum before kissing him once more.

Holding your face as he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking over your cheeks as he brushes his lips over yours. Lifting himself from the bed so he could tuck you under him, hovering above you as his mouth caressed yours. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” You say breathlessly between kisses. 

Grinning once more against your lips, he wraps your leg over his hip, desperately wanting to feel you closer. Slowly grinding his clothed groin into yours as he kissed wet suckles along your jaw. Loosely holding the back of your neck as he pecked sweet kisses down the front of it.

His hand travels between you both and into the front of your pyjama shorts, teasing your folds as his fingers feel around your slick. He always loved the way your hips would instinctively grind up against his hand and how your breathing faltered, he actually loved everything about the way your body responded to him. 

His middle finger slips into you, gently teasing you open. Slowly starting to curl upwards, rubbing against the soft sponge. Kissing under your ear and along your jaw. 

Sinking in another finger, hooking them into you to warm you up. “I love how you feel.” He whispers into your collarbone before kissing it lightly.

“Do you need any help?” You breathlessly ask, gesturing to his semi poking into your inner thigh. 

“No-no, your noises turn me on enough.” Smirking against your neck while he hooks his fingers to rub along the spot you love.

You felt so antsy, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it off over his head as you stroke your fingers down his soft chest. Matt took that as an indication, slowly pulling his fingers from you and giving them a quick lick. “You always taste so good.” He flirts as he pulls off your t-shirt, briskly kissing along your exposed chest. Shimmying himself out of his joggers before hovering back over you. Teasingly discarding your shorts and throwing them to the end of the bed.

He could hear your heart thumping in your chest, looking concerned as he gazes at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah-yes. Thank you- are you?” 

“I am if you are.” Smiling down at you. “If it all gets too much… you tell me, okay? You tell me right away and-and I’ll stop.”

“I know.” Sweetly stroking over his cheeks. 

“Okay.” Kissing you one more time before he pulls his boxers off, kicking them off his ankles. He does the same to you, but in a much nicer way, slowly unwrapping you like a present.

Matt puts his weight on one arm as he gives himself a couple of strokes, rolling on a condom before aligning his head with your entrance. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” Brushing your lips over his, holding on the sides of his ribs. 

He ever so slowly guides his tip in, waiting a couple of moments for you to accommodate his shaft. Matt used this opportunity to listen to your body, listening to the pattern of your breathing and the way your heart stuttered, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Holding his base, assisting a little more of himself into you. You felt like the most beautiful sin, physically having to hold himself off. His heightened senses made him feel every single tingle and jolt in your body.

Caging himself back over you, tangling his hands in your hair, and giving your nose a quick peck as he gave you some more time to adjust. Easing more of himself into you. 

You knew that you may experience some pain for the first time, so you were prepared for it, but you couldn’t help the involuntary hiss at the slight sharp pain.

“You okay, baby?” Looking down at you worried.

“Yes.” You reassure him, gripping the roots of his hair.

Kissing your forehead as he backs out a bit. “Breathe in when I go back in.” He sweetly instructs.

Doing as he says, inhaling as he half-thrusts into you. Wrapping your legs over his hips, pulling his body closer to yours. Holding the back of his neck, burying your face into the crook of it. 

He starts to gently press into you, kissing your neck as a way to ease the jabbing pain inside of you. Thankfully the pain had subsided, and you could feel it be replaced with waves of pleasure.

“You doing okay?” He sincerely asks, parting away from kissing your neck.

“Mhmm. It’s just a lot.” You say between staggered breaths.

“Should I stop?” Matt asks looking worried.

“No-no! Please don’t.” You did not want him to stop, especially now as it’s starting to feel so good. “I’m okay, I promise.” Reassuring him.

With your encouragement, he starts to gently buck his hips into you, holding your face as he softly grunts near your ears. The way he whimpered made you tingle all over, much like the way you did to him.

He could tell by the way you whined his name, that you were enjoying it, deciding to test the waters and go a tad faster. Not so much that it hurt you, but just to relieve some of the pressure in his aching cock. 

“You feel too good.” He faintly groans against your skin.

“So do you.” Complimenting him with shallow breaths.

You didn’t know it, but your comment nearly made him explode right there and then. 

Wrapping yourself tighter around him as he begins to briskly push into you. 

His brain was so consumed with his own feelings, that it made him forget to ask if it was okay with you. “I’m sorry, should I slow down? Is it too much for you?” He asks soothingly.

“No, no, it’s perfect- keep going.” You whimpered.

His head hanging low, resting his forehead against yours, physically holding himself off listening to the way you spoke. “You sound so pretty right now… so beautiful.”

His thrusts became more eager as he wound his hips into yours, desperately wanting you to finish before he could. Holding your face as he pants into the skin under your ear.

“I’m close.” Faintly whining in his ear.

“Me too-“ Matt grunts in reply.

Not changing anything, maintaining the same speed as he pokes into you. The top side of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, hitting at it repeatedly.

Your walls clamp around him as your orgasm approaches, fluttering around his sensitive cock. He twitches inside of you just before he spills into the rubber. 

Calmly rutting into you as you draw out each other’s release. Moaning into the nape of his neck as he grunts into yours. 

Halting to a stop, slowly pulling himself out of you. Both gasping at the newfound empty feeling between your legs. 

Both sighing in contentment, Matt flops down onto the bed next to you, pulling you close to cuddle into him. 

“That was incredible.” You exhale again this bare chest.  “You were incredible.” Sweetly kissing your forehead, pulling the blankets up to cover you. Laying together in comfortable silence as both of your brains flood with memories of what just happened. 

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

january fic recs:

* my favourites

spencer reid x reader

cupid & psyche (s.r.) * @imagining-in-the-margins

fem!reader (she/her, afab) | first person pov/reader’s pov | angst with a happy ending, smut | nsfw | cw: virgin reader, piv sex, dub-con (both parties want it but aren’t sure the other does)

a little (major) crush @radiant-reid

fem!reader (she/her) | third person pov/reader’s pov | angst with a happy ending | sfw | cw: drinking/alcohol

unexpected twist * @radiant-reid

fem!reader (she/her, afab) | third person pov/switching pov | angst with a happy ending | sfw | cw: talk of pregnancy

intimidated @supermarvel-fics

fem!reader (she/her) | second person pov/switching pov | fluff | sfw

spencer x hot!doctor!wife * @radiant-reid

fem!reader (she/her) | third person pov | fluff | sfw | cw: injuries, stitching up a wound

spencer x hot!doctor!wife part 2 @radiant-reid

fem!reader (she/her) | third person pov | fluff | sfw | cw: nsfw mentions

eddie munson x reader

when worlds collide * @jamdoughnutmagician

fem!reader (she/her) | second person pov | fluff | sfw

baby mine * @jadeylovesmarvelxo

fem!reader (she/her, afab) | third person pov/switching pov | smut, fluff | nsfw | cw: pregnancy, non explicit sex

eddie walking shy!reader to class @keeryshouse

fem!reader (no pronouns used, reader described as girlish, reader wears a dress) | second person pov | fluff | sfw

coming out as bisexual to eddie @keeryshouse

fem!reader (no pronouns used, can be read as gn!reader) | second person pov | hurt/comfort, fluff | sfw

eddie x cheerleader!reader @be-ready-when-i-say-go

fem!reader (no pronouns used, the term girl used to describe reader) | second person pov/switching pov | fluff | sfw

steddie x reader

steve’s wife * @peppermint-toads

fem!reader (she/her, afab) | second person pov/switching pov | slight angst with a happy ending, mentioned smut | nsfw | cw: cheating (eddie thinks steve cheated on reader with him but reader is okay with it)

matt murdock x reader

angel baby @petertingle-yipyip

fem!reader (no pronouns used, can be read as gn!reader) | second person pov | fluff | sfw | cw: alcohol consumption

a second heartbeat * @of-many-fandomss

fem!reader (afab) | second person pov/matt’s pov | hurt/comfort | sfw | cw: pregnancy

skin on skin * @courtforshort15

fem!reader (afab) | second person pov/reader’s pov | hurt/comfort | sfw | cw: mentions of smut, body hair insecurities

cicatrices * @briefcasejuice

gn!reader (no pronouns used) | second person pov | hurt/comfort | sfw

tiger stripes @leossmoonn

fem!reader (no pronouns used, reader referred to as a woman and a girl) | second person pov | fluff | sfw | cw: body insecurities (stretch marks)

pegging sub!matt headcanons @stranger-nightmare

gn!reader (afab, no pronouns used) | second person pov | smut | nsfw

heaven in hiding * @mattmurdockspainkink

gn!reader (no pronouns used, afab) | second person pov | smut | nsfw | cw: oral sex (afab and male receiving), overstimulation, sub!matt, bondage

here for you @onewholikesthings

gn!reader (no pronouns used) | second person pov | hurt/comfort | sfw | cw: injuries, blood

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• In celebration of hitting 300 followers •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph presents.....

My first collab | Poppin' Cherries!

Nymph: Firstly, I'd love to thank everyone who followed me, liked my fics/shitpost/rps, commented nice things on them, and most importantly, reblogged them for others to find and enjoy! I'm passing out kisses to you all 💞💋

So, what's this collab about? Poppin' cherries, of course! And I don't mean the fruit. Be it Virgin Killers, First time, or the shy girl who wants to get rid of her virginity, this collab is all about losing it!

˜”°•.˜”°• The rules •°”˜.•°”˜

♡....You do not have to be following me to join! This collab is open to any and all creators!

♡...There is no deadline! I suck at them, so I don't want anyone to feel pressured by having one, but if you truly need one...lets just set a soft deadline for Feb 28? Duplicates of characters are allowed!!

♡....You must be 18+ to join as this is a nsfw collab. Please have your age somewhere accessible on your blog. I will not jump through hoops just to make sure you're of age. Please refer to my rules on what is an example of an appropriate age.

♡....please correctly tag your pieces. I do not want any minors interacting with me or my collab. There is no minimum word count nor a maximum one. Just please if it's over 500 words, add a readmore.

˜”°•.˜”°• How to Join •°”˜.•°”˜

♡....this collab is open to any and all fandoms!

♡...Please when sending in your ask for entry, tell me what type of entry it is (i.e. fic, headcanons, art piece, etc...), the character and if it is dark content or not.

♡....if it is darker themed, please use the appropriate tags.

♡....all characters must be 18+. No underaged characters please!

♡....when submitting your work, please tag me or use the tag #poppin cherries♡

♡...if for any reason you need to drop out, please do not hesitate to tell me. Just shoot me and ask or a DM!

♡...lastly, just have fun!! I cannot wait to see what you come up with!

˜”°•.˜”°• MASTERLIST •°”˜.•°”˜

Attack on Titan

popular!Armin x virgin!reader - @sirenh4ll

Nerdy!Armin x mean girl!reader - @kanekisfavoritegf

Bleach

Aizen x reader (DC) - @semisgroupie

Virgin killer!Grimmjow x fem!reader x Cherry chaser Ichigo - @/me

Virgin Gyuutarou x fem!reader - @bleach-your-panties

Chainsaw Man

Yoshida x reader - @plum-pompadour

Demon Slayer

Sanemi x reader - @babiefwuit

Genshin Impact

Aether x Virgin killer!reader - @myaether

My Hero Academia

Virgin killer!Dabi x reader - @keigosmelody

Jojo's Bizarre Adventures

Kidnaper!Josuke x virgin reader (DC) - @esha-isboogara

Jujustu Kaisen

Suguru Geto x reader - @zorotits

Sukuna x virgin(fem)!reader (DC) - @bakugosbratx

MCU

Virgin killer!Matt Murdock x fem!reader - @angelltheninth

Naruto

Itachi x fem!reader - @/me

[imma-devil]

M A S T E R L I S T

My Reading Library

Library

My Writing

[♤= sub reader ; ☆= dom reader]

Eddie Munson ->

Whole Lotta Love ☆

Eddie admires you and that admiration brought you from acquaintances to close friends. However, the two of you know that you feel something more. The question is, are you going to do something about it?

Whole Lotta Love | p II ☆

After Eddie and you made the choice to pass the threshold of just being friends, you must figure out where you want to end up. Eddie grapples with insecurities and struggles to voice them. Will the two of you back pedal on your actions or take it a step further? 

Paranoid ☆

An unintentional invasion of privacy leads to the reader finding something that may be the spark in their changing friendship with Hawkin’s resident rockstar— Eddie Munson.

Flirtin' With Disaster ♤

Eddie and you had been around one another your whole life. Eddie's uncle happens to be your father's life-long friend; having both been drinking buddies and coworkers. Of course, the two of you were essentially forced upon the expectation of being friends. Were you though?—not so much. What your guardians didn't expect, was for that tension to turn into something else... a disaster waiting to happen.

Carmen Berzatto

Show me ☆

Carmy and you are in a serious relationship. Carmy has gotten to the point where he knows what he wants, and that is to lose his virginity to the one he trusts. Will you show him what he has been missing out on for so long? Will you treat him the way he deserves?— Absolutely.

Steve Harrington

smile for the camera ☆

Steve "The Hair" Harrington is put to the test. Will he hold onto the mantle of "King Steve" when his girlfriend has him at her mercy from behind a camera?

John Price

use me ☆

coming soon!

...

>Blurbs<

Girls & Boys ☆♤

Oberyn Martell x fem!reader x Ellaria Sand, Matt Murdock x fem!reader x Elektra Natchios, Damon Salvatore x fem!reader x Elena Gilbert

[chxrrysangel]

“Studying”

Relationship | college!Matt Murdock x dom!reader

Warnings | 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sub!Matt x dom!fem reader, Matt’s a virgin (so so innocent and such a needy boy), protected sex (be safe y’all), oral sex (m receiving), edging, dacryphilia, Matt’s clueless but eager, breath play, budding mommy kink, many pet names, marking + hickies, some fluff

Summary | Tonight was the last time you and Matt would study together, much to your dismay. Nothing had happened between the two of you, no matter the flirting or touches. Someone had to make a move.

“See it’s quite simple actually. It’s not about the truth necessarily, but how convincing you can be. And the second you cast doubt, the ball is in your court.”

You nodded in understanding, finding Matt’s teaching to be remarkably good for someone your age. Matt smirked to himself, causing you to told your head in confusion. What’s so funny?

“By your silence, I’m guessing you understood.”

Your heart sank upon realization. You forgot he couldn’t see. Your face grew hot as you choked out a small yes. I’m never gonna live this down, what a dumbass. Matt chuckled, easing some of your horror.

“It’s alright, promise. Sometimes even I forget and end up hurting myself.” The air was much lighter in the room now.

You helped Matt pack up his things, not wanting him to leave but lacking reason to make him stay. This was your final study session and despite the light touches and flirting, nothing happened between the two of you. A familiar heavy feeling sat at the bottom of your stomach, regret. I should’ve had a better plan. Just as he was reading to leave, Matt sat back down on the bed and turned to you.

“Now that you understand everything, help me out with something really quickly.” You leaned closer, intrigued by whatever was going on in that gorgeous head of his.

“Why do you need my help when you’re just a few point behind me on the class ranking…that would indicate you understand just fine. No?”

Now’s my chance.

You put your hand in Matt’s leg, stopping at his mid thigh. Your fingers brushed the halfway point between platonic and romantic, standing delicately on the line of the point of no return.

“This isn’t about studying at all, is it?” You murmured in agreement, watching his cheeks burn at your confession.

“Not even a little.”

Thoughts raced through Matt’s head, wondering what exactly to do. The two of you had reached a point of unfamiliarity for him, not that he could say so. You reached a hand over to his face, brushing your fingers through his hair and dancing them down his neck.

“Matt, baby, do you know why I asked for you help?”

He was, for the first time in a while, silent. He shook his head nonetheless, unable to produce words. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, sending a shiver up his spine.

“I want you Matthew.” Matt’s brain was barely working at this point, to caught up in how warm and tingly you were making him feel.

“Do you want me Matthew?” Your thumb brushing against his jugular was pathetically distracting, stopping him from answering. You waited patiently, not wanting to rush him. You pushed the boundary a little further, moving your hand barely a couple centimeters upward. The shy boy gasped.

“Please,” he whispered. It made you smile.

“Please what, Matthew?”. You were teasing him now, both of you knew that. But he liked it. So he’d play your game as long as he needed in order to get relief from whatever this feeling was.

“Touch me.” His consent was all you needed go go after what you wanted. Your hand inched further up his trousers as you climbed over him, straddling his legs

“Matty, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed you. You palmed him through the thick material of his pants, watching his hips rut against your hands like a horny teenage boy. So needy.

“Can I take your pants off?”. Immediately Matt nodded, eager for whatever you were willing to give. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere on the other side of the room. Right now, you were thanking every god you could name that you never got a suit mate. You wanted to take your time, no interruptions.

Matt was acting in a way he never thought possible. From the tips of his ears to the bottom of his toes, he burned. He could hardly breathe, being sent further over the edge every time your fingertips brushed against his skin. You stared at the outline of his dick through his boxers, mouth watering. Your stomach swirled with excitement thinking about all the ways this night could unfurl, each possibility more enticing that the last. But, you’ll have to wait because playing with the eager man before you came first.

“I’m gonna take off your shirt now. That okay?” Something between a whine and a breathy yes escaped Matt’s lips, which only made you want him more. Your warm hands climbed up his abs at an agonizingly slip pace, before gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You rubbed your hands up and down his horse, trying to commit every square inch to memory somehow. Matt’s breath got increasingly short the longer you touched him. If it weren’t for the headboard behind him, his head might’ve lolled back in agony and anticipation.

You enjoyed playing with the boy before you, watching how reactive he was to your touch. You pulled down his boxers, watching his cock spring up and slap against his stomach. Fuck me god. The wait leading up to this moment didn’t seem so bad after all. Your fingers brushed along the shaft for no more that a second, causing Matt to flinch.

“You okay?” It took a moment for him to catch his breath before he answered.

“Yeah, perfectly fine.” His voice sound strained, almost like he was fighting off the urge to cum already.

You held his throbbing cock in your hands, the top red and leaking with precum. Tentatively, you licked up the underside, stopping just before the head. Matt moaned like he was touched starved his entire life, piqueing your interest. With a firm but gentle grip, you rubbed your hand up and down the shaft as you watching his reactions.

“You’ve never done this before, have you Matty?” Your tone dripped with knowing, but you wanted to hear him say it anyways.

“No,” he choked out between moans.

“Do you like what I’m doing? Am I making you feel good baby?” You licked the precum off his tip, sucking on the head for a brief moment while continuing your movements. Matt was breathing like every intake was life-saving.

“Ungh. Shit so good.” The way he could barely get the words out was your favorite part by far. He was so desperate and you loved seeing him fall apart. He didn’t even care about cursing or using the lord’s name in vain.

Matt felt his body buzzing, so overcome with pleasure that his head was cloudy. He has no idea what he was doing, just following your lead. The one thing he did know what that it felt good. Your mouth was so warm around him and each glide of your tongue made it harder to breathe. His hips rutted but you held them down. A desperate little thing he was. He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, it was that loud. You began to deep throat him, fondling his balls as he gasped and whimpered. He ached, feeling his balls tighten.

The one thing about losing a sense is that all of the others became hightened. So every brush of skin felt like setting his nerves on fire and each blow of breath gave his entire body chills. Matt was much more sensitive than the average person, you realized, which would come to be an advantage.

“Please, oh god. Please. Please,” he begged. All he was sure of was that he didn’t want you to stop. Your spit acted as lube, the slickness pushing Matt closer to orgasm.

“You wanna cum Matty?” Your hands continued stroking him as you watched him struggle to find words. Poor baby looked tapped out already. He was in for a long night then.

“Please. Need it.”

“Not until I say so. Hold on just a little longer. Think you can do that for me baby?”. He obliged to your request, as painful as it was. You knew it was torture for him and it made you feel quite a bit guilty. But the way he pleaded for release was too good to give up just yet.

His skin was on fire, or at least that’s what it felt like. He felt as though his brain might burst at any moment. You pushed his dick down your throat a bit farther, enjoying the way he struggled not to cum. He cried for release, begging you to let him cum.

“Please Angel, I want it. I’ll do anything. I’m begging you.” Poor Matt was close to tears, if not already. He wanted to be good for you, but it was harder than he thought.

You lips disconnected from his cock with a pop, earning a wine from him. The anger and frustration in his blood simmered like a boiling pot, nearing the edge. How much more he could take, he wasn’t sure. But the possibilities running through his head kept him at bay.

With mischief on your mind, you straddled his legs and began to shift ever so slightly. You knew that with the right movements you’d get him worked up to the point of being putty in your hands. Matt looked in your general direction like a lost puppy in a daze. His big brown eyes fought hard to not roll back in pleasure as you ground your hips against his aching cock.

“Angel,” he begged. He was breathless, even when not much had happened yet.

“Yes Matty?”. You were acting coy, wanting to hear him say how badly he wanted you.

“I need you.”

“Need me to what?” You ground your clit against the head of his cock, soliciting a strained moan from his lips. That, along with the combination of your lips sucking beautiful bruises into his neck, gave Matt a difficult time focusing.

“Fuck me Angel. Please.” Your teeth grazed along his collarbone, causing a chill go run up his spine. Back up his neck and towards his mouth, you hovered over his lips to tease him. Matt leaned in to kiss you and you leaned further back. He let out a breath of frustration at your denial and guilt started to eat at you.

You leaned in just as he looked ready to give up, catching his lips between your teeth and biting down softly. He responded quickly, making movements to kiss you. Matt was rather hesitant at first, trying to understand the mechanics of what was happening. But he caught on quickly, chasing after your lips like a starved man. He hands roamed all over your body, trying to memorize every roll and stretch mark to trace his fingers along again and again. He moaned into your mouth, making you want him more. If that even were possible.

In between kisses, you reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone of anything.

“Matty, you gonna let me fuck you?”

“God please.”

You blindly fished around in the top drawer for a condom, praying you had the right size. Eventually, your fingers wrapped around a certain foil wrapper you brain memorized the details of. Matt could barely contain himself as you rolled the condom on, he was that needy.

“Shh soon, just hold on ok?” The wrapper ended up somewhere on the ground, to be picked up later when you remembered. All that you cared around right now was a pretty brown eyed boy begging you to be fucked. Slowly you sank down onto his cock, watching as you both got lost in one another.

“Fuuck me,” you said in unison. He was surprisingly big, but even the pain was pleasurable.

Matt didn’t think something could ever feel so good. The way your walls wrapped around him was like heaven on Earth. All that was running through his mind was how warm your pussy felt, and they way you moaned his name with each grind of your hips.

“Fuck, Matty. So good.” He raised his hips to meet your thrusts, hitting a spot your forgot existed. Matt’s whimpers and pleads were like music to your ears.

“Please, oh god fuck.” The only relevant feeling was pleasure, and Matt wanted it to last as long as possible. Your legs were beginning to get tired, so you slowed the pace to grinding against him.

Delicately you threaded your hand through his hair, stopping just short of the root and pulled. Matt groaned in pleasure, making your throb.

“You’ve got a pain kink Matt,” you whispered against his lips.

“I guess I do.” Matt seemed to grow more confident as time passed, initiating a kiss between the two of you. His warm hand reached for your neck, his finger tips pressed against the sides of your neck. He could feel the blood pumping through your body and how fast your heart was beating. Your hand wrapped around his, pushing his fingers into your neck. The lightheaded feeling brought your body closer to orgasm. You disconnected your lips, making Matt confused.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No baby, I want you to get on top. Think you can do that for me?”

Matt was a remarkably obedient guy, so he did just as he was told. The change in position was welcome to your tired legs, and excitement buzzed through your veins. Though on top, the two of you both knew who was really in charge here. Matt took his time trying to find your entrance, bottoming out immediately like he couldn’t wait any longer.

You could hear his pained breaths as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck to kiss your shoulder. As a virgin, you knew how much of an effort he was making to last long for you. It was impressive really. Your hands found their way to his hair, stroking the strands. Matt could barely take it anymore, you made him feel too good.

Matt’s senses are at an all time high, and everything feels so sensitive. The feeling of your g-spot rubs against the head of his cock, practically pleading to him to cum for you. The memory of your moans rings in his ears. It’s all too much yet not enough. He presses his lips into your neck, biting and sucking on the skin like you did to him earlier. Slowly he begins to thrust into you, trying to find a good rhythm. He has no idea what he’s doing, so he listens to your reactions for guidance.

“Fuck Matty feels good. So fucking good. Please, need more.”

He rolls his hips into yours, praying to every god he knew of to not let him cum just yet. His strokes are slow but forceful, like he’s getting a feel for your body. Over time his thrusts become faster, his body begging for more stimulation. He wanted to somehow bind his soul to yours, connecting each and every one of your cells.

You moved your hips to meet his, begging in his ear to feel every part of him. The shy boy with shoulder-length hair he always tucked behind his ears was no more. Gone was his hesitation to be vocal. You knew your neighbors were hating your guts at the moment, but you weren’t in the least bit concerned. The world was made of just the two of you right now.

You pulling Matt’s head up by his hair with your free hand, trying to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, you knew that, but feeling close to him was everything you could ever want. The combination of your fingers on your clit and Matt fucking the life out of your body, neither of you would last much longer. The way your walls squeezed him was pure bliss.

“Matt, gonna cum for me baby?”

“Yes. God yes.”

His thrusts began to lose their rhythm as your stomach began to tighten with the edge of your climax.

“So good Matty. Make me cum. Fuck.”

No more than a few seconds passed by before both of you were crying out each other’s names in a moment of honest pleasure. Matt’s body collapsed on top of you but you didn’t mind. Your fingers curls through the sweaty strands as you both caught your breaths.

“Can we study together tomorrow?”

You laughed at his quip, kissing him on his temple and agreeing with his request.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

relax

matt murdock x fem!reader. loss of virginity/first time, nerves, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, brief painful sex, tender sex, emotional sex, communication.

a/n: i thought i’d end up writing more for this but then i didnt feel like it so im just throwing it out here now lmao

word count: 545

When he pushes into you all the air is knocked from your lungs, and you choke on a gasp. His cock is splitting you wide, bringing with it a stinging pain. It’s speared so deeply, too deeply, within you. He’s too thick, too-

“Take it easy.” His voice cuts into your anxious thoughts, soothing despite its low tone. “You’re okay. I need you to relax, sweetheart. Need you to relax so I can move.”

“You can move.” You grit out in a rush, not wanting to hold him back, not wanting to disappoint. He shakes his head, leaning down so his forehead is against yours.

“Not like this.” He’s whispering now, a gentle baritone. “You’re too tense, honey, and I want this to feel good.” He presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Can you do that? Can you relax for me?”

You bite your lip, blinking up at him, trying to stifle your growing nerves at the ever present pain in your core.

“Honey,” he says when you don’t respond, “do you need me to stop?” You shake your head fervently, holding back tears that threaten to spill over.

“Do you want me to stop?” He sounds even gentler, somehow, and it makes your chest feel tight.

“No.” You choke out, hating how vulnerable you sound. “I just- I wanna relax, I just-“

“Okay, okay, easy.” He soothes, hand coming up to stroke your hair, fingers carding tenderly through the strands. “I want you to take a deep breath, okay? Keep your eyes on me, and take a nice deep breath.”

You do as he says, sucking in a lungful of air, knowing he can hear how shaky it is. He offers you a reassuring nod as you let it out.

“There you go, honey, just like that. Keep breathing just like that.”

His eyes, though they aren’t quite focused on yours, ground you as you breathe. You put all of your concentration into those two things- Matt’s warm hazel irises, and that steady in and out. Your muscles start to relax, and Matt can feel the tension start to leave your body below him.

“That’s my girl.” He leans down once you’re recentered, lips finding that spot on your neck that always makes you whimper. “You’re doing so well for me. C’mere.”

He pulls your head up slightly so you can meet him halfway in a kiss. It feels familiar- his tongue explores your mouth the way it always does, his teeth just barely graze your lips the way he knows that you like.

You barely notice when he pulls out, just the slightest bit. His lips and praising words keep you thoroughly distracted, your cunt no longer holding him in place like a vice. You’re only made fully aware of the gentle rock of his hips when his tip knocks against that spongey spot inside you. You choke out a moan, and Matt smirks into your skin.

“There it is.” He murmurs, keeping his movements languid. The pain has melted away, leaving behind everything good- Matt’s fingers in your hair, his body above yours, his heavy-lidded eyes, his cock against your g-spot. You can’t quite breathe, like before, but it isn’t scary this time.

“I told you I’d make you feel good.”

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Virtuous Person (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Things have been nuts, but I finally have some time and pulled this out of my drafts. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You have been seeing Matt for about three months now, and you are so happy that he is in your life. Conversation is easy, you're relaxed with him, and you feel yourself. But when some kissing turns into something spicier, you confess something to Matt.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, kissing, allusions to sex (Matt does a sexy hip roll during a takeout session), reader is a virgin

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 929

You hum in delight as you slurp up your last noodle. “Ordering in was definitely the right move for tonight,” you say as you wipe your mouth. 

“I couldn’t agree with you more, angel,” Matt says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Are you finished?”

“Mm,” you hum as you get up. “But you’re not. Finish eating. I’ll take care of the trash.”

Matt gently protests, but you run your fingers through his hair, effectively using it as an off switch so he will do as you instruct. It works for a short while, allowing you to clean up the mess from dinner and allowing Matt to take a moment for himself, however brief, before he gets up to dispose of his trash and wrap his arms around you.

“I can take care of all of this later,” he murmurs into your neck. “Come and sit with me. I missed you all day.”

“Oh, you have?” you goad as you walk in step with one another back to his couch.

“Mmhm. I missed your voice, how soft your hair is—.” Matt plops the two of you down on the couch, the leather squeaking as it takes the brunt of both of your combined body weights as you sit atop of your boyfriend. “—your touch.”

You nuzzle into him, lightly pressing your lips against his cheek. “My touch like my hands and skin, or like my kisses?”

“All of the above.”

“Well, if it’s all of the above . . .” You rest one hand on the side of his face, leaning in to kiss him. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow tickles, making the embrace all the more enjoyable as he gets more and more into it. We both carefully reposition on the couch so you are off of his lap and on your own cushion, giving you better leverage for your kisses. The embraces are sweet and bubbly, absolutely blissful as you start—filled with the kind of giddy, lighthearted joy that teenagers feel when they have their first love and their first kiss. The eager excitement builds as the kisses go on, moving from more innocent embraces to exchanges filled with passion, a desire that begs to be fulfilled. Matt takes the lead, one hand cradling your face while the other rests on your waist, carefully guiding you to lean back on the sofa.

You smile as you embrace, Matt caging you in as we chase kiss after kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, deepening the kiss, causing you to moan in delight. As your heart races and your fingers rake through his hair, the kisses grow more intense, and you feel Matt grind against your hips. You hum in surprise, breaking the make out session as you pull back to look at him.

“Are you okay?” Matt pants softly, his blind eyes desperately trying to scan your face and pinpoint what’s wrong.

“I-I’m fine,” you swallow, your brows pulling together. “I-I just wasn’t expecting—I mean, what you did with your hips felt nice—like, really nice, but I, um . . . I, well, I haven’t really . . . I . . .”

Matt’s mouth gently falls open while his eyebrows rise in perfect arches. “Oh,” he breathes. “You’re a v . . .” He looks like he regrets the consonant sound as soon as it escapes his lips. “. . . virtuous person.”

You feel your cheeks flush as you close your eyes in embarrassment. “No, hey, listen!” he tries to correct.

“Can we just forget I ever mentioned it? We can just go back to kissing like it never happened, and I can die of embarrassment later tonight when I get back to my apartment.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“Please?” You hate how that one little work makes your voice crack, giving away your emotions and insecurities so easily.

“Hey,” Matt whispers tenderly, wiping away a tear that slipped out of the corner of your eye. “It’s okay.”

“Ugh!” you grumble. “It’s just so embarrassing! And it’s even more embarrassing when I have someone I love here with me who . . .” He looks at you like a sweet puppy, begging you to finish your sentence. “. . . who is the most wonderful, loving, magnetic person that I know. Who deserves, well, everything. And I can’t give him that.”

Matt dips his head, kissing you long and slow.

“You,” he whispers, softly and tenderly, packing an incredible amount of love in that single word, “are the most amazing, warm, caring person I know. I love you, too. And I never want to make the person I love feel uncomfortable in any way.”

“It’s just a really big thing for me. I don’t know why, but . . .” You shrug, feeling heat burn all over your skin. “I was going to wait.”

“Okay,” he nods, his sightless hazel eyes sparkling as he sits us up on the couch, pulling you up with him. “We’ll wait. I’ll wait for you.”

“Matt, listen, I’ll get it if you—.”

“I don’t want you finishing that sentence. I’d never be that shallow.” He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear. “If the woman I love wants to wait, then I will wait with and for her.”

“Matty . . .” you breathe. He just smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you once more before gently brushing away some tears of yours with his thumb.

“I mean it. You’re worth it. I will wait for you.”

You match his sweet smile, running your fingers through his hair. “I’m a very lucky girl.”

“I can guarantee you, angel, if anyone is the lucky one in this relationship, it’s me, because I have you.”

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FRANK CASTLE/PUNISHER - ROMANTIC

Scrapbooks and Bandaids (Frank Castle X Reader) Warnings: Injury, mention of violence, tad bit of swearing Request: … They find out the R has scrapbooking as a hobby and is really good at it and think some elements are some kind of sorcery? ...

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MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL - ROMANTIC

Confessing In Disguise (Matt Murdock X Reader) Warnings: swearing Request: ... Maybe Foggy’s trying to get him to tell the reader how he feels but since he has a total of 5 brain cells he confesses as Daredevil

No Trust (Matt X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Arguing and possible breakup Request: … Foggy knows Matt is daredevil but she doesn’t? And she finds out the hard way and thinks matt doesn’t trust her enough so she and him get into a fight over it? Once again, Love your blog!!! :)

Future Wife (Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader) Request: Could you write something about Matt meeting or dating a good Catholic girl? Like she’s a Virgin and doesn’t drink etc, and he’s just kind of taken aback because that’s rare in Hells Kitchen

Another Kiss? (Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Being robbed Request: … Matt Murdock (Daredevil) is in love with the reader but act cool, and one day he invistes her to his home and ask her to touch her face so he knows how she looks like (cause he is blind) and when he is touching her face he kiss her and tell her that he has been in love with her! Love youuu!

A Little Help (Daredevil X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of being jumped, robbed and sexual mention, violence and guns Request: … reader is in trouble (maybe some dudes saw her walking alone) and she tried defending herself (maybe she has a gun buy its slapped out of her hand) and Matt hears her screams for help and immediately goes to save her? ...

Soft Jumpers (Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of condition. Request: could you write a matt m x reader where the reader suffers from anxiety/sensory overload and her clothes irritate the crap out of her and matt lends her some soft things that he might never get back

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MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL - PLATONIC

Own Secrets (Matt Murdock X Teen!Male!Reader) Warnings: worry of gang activity Request: Could I please request something in which the reader is Foggy Nelson’s nephew and Matt finds out that he’s a vigilante, too?

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FOGGY NELSON - FAMILIAL

Own Secrets (Matt Murdock X Teen!Male!Reader) Warnings: worry of gang activity Request: Could I please request something in which the reader is Foggy Nelson’s nephew and Matt finds out that he’s a vigilante, too?

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Future Wife (Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Matt Murdock X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, DareDevil

Warnings: None really.

Request: Could you write something about Matt meeting or dating a good Catholic girl? Like she's a Virgin and doesn't drink etc, and he's just kind of taken aback because that's rare in Hells Kitchen

Matt felt his suit for any ripples before grabbing his cane and leaving his apartment.  Walking out the complex and onto the street, he felt excited, as he was going on a date with you, Y/N.

You had met Matt at Church when he was visiting. You had just stopped by to give some treats to be handed out to the homeless finding comfort in the church’s walls. The Priest introduced you to Matt, and you offered to walk him home. In that short walk, Matt learned a lot about you, and you learnt a lot about him. You learned you were both Catholic. At first Matt thought you were just brought up Catholic and that you didn’t follow many of the rules of the religion, but when he accidentally said Hell, you gave his arm a slap, telling him off. Seeing you were a genuine good person, he decided to offer you a date. You took it happily, and that’s where you are now.

You’d been on a few dates with the man. In that time, he learnt you didn’t drink alcohol when asked about wine by a waiter, and when he asked why you were single, you simply said men tended to leave when they found out you were saving yourself for marriage. He could hear your heartbeat and knew you were telling the truth.

He quickly realised you were something to cherish. A Catholic woman who actually followed much of the bible was extremely rare in Devil’s kitchen. You were a diamond in the rough for Matt. Not only did you share your religion and views, but you also were kind, caring and funny. He could tell you were a keeper.

He was excited for his date with you, having become extremely fond of you. He had decided to meet you at a nice restaurant down the road, which is why he chose a nice suit than usual. Approaching the entrance, he could smell your perfume and a smile covered his face. You wore your perfume loosely. It wasn’t over powering and you only used one spray for both wrist. Walking in, he heard your heartbeat pick up as you stood up and walked over. He felt the warmth of your hand as you took it. “Hey Matt.” You greeted warmly. He put his hand on top of yours, letting you guide him to sit down.

He listened to you explain what was on the menu and what you recommended, and after choosing, heard you place your order before him. Like always, a soft drink, and a simple meal. He ordered and as you waited, you took great interest in Matt explaining his work day.

Through the dinner, he had countless laughs with you, the conversation never boring, and before he knew it, dinner was over and Matt had playfully fight you to pay for the whole meal. When that was finished, like the end of every date, you took Matt’s arm and he walked you home, despite you complaining it should be you doing that, since he’s blind, but Matt just shook his head and walked you.

Reaching your house, he stopped outside your door. “Y/N?” He asked you carefully, taking both your hands. You hummed to tell him to carry on. “I was wondering if you’d let me be… be your boyfriend?” He asked bashfully. He never thought he’d get nervous over something so simple, but he guess it comes when you fall for the woman of your dreams.

You let out a small giggle, before grabbing Matt’s face and pulling him down for a kiss. “Does that answer your questions?” You asked, giggling even more seeing Matt get flustered, nodding shyly. He quietly bid you goodbye as you entered your house, and he walked home, a grin never leaving his face. He couldn’t wait to tell Foggy he just met his future wife!

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Pure (Matt Murdock x Fem!Virgin!Reader)

Author’s Note: Well, everyone, I’ve strapped on my slut pants for this one. How I got this idea, I don’t know. All I know is that I had it, wrote it, needed to take a cold shower in the middle of writing it, and finished it. I think it’s even a little funnier after this last episode of She-Hulk, especially since I wrote it before I saw it. Is this self-serving? Yes. Is this also the perfect alternative fic option for me to include a gif of Bed Matt™️ when I wanted to but didn’t for another fic? Also yes. Enjoy, sluts (affectionate)! :)

Summary: After Matt overhears a conversation between you and Karen, his feelings that he holds for you already take on a new life, and his thoughts won’t rest until he sees them through.

Warnings: Fluff, mutual friends pining but neither of them know it until they know it, swearing, smut (virgin reader, nervous/excited reader, oral - f!receiving, fingering, sloppy kisses, P in V, praise kink! praise kink!, soft!dom!Matt (did I use that right?), Communication King Murdock, light corruption kink?, unprotected sex--if I’m gonna do a corruption kink, I might as well go all the way on it), cutesy cuteness because I just love seeing Matt happy.

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 5,957

Matt’s not sure what word he’d use to describe you—one single term seems impossible to ascribe. Every time he tries to think of one, it never seems to capture your essence. You’re the furthest thing from selfish, and you only want to help those around you. You’re like light, a soothing breeze on a warm summer day.

One day, he’s talking with Father Lantom, finally having taken the old priest up on his offer of a latte at a chat. When the word “pure” falls from his lips, Matt immediately thinks of you—your kindness, your laugh, your optimism, and your heart. Everything about you is pure, and only enhances every last thing that you do. 

But when Matt overhears you talking with Karen the following week, both Foggy and him up to their necks in casework, he comes to realize just how true that connotation is.

“So,” you hum, a lithe tone up-pitching your voice. “How’s everything going with you and Frank.”

Karen blushes and laughs, shaking her head as she files paperwork while you print. “We’re doing good. We went to Coney Island last night.”

“Cute. Did he win you a giant stuffed animal?”

“Actually, yeah. A giant frog.”

“That’s so sweet, I think I’m gonna get a cavity from the story. A full night just playing carnival games?”

“Well, we kind of cut it short. We went back to my place, and, well.”

It takes a second for it to click for you. “Oh.”

“C’mon, (Y/N)! You know how it is. That giddy excitement, especially when you haven’t had a chance to see one another in a long time. You get handsy with each other, he whispers something in your ear . . .”

You nervously clear your throat, and Matt can hear you nod your head as you work to organize the papers printing on the braille machine. Your heart is racing. “Y-Yeah,” you breathe. “Of course.”

Karen notices your shift in tone. “(Y/N), you have done it, haven’t you?”

“Well, um . . .”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I—,” she tries to backpedal.

“No, Kare, it’s fine. It’s just something I’ve done yet, that’s all.”

“Can I ask why?” she asks hesitantly.

Matt can hear you shrug. 

“It’s a big step,” you say softly. “And I don’t know . . .”

“Is it like a religion thing, or—?”

“No.” You pause, unsure how to explain your mentality, mortified when your brain plays a ‘What if?’ situation with the idea and your crush on Matt. “If I’m not good at it or . . . I don’t know. It’s the idea that they could just leave the next day because they don’t like me anymore or because I wasn’t good enough. I’ve been rejected for less. I don’t want that to be added to the list of reasons why. To know that they’d stay is important for me. So far, none of them have or have wanted to.”

Matt feels his heart sink while Karen shuffles, unsure of what to say. 

“I know the right guy is out there for you,” she settles on. “And I’m sure when you find him and when you’re ready, you’ll know, and it’ll be great. So great, you won’t be able to walk right.”

You let out a soft sigh; with your dating history, you’re not entirely convinced that her words are true, but you appreciate her sentiment. “A girl can only hope, right?”

He’s so caught up in what he just heard, Matt barely registers your footsteps moving towards his office. A gentle knock on his door brings him into the present and away from his thoughts. 

“I’ve got those files for you,” you say. “I can put it in the case folder if you want and you can get to them when you’re ready.”

Matt clears his throat and straightens. “I can take them,” he says with a little tilt of his head and a smile. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Matt,” you say, placing them in his open hand before you walk back to your desk. 

After overhearing your conversation, Matt can’t prevent his mind from wandering. He’s thought about maybe asking you out before, but he’s been worried that with everything he is, everything he does, he’d ruin your friendship. But now that he had overheard this conversation? Not only does he wonder what it’d be like to kiss you, but now to feel your body under his, completely at his mercy as he is the first person to explore you in the most intimate of ways, his hands being the only thing to give you support as he ruts into you, feeling you clench him tightly. Having you sit in his lap, bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth, your face buried in his neck as you moan and whine just for him. Bending you over his desk, leaning over you to kiss down your spine, marking up your flesh . . .

“Are you even paying attention to a word in saying?” Foggy says. Matt couldn’t tell God Himself the point at which his best friend and partner entered his office he’s so lost in thought. 

“Sorry, no,” Matt says sheepishly. 

“Who is it this time? That short lawyer with the curly hair heading the new GLK/H office in SoHo?”

He chuckles nervously and shakes his head. “No, not her.”

“Well, I expect the full details when you’re a little less horny.”

“Sure, Fog,” he appeases. “What’s up?”

“I have some things for the discovery on the Christiansen case. Turns out the McNeils were a little less honest than they lead us to believe . . .”

“Thanks for staying late,” Matt says, casually leaning against his office door frame, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie long gone somewhere in his office with a few buttons undone. 

“No problem, Matt,” you smile, adjusting at your desk to turn and smile at him. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“You always do more than you’re ‘here for’, (Y/N).” He pauses and licks his lips. “You know how much I appreciate you, right? Everything that you do, both for your job here and what you do outside of work.”

“Thanks, Matty,” you say softly, his words making a warm feeling spread across your skin.

He leans away from the doorframe, slowly walking toward where you sit, his hands in his pockets. “You want to get out of here? We could grab a bite, if you want.” His fingers graze over his watch. “It’s late, and I can’t go starving my favorite employee.”

You laugh, the pads of your chair gliding across the floor as you stand up and move toward him. “Don’t let Foggy hear you say that.”

“Eh, he doesn’t count. We’re partners. You’ve stepped up in an incredibly huge way since Karen started at the Bulletin full-time. Nelson and Murdock would’ve sunk without you.”

A blush burns at your cheeks as you dip your head. “You’re giving me too much credit, Matt. It’s all you and Foggy.”

Matt lifts your chin with his finger, gently urging you to look at his face, to stare at his eyes behind his the red lenses of his glasses. 

“You’re too good for everyone, you know that? Pure,” he says softly, his voice hitting a low register. “If people can’t recognize that, they don’t deserve you.”

You’re afraid that your words will catch in your throat while your heart races. “Are you saying that you deserve me?” you whisper. 

“I’d love to think I do, but, you’re far too good for me. But I’d like to stick around—find that answer out for sure.” He takes a half step closer, feeling your body heat pour onto his frame. “Tell me to stop,” Matt breathes, his voice hitting a sinful timbre as his hot breath tickles your skin. “Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Matthew, I . . .” you whisper, your lashes fluttering as you try to keep your thoughts straight.

You shouldn’t. He’s your boss. 

He’s your friend. 

But you want him. 

And he wants you. First and foremost, he wants you for who you are and how you make him feel.

You’ve never felt this before. You’ve never had your heart race so fast and your brain short circuit like this. 

“Words, angel.”

Those two words make you lose all self control as you crash your lips to Matt’s, your arms flinging around his neck, your fingers running through his hair and tugging at the strands. Matt moans against your lips, pulling you impossibly close as he leans forward to meet your kisses. Your bodies spin around, pinning you between him and the wall as you exchange passionate embraces. The metal of Matt’s glasses creak between the force of your kisses. Matt’s tongue deftly slides into your mouth, needing to taste every inch of you. Your noses smush together as Matt tightens his grip on your waist, keeping your body in place as he pushes against you. This feeling of his hips against yours is enough to send goosebumps all over your body, parting your lips in a moan that allow him to capture your bottom lip between his, his teeth tugging at the flesh. You’re both breathing heavily as you stand in the office.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Matt admits, tucking some hair being your ear. His hand gently slides down to your neck, holding onto you softly before leaning forward to kiss you again. His tongue parts your lips once more, making the kiss a little sloppy and wet. His lips are as soft and plush as a new pillow, easily clouding your thoughts and judgement.

“Matt, wait,” you stop him, your hands on his chest to create some distance between the two of you, your chest suddenly feeling too small for your beating heart.

Oh no, he thinks. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad.

“(Y/N), listen, I’m sorry, I—,” he starts, but you halt him with some soft taps to his chest.

“No, Matt. It’s just . . . Well, I’ve never . . . I haven’t . . .” You dip your head, embarrassed at the moment, just like you have felt every time you’ve gotten to this point before. Unlike the other times, however, there is so much more weighing on this for you—this is Matt. “I don’t want to just be a fling for you, Matt. I can’t be a fling. I . . . I care about you too much.”

Matt hears your heart race faster, your entire being on the verge of becoming a complete and utter mess. You’re not sure at what point you started to have feelings for Matt, but you know that they’re there and they’re strong—the fact that he even reciprocates them in the slightest is exciting and terrifying. But at the same time, you know that Matt has quite a reputation, and you don’t want to be just another name on a long list of ladies.

Matt moves one of your hands directly above his heart, holding your other firmly in his. “You could never be a fling. You’re so much more to me than any relationship I’ve had before. It’s only you. And I want to show you just how much I mean that.”

Matt’s words wash over you like warm water from your shower head, His heart beats steadily with each word, the posture of your hand on his chest a silent, wonderful reassurance that he means everything he says. You capture his lips with yours, the embrace languid and tender but absolutely brimming with burning desire. He smiles down at you after your lips part, his nose brushing against yours. “Then I guess the question is if you can keep your hands to yourself long enough for us to make it back to my place.”

The door to his loft isn’t even closed before you bring your lips back to his, pulling him by his shirt collar and into your body, snaking you hands over his shoulders and onto the back of his neck when you feel you have him close enough. Matt’s hands slide down your body and under your thighs, lifting them up around his waist. You moan in delight into his mouth, his lips moving to your neck to nip, suck, and lick at the think skin that you are all too eagerly offering him. He tosses his glasses on the table by the door as he walks your bodies from the entryway to the bedroom. Matt’s attempt to gently place you down on the mattress is skewed by his own growing desire, turning the motion into more of a toss, your body bouncing up and down on the furniture.

Matt kneels at the edge of the bed, volleying kisses back and forth on the inside of your legs. Pushing up the fabric of your flowing skirt, he gains access to your thighs, becoming a little more aggressive with his ministrations, nibbling at the skin, licking down the little stings that accompany it. You let out breathy little sighs, each press of Matt’s lips against your skin making your heart race in a glorious fashion. Each kiss moves higher up your leg, spreading new branches of goosebumps and warmth all over.

That when you feel it—an overpowering wetness between you legs, trapped in your panties. 

“Matt,” you breathe. Internally panicking that you’ve started your period far before you were supposed to, you wanted to push Matt away to save your embarrassment. But Matt knows exactly what really happened—it’s a sign of your enjoyment, your eagerness for him, your want. You really are so pure. Part of him feels guilty for making a move on you like this no matter how readily you accepted him, no matter how you both feel for one another, but the thought of being your first, being the one to tarnish that pristine virtue, to make you his, it makes him rock hard. 

His hands snake up your thighs and push them wide open, letting your scent hit through his nose, permitting through your panties. 

“Matt,” you try again, begging God above or whatever supreme being is there to spare you any further embarrassment. 

“You smell so pretty for me, angel,” he groans, brushing his nose on your clothed core. “Can’t imagine how you taste.”

Matt presses soft kisses to your clothed core, pulling a whine from your lips. 

“Your panties are so soft,” he mutters, nipping at you through the soft, thin fabric some more. “I bet your cunt is even softer.”

Dragging his lips up your panties, he grasps the hem of your underwear with his teeth, slowly pulling it down your hips and off your body. You watch the movement as Matt seductively works, and you’re shocked to find the inside of your panties void of any red color. Instead there is just a large damp spot in the middle and a long string of a clear something coming from you and to the fabric. Once your underwear is midway down your thighs, Matt uses his calloused fingers to slide them off of your body, letting the fabric pool on the floor between his bent legs and the bed. 

“I want you to tell me how it feels,” Matt whispers, his hot breath fanning across your glistening folds as his nose brushes up against the top of your pubic mound, placing a little kiss there in anticipation. “I want to hear those pretty little sounds fall from your lips, okay?”

You don’t even get a proper chance to really comprehend or answer his question. Matt’s lips are on you in a second, pressing a soft, open kiss right on a special bundle of nerves that make you moan and your heart sharply skip a beat.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he smirks, gently grazing his hands over your exposed thighs. “That feel nice, hm?”

“Yes,” you breathe, looking down at him, the sight of his face between your legs sending you absolutely wild. “Do it again.”

A devilish smile grows on his lips before he complies to your request, this time adding light sucks to the way he wraps his plush lips around your clit. You can’t help the needy moans that fall out of your mouth, keening for more attention from his lips. You can feel Matt’s lips pull into a big smile as he continues to work his mouth. He pulls away for half of a second before licking a stripe up your folds. You whine, your back arching off of his mattress while your head tosses to the side. It’s like you’re not in control of your body while Matt’s lips are on you, twisting and turning into the pleasure. Matt has to use his forearm and one of his strong hands to pin your hips down to the mattress as he eats you out like a starved man. The combination of licks, sucks, and kisses turn you into a whimpering and moaning mess. When he lightens the embraces, you think you’re getting off easily. What you don’t expect is for a finger from Matt’s free hand to lightly brush up against your glistening folds. You suck in a hiss at the sensation, causing Matt to glance back up toward you while his finger continues to move up and down. 

The sight is something glorious. His fluffy brown hair is disheveled and the tip of his nose, lips, and chin are covered in a marvelous slick from having his face buried between your legs. His honey hazel eyes are warm as they focus just to the right of you, making you feel safe as you cross a boundary you can never come back from.

“If you enjoyed that, angel, I think you’ll like what comes next,” Matt teases, his voice low with lust.

Dragging his fingers back down, you feel him at your opening. His fingers, absolutely covered in your arousal, gently push your lips open as he feels you; then, he carefully prods your entrance with his middle finger, pushing in slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and you moan as you feel him, slowly moving his finger in and out of you.

“Tell me how that feels, angel,” he urges, unable to stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss to your hipbone.

“G-good,” you exhale, closing your eyes to focus on the way that he manages to sneak his finger a little bit deeper in you each time.

“And do you like this better?” Matt punctuates his question with a curl of his finger, the tip of his digit scraping against your wrinkly walls and hitting something soft and spongey that draws an intense moan from you. A deep chuckle rolls from Matt’s lips and coats your warm body like honey. “Is that a yes, sweetheart? I need you to try and use your words for me.”

“Better,” you whine, writhing against his arm. “More.”

“More.” The way he coos my words back to you is somewhere between a question and amusement. Regardless of his exact tone, Matt carefully slides another finger in you. Rolling your head from one side to another, you let out a low groan, basking in how amazing the sensation feels as Matt manages to hit something so spongey and wonderful, increasing the pleasure with each ministration. You can’t but help the way that your toes curl and your back arches when he puts his mouth back on you. Your hand shoots towards his head, fingers tugging at his hair to keep him close. You’re an absolute mess as Matt works you, and you have no idea how or what to focus on more—his fingers or his mouth. What does begin to register, however, is a tightness in your tummy, a fluttering. You’re not exactly sure what’s going on, but you know that the longer that Matt works, the way that his touches set your body on fire, the more prominent the feeling gets.

You wine as he removes his fingers from you, his mouth kissing everywhere but where he had been thoroughly inspecting the real estate. Pushing your dress up and off your body, Matt wastes no time kissing as much of your gradually exposed skin as possible. Once the fabric is pushed over your head and off of your arms, Matt peppers kisses all over your collarbone and neck as he pulls your bra down and off, just avoiding your lips as he changes locations.

“You’re going so good, sweetheart,” he praises, his hands finding a home on your waist as he finally brings his lips to yours. “But that feeling you had? That good one in your tummy? I want to be in you when it finally lets go. Will you let me do that, angel?”

Matt barely has a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt “yes” and bring his mouth back on yours. The kiss is deep and needy, and he lets you undo his shirt and feel all over his sculpted figure. You don’t know what takes over you, but all you know is that you need Matt in every way, shape, and form possible. Matt finishes the work you started, wriggling off his white button down as he paints kisses all over your chest. His senses are in overdrive as he comes in contact with the supple skin of your breasts, his nose filling with a cocktail of your fruity body wash, your skin, and the thin sheen of sweat that has emerged on your body. While the noises you make as you move against his sheets is a beautiful symphony, the way your heart sings for him is the best thing he has heard in his entire life. Its rhythm is one of elation and tenderness—pure.

There’s that word again.

Even as you lay under Matt, completely at his mercy as the two of you engage in an activity that should pollute the very core of the term, but still manage to embody the fullest extent of the word.

As the thought crosses his mind as he brushes the tip of his nose up your skin to rejoin your lips, that’s when the thought comes to him.

You’re it for him.

“I thought I was the one who’s supposed to get flustered,” you chuckle breathily, your hand moving to caress his cheek. 

A smile pulls at Matt’s lips, bringing those beautiful crinkles out for your enjoyment. “I just want to remember this,” he explains softly before pulling you in for a lusty kiss, a moan falling from his lips into you. Matt gives your swollen and tingly skin a few more tender kisses before leaning back on his knees, undoing his belt and ridding himself of all fabric below the waist.

You suck in a gasp when you see his cock out, hard, painfully taut, and leaking. All for you. Matt shifts his weight to his left, twisting his body to reach for the nightstand. You take his hand in both of yours, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Angel, I—,” he starts, but you give his hand a squeeze.

“Matt, I want this,” you keen as you try to calm your excited breathing. Everything feels right. “I want you.” You pull him back into you, and he lowers himself over your body so his hair tuft flops in front. 

“Are you sure?” God above, is his voice so soft when he says that question. It’s brimmed with excitement, affection, tenderness, and nerves. 

“I’m sure,” you confirm as his thumb gently strokes back and forth on your cheek. The pad of his digit roams to your bottom lip, letting him feel just how soft it is. You open your mouth slightly, and Matt can’t help but slide his finger in, letting you capture it and envelope it in warmth. Now, it’s Matt’s turn to moan as he feels your tongue swirl around his finger, letting his mind wander to what your mouth would be link around his cock.

That question will have to be answered another time.

Right now, he wants nothing more than to be buried as far as he can possibly get in you.

Pulling out his finger, he presses one more kiss to your lips before adjusting himself between your spread legs. You've gotten even wetter for him, if that's at all possible, and the smell of it drives him up a wall.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay?" he tells you. "I want to hear those beautiful nosies from you, angel, but you need to stop me if it hurts and you need some time. Can I hear you promise me that?"

"Promise," you whisper, your heart racing in an out of control pace. Matt takes one of your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours in an effort to soothe you.

"Good girl," he coos. You feel a deep blush burn at your cheeks and your heart race as you squeeze his hand involuntarily. "You like that, huh? You like when I call you my good girl?" Just like earlier in the night, your brain short circuits when the name falls from his lips once more. "Oh, I think l'm gonna have fun with that," he teases, bringing your entwined hands to his lips for a kiss.

Carefully, Matt moves forward, and you can feel the head of his cock press against your opening. He pauses for a beat before he continues to press forward, making you a whimpering mess with each movement. With each gentle push into you, your pleasure grows.

"Wait," you squeak when the burning stretch becomes too much. "Hold on a second."

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Doing what I asked, using your words. Tell me when you're ready for more, angel."

As you take your time to adjust, Matt brings your wrist and forearm up to his lips, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the skin, licking down each mark he makes in an effort to soothe the sting.

"More," you swallow.

"Kisses, angel?" he smiles against your skin. "Or cock?"

"Cock," you breathe. "I want more."

Planting a kiss smack dab in the middle of your palm, Matt continues moving his hips forward slowly, letting out a low grunt as he pushes deeper in you.

"Oh, God, Matt," you moan, the sting of intrusion having turned into something only of pleasure. "Oh, so good.”

"So perfect, sweetheart," he sighs as his face controls in pleasure that matches your own. A low rumble falls from his chest when he bottoms out in you, somehow managing to fit all the way inside.

"Talk to me," he hums as he leans back over your body, kissing up the curve of your side and up and over your breasts, up the column of your neck, and finally to your lips.

"Move," you beg, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth before you press kisses up his jaw and to his ear. If that's what him pushing in felt like, you want it all. Over and over and over. "I-I need you to move."

A blissed-out smirk falls across Matt's lips before he kisses you hungrily, one hand resting on the side of your neck while the other weaves through your hair in the back of your head.

"You're doing such a good job taking my cock like that," he praises as he slowly beings to set a rhythm, the drag of his length against you unlike anything you have felt before. "Such a good girl for me, letting me spread you wide and take you. God, angel, you’re doing so good, taking me all the way like that, nice and deep.”

How Matt is forming coherent sentences is fully beyond you at this point. Maybe it’s because he’s done this before, maybe it solely something he’s doing to keep you calm as he pushes through his own pleasure. 

“So tight, angel,” he grunts, his hands sliding up your thighs towards your hips. “Oh, you feel so good. Fuck.”

You moan and whimper with each one of Matt’s thrusts, and you yank him down on top of you, desperate to feel every last inch of him against you. He groans but quickly lets out a little chuckle, thrown off and endeared by your excitement as he cages your body below his. 

“You like that, sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Y-Yes,” you moan, moving your hands along his incredibly soft skin. You paint a trail of kisses all along his shoulders, collarbones, and neck while he keeps on rocking into you. His hot breath tickles your skin as his beard brushes goosebumps all over your body while he tries to match you embraces. Matt whispers and grunts little praises into your skin, never faltering to let you know how good you’re doing for him. 

“M-Matt,” you whine, your nails digging little crescents into his back. “S-Shit! Mmm!”

“Words,” he grunts, his ability for full sentences now starting to escape him. 

“God, you’re so deep!” you cry, your eyes fluttered shut as you absorb the pleasure he gives you as your words being to slur together. “So big.”

Matt tunes into your body, listening to how the blood rushes through your veins down to where your bodies join together and your heart races. He knows you’re not going to last much longer. 

“Angel,” he pants. “Angel, it’s okay.”

“Matt!” you cry, your voice curving up in pitch. You’re so close, he can taste it—and it drives him wild. 

“I know, angel, I know. You’re gonna feel so g—fuck, that’s nice. So good for me.”

“Matt, I—.”

“‘M right here,” he assures with a kiss. “Right here. Let go for me, angel. Let me hear you.”

With a few more thrusts, an intense pleasure rips through your body, unlike anything you have felt before, and far better than what you’ve ever experienced. Your hips buck up to meet Matt’s while your legs latch onto his waist. Matt up above you is the only thing keeping you from thrashing around in euphoria. You hold onto him for dear life, your hands mussing his hair as he buries his face in your neck, moaning as he chases his own release and spills into you. He forces his hips to keep moving fast as he cums, desperate to make sure that your first orgasm is memorable, that the tremors ripple through your body long after it has past, even if it means the sensations verge on too much for him. Only once he feels you start to loosen up and your breathing begin to relax does he pull out, pressing kisses into your skin all the while his hands caress your shaking body. He hears your head roll to the side to face him as he lies down next to you. 

“Matt,” you breathe, and he can hear the blissed out smile spreading across your face as you curl your body into his.

“You alright, angel?” he whispers, kissing your forehead. 

“Amazing,” you sigh softly. 

“I’m gonna go get some things to clean you up, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You hum a confirmation as Matt gives you another kiss, carefully rolling out of bed and through the loft. He returns quickly with a warm damp towel, some water, and a pack of grapes. Putting the glasses down on the nightstand, he sits on his knees, pressing gentle kisses into the skin of your stomach, hips, and thighs. 

“Can you open your legs for me, sweetheart?” he asks softly. 

“I don’t think I can do more,” you breathe dreamily.

Matt chuckles, absolutely beaming at your happy disposition in his bed. “We’ll get you there eventually, sweetheart. But I want to clean you up. I’m gonna move your knee, okay?”

You oblige with his request, a soft moan falling from your lips as you spread wide for him, the delightful soreness reminding you of how perfectly his body fit with yours. “That’s it,” he whispers as he helps gently guide your leg open. “That’s my girl.” Matt is careful with his wipes, sprinkling kisses here and there as little reassurances. He’s extra careful when he gets to your core, knowing all too well how sensitive you must be. When he’s finished, he tosses it to the side and leans up over you to kiss you. 

“Can you sit up for me now and drink some water?” he whispers into your cheek before stamping another kiss to your skin. 

You do as he asks without another word and he hands you the glass, a gentle arm around your shoulders as you hydrate. “Can I get you anything else, angel? Do you want a snack? I can give you a little massage, if you want.”

“I’m okay,” you tell him, your mind beginning to reorient itself as you snuggle into his body. “That was . . . I don’t even know.”

“I hope it was a good ‘I don’t even know’,” he smirks. 

“The best ‘I don’t even know’,” you chuckle. “I, um . . .” You blush deeply before you mutter, “Thank you for being my first.”

Matt notices the skip in your heartbeat, the shy and scared tone of your voice, and the salty tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks.

You’re embarrassed—ashamed, even. Why?

Matt pushes your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at his face. 

“Thank you for giving me the honor. For trusting me,” he whispers, placing a light kiss on the apple of your cheek. “This is something important. Personal.”

“You don’t think . . . I mean, I . . .” you start, unsure of how to even form the question you were thinking.

“Not too many people are like you, (Y/N)—pure like you in everything that you do. I’m glad you were able to trust me with this.” Your wrap an arm around him and turn your face into his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else tonight with anyone else.” He kisses your temple. “Let me take you to dinner tomorrow,” he whispers in your hair. “Let me date you. Because I don’t want this to be it between us.”

That sentence makes you tilt your head up, amazed how he’s facing you with nothing but utter adoration. “I told you you weren’t a fling. I want the chance to show you how happy you make me, how you make me feel. Please?”

A bright smile pulls at your lips, a new wave of energy washing over you. You pull your body up, having your lips meet his, rolling on top of him. You gingerly straddle his hips with your legs, kissing him passionately as he reciprocates with just as much emotion. 

“Can I take that as a yes, or?” Matt chuckles, a deep red blush speckling his fair complexion as you carefully place your body weight on his lap. 

“Yes,” you hum, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth before moving back in and slipping your tongue in his mouth like he did to you earlier. 

“Mm, angel,” he murmurs against your lips, and you feel something begin to press against your thigh, Matt’s strong hands moving up your waist as his thumbs brush the sides of your breasts. Your heart swells with excitement and your face flushes with heat, a tingly buzz in your lower abdomen. If you thought Matt was intoxicating just by sitting at his desk doing legal work, you are simply drunk on him with his body below you like this. 

“How about we test my stamina?” you sigh between kisses.

Matt smiles brightly and kisses you with urgency, understanding that tonight will probably go longer than he initially anticipated. Even in your desire to do something so sinful, you still remain so pure.

And you’re all his.

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