#but at least they all finally have some pants on 🥳

[bluegekk0]

i wanted to draw them in modern clothes for a while. maybe a sign of a potential modern au if i ever feel inspired

[artdcnaldson]

Can we discuss Rodger PINBALL

Want to give that dork some mind blowing head

GODDDDDD 😍😍🤩🤩🤩😍🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰👍😍😍😍😍😫😩😩😩😫😫😫😩😍😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Need him to try to stay a gentleman, to be respectful while you’re relentlessly pursuing him. Even while you’re giving him fuck me eyes on a cute little bowling date he planned, even as he drives you home and you keep your hand on his thigh the entire ride. Even when he walks you to your door and you invite him in for a drink and he agrees, but just sits on your couch and sips at a glass of water.

You’re practically wearing a sign that says “please fuck me, or at least let me get to third base” and he’s being purposefully obtuse about it. You’re practically in his lap, your hand rubbing over his thigh, peering at him through your lashes.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?” You finally ask, and you swear he physically shivers.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks at you, looking like trapped prey. “Oh, yeah. Really pretty,” he insists, and wipes his sweaty palms on his corduroys.

You smile like the cat who got the cream and shift, so you’re on your knees in between his long legs, hands moving up, up, up, until he groans and cants his hips into your palm.

“You don’t have to—“

And you know that. God, he’s made that really fucking clear. But you can feel how big he is under your palm, and he’s such a fucking gentleman about not needing a blowjob that you really really need to give him one.

So you just move your fingers to the button of his pants, just manage to get the button popped and his fly down when you peer up at him. “Should I stop?”

He swallows, shakes his head. “No,” and it sounds like an admission of defeat— that his desire is beating out his morals, or his code of honor or whatever.

By the time you have your mouth on his dick, he’s leaking pre, pulsing on your tongue. You moan around him and he whimpers like he’s been wounded.

“I don’t— I don’t usually do this on a first date—“ he pants, like his hands aren’t in your hair, guiding you, encouraging you.

Whatever. You don’t think lesser of him for it. In fact, you like knowing that when you make him cum on your tongue, when he’s panting and spent and looking down at you like you hung the moon and stars, it’s something just for you.

You think you’ll keep this midwestern gentleman after all.

[callsign-rogueone]

hi liz!! how are you doing?

I just wanted to ask if you could do a halloween edition of all the girlfriends dressing up

hope you ok

hi!! I’m doing okay. long weekend this week 🥳

here are my thoughts!! I had the hardest time picking costumes for some of them that could be possible in their universe — so like not pop culture references or anything. and I added how they’d be at a party, too.

Duchess is the one hosting the party, despite it being Xaden’s house — he lets her have the reins because he doesn’t do holidays, even if they’re dark and broody. I’m stuck on what she would dress up as. her and Brennan might not, honestly, with the excuse that “they’re getting too old for this” but at the very least she’d wear a nice fall-colored dress, not her rider’s clothes. she also lets her hair down for the occasion, which Brennan likes very much.

Angel dresses up as an angel, of course. cute, peaceful, and a reference to her nickname from Garrick and the boys. it’s easy enough to put together; a little white dress and a halo. Gare is a big fan of the exposed leg and the wings she’s got on. he’s going to try to pull her away from the party multiple times that night, but Angel is too polite and too shy to leave early, so Gare is a little pouty about that.

Spark is one of those people who does not care about any holiday ever. but Liam is excited about it, so she’ll play along, because she does care about him. Her costume probably consists of a t-shirt and pants, maybe a hat or a headband, but that’s it. Plunk some ears on her, and she’s the black cat to Liam’s golden retriever. Love attempted to convince her to let her draw some eyeliner whiskers — that went about as well as you’d expect it to.

Peach, our sweet healer girl, borrows someone’s flight jacket and dresses in all black to be a rider. (Dain gets over it when he sees how starry-eyed Sawyer is about this.) Later in the night, she steals the hat from Sawyer’s costume, looking him in the eye while she does. he blushes so hard, nearly choking on his drink, but thankfully these city kids don’t know the rule: wear the hat, ride the cowboy.

Darling is hand-making treats for the occasion, obviously, because she’s extra like that. she borrows a dress and shoes from Love or Duchess and is a ballerina 🥹 (this will make more sense whenever I finally finish one of her chapters… anyway) she’s classy and practical through and through, so she’s wearing tights under. and she encourages everyone to drink water and eat some real food to balance out the alcohol and churam.

Love dresses up as a fairy (because she has Tinkerbell energy). it’s easy enough to put together — a little pastel dress (of which she has dozens) and some wings, which she can make flutter with her little wisps of air. she’d make a dramatic entrance by floating down the stairs. Dain is probably a little anti-Halloween in the sense of it being ���impractical” and “for children”, because there is no whimsy or fun allowed in the Aetos household, but when he sees how happy Love is, he’s on board. like Garrick, he’s into the dress and the wings, but he has the restraint not to drag her away from the party.

Sweetheart doesn’t want to stand out too much. she’s probably not going to dress up. or if she did, it would be something simple. maybe she’s another black cat with Spark — Liam plays that sunshine role for both of these withdrawn, “cold” girls. she hangs back at the edges of the party most of the night (with Xaden!) and watches it all unfold.

Sunny is also one that’s stumping me right now. she wouldn’t have any impractical clothes or shoes to wear, so she’d have to borrow something from one of the girls or make something herself. she spends a lot of the time bartending for the party, as she’s experienced in that. Aaric stays closeby the whole time, helping her, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. he probably didn’t dress up — he doesn’t seem very whimsical.

[kingofbodyrolls]

Hoseok fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Hoseok’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Hobi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (💜) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (ksj)(kth) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 [6k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours. 

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

⭐Ho Ho Horrible @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

⭐Watch Yourself by @boymeetsweevil [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // non idol au, pwp // 🥵

📝 It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

🗨️ Oh this was hot alright 🥵

⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K]  // jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵

⭐Two in one @here2bbtstrash [12K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖

⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)

⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯

⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K] // jhs x f.reader // dancer!au, sort of e2l // 🥵

📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨

⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K] // jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂

📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.  

🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨

⭐Make Me @violetsiren90 [16k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, f2fwb, BDSM lifestyle // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 You’ve been friends with Hobi for years, and he’s your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

🗨️ Oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯

And as a something a little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Sonic Rain [25k] @jungblue

The Retreat [19.6k] @ugh-yoongi

Fake Love [16.2k] @aquaminwrites

The Night Shift [11k] @prolixitae

The Treasured Thief [16k] @justimajin

Happy birthday HOBI!!!! 🥳💜✨

[accio-victuuri]

SDC 5 FINALE CANDIES 🍭🍬

After that fun and tiring SDC finale, it’s time to sit back and enjoy some good old cpn. As always, only for turtles and it’s okay if you don’t believe any of it. It’s not real. this is not all inclusive, i put in ones that are being talked about and a few ones that I enjoyed.

I already made a small post about Web’s apple watch and the cpn here.

Now let’s move on to the others ones.

1. Earlier in the day 10/29, It was announced that Yibo’s solo stage will be called One Love. I can’t help but link this to Guangdian’s lyric with — We are made to Love. They are both so connected to the idea of LOVE, may that be romantic or not. This is why they get along well, having the same value, having so much love to give to the people around them even to those who don’t deserve it sometimes. They are such precious boys. 🤍 Another one is it was posted that he sent egg tarts for people to taste, same with ZZ who loves to give treats to cast and crew.

2. THE UTTER SEXINESS OF 🦴 NECKLACE being displayed on his neck like that. He’s always showing off isn’t he? the relationship is stable. He also matched it with a pair of skeleton shoes. His whole outfit is also giving us flashbacks of the last event they attended together — weibo night. Little Prince in Blue.

3. Not really CPN, but just all the BXG related IDs/ profile photos sending love in the live broadcast! 🥳There are other incidents/moments related to BXGs during the show but that will require another post. Lol.

4. Same gesture of fiddling with their rings; but this us actually more sus with XZ because Web can’t sit still and has to do or touch something. Also it’s funny that the night before we were clowning about his apple watch and his ending pose for the freestyle today is him looking at his watch. Funny how these things work. How many coincidences do we need? Lol.

5. His final outfit with all the Stars in it reminds of GG’s outfit before — but the boy had to take it further and wear star pants too 😂 Yes, we know Yibo, you love stars. You are the lonely star. You are the brightest star in the night Sky for XZ.

6. Unity, Peace, Love and Having Fun! Yibo’s One Love message was so positive. I think he truly believes it tho, he’s not just someone who preaches it cause it will make him look better. Some gestures observed by fans is 5 2 0 which is kadian for I LOVE YOU. He truly loves his Kadian.

The message is also about the true Hip-Hop, it usually gets a bad rep, even street dance. Bobo said that before his parents don’t want him to take part in street dance because they see it as negative. I think this is why Yibo did this stage — and why he is so passionate about promoting it. He wants people to change their perception and appreciate it. ✌🏼

7. I don’t know what to think about this but at the start of Bobo’s stage, a red screen flashed. I mean, 99.9% it’s a glitch but clowns like us were surprised. Out of all the colors, RED? XZ’s color?

FINALLY, let’s talk about his solo stage “One Love” and what we think it could mean. 🏳️‍🌈

Again. This is speculation, that it could be related to it and we don’t know if he saw it and the slogan resonated with him.

It’s called One Love Campaign, which has been making news since it’s connected to FIFA 2022.

The initiative, created by the Netherlands, will also be supported by Belgium, Denmark, France, Germany, Norway, Sweden, Switzerland and Wales aiming to "send a message against discrimination of any kind as the eyes of the world fall on the global game,"

Qatar was a hugely controversial choice for the finals when it was awarded the 2022 tournament 12 years ago, not least because same sex activity is a criminal offence there with the possibility of a prison sentence of one to three years for adults convicted of consensual gay or lesbian sex. There is no recognition of civil partnerships in the Gulf state, which does not allow people to campaign for LGBT+ rights.

Whether you CPN, BJYX or SZD, I think the thought of Bobo showing some support for the LGBT community is a positive more than a negative. Yibo always had progressive ideas despite all the setbacks and this shouldn’t even be a long shot possibility. This is why a lot of us like him, it’s because he is accepting of everyone. He has so much empathy in him despite the ice prince persona.

Also a coincidence, 10/29 is the day of Taiwan’s Pride March. Then he performs something with this title. I wouldn’t put it past him because last year’s was a clever title wordplay.

If there will be additional “important” discoveries, I will make a separate post. ✌🏼

-END.

[enemiesandlovers]

If you let me

↤ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 |   𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ↦

Pairing: Matt Murdock x female reader (no use of y/n).

Word count: 4,080K words.

Tags/Warnings: Some angst, flirt, fluff, tension, praise and slight smut.

Summary: With the bet you both made almost coming to an end, the winner will be able to claim a desired prize.

General Note: This piece is part of the Secrets and Papers AU I’m writing of Matt x assistant/secretary!reader. There are a few references, but there’s no need to read the others to understand.

A/N: Your girl got one of the best 100 results of the whole faculty so this is my way of celebrating🥳, as said in the previous tags this is a bit of everything but mostly fluff, enjoy!

English is not my first language, I try not to make grammatical mistakes, but if you see any is because of that.

Your mocassins click against the pavement as you walk between two brick buildings. An edged chilly breeze hits you, slapping your dress against your legs, and you wish you’d worn pants instead of your long-sleeved dress. 

It was this weird time of the year where one day the heat would rise so high you could feel you were living in the actual kitchen of hell, and the next everyone would wear coats and scarves. 

You're almost arriving at Nelson, Murdock and Page when a sound behind you makes you flinch. The breath you started to hold leaves your mouth when you realize it was just dead leaves siding across the pavement. You hurry up to the stairs of the firm and open the door, struggling a little bit to lock it, a pair of hands help you and you don’t have to turn your head to know it’s Foggy.

“Thank you,” you say once the door is finally closed.

“No worries. I see the wind also attacked you on your way here,” he gestures to your head. “Almost blew me away directly to Hudson Yards.”

Your hands immediately start to comb your messy hair, hoping it doesn’t look like a bird nest. 

“Wish I'd seen the forecast before I left my apartment.” You tilt your head to the kitchen. “What about some coffee?” 

“You would be my savior,” he says with a pleading voice. 

Smiling, you walk towards there. He had already confessed to you how your coffee was better than Karen’s. 

You deliver the first mug to Foggy, who drinks it a little too fast and spills a bit on his desk, then to Karen, who’s busy with a phone call, but waves and gestures a “thank you” as she curves her lips and gives you a thumbs up. The last one belongs to Matt, so you start to walk in his office's direction. 

Since you both started to spend more time together you always left his coffee for last, an excuse to have more time to exchange some words when Foggy or Karen needed you and you couldn’t see him all day besides those brief moments. 

You knock on the door, waiting for his response. 

“Come in,” he indicates and you follow. 

“Hey.”

You twitch your lips up as you see his profile. Matt turns his head in your direction and your previous smile fades as you face a visible cut below his right eyebrow. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” he greets, but you barely listen, leaving the mug on his desk, bending forward to get closer to him. The pads of your fingers fly to his forehead. 

“What happened, Matt?” you mutter, examining the small portion of the cut you're able to see despite his glasses. 

The corner of his lips curl up as one of his hands climbs on top of yours, his thumb draws soothing circles on your skin.

“Forgot I left one of the kitchen's cabinets open. The edge was a little sharp.”

You frown your brows at his explanation, remembering how mesmerized you were at how he perfectly moved inside his house. 

“Did you need stitches?” you ask.

“I’m okay, I promise,” he assures, taking your hand away from his temple and giving you a little squeeze. “It takes more than a scratch to take me down, don't worry about it.”

Concern lingers in your eyes, but you don’t want to push it more, thinking it might be something embarrassing for him to talk about. The least you want is to make him feel uncomfortable, or worse, offend him.

“Okay,” you agree. 

With his hand still holding yours in the air, you squeeze it in return as a response. It's then when you realize you’re leaning over the desk, your chest almost brushing against his.

A small blush appears on your cheeks as you pull back. It’s ridiculous, how you suddenly turn so sheepish at situations like this when you’re at work comparing it to how days ago you were cuddling on his couch, every limb of your body entangled with his. 

You turn and take the mug off the desk to give it to him. An imaginary scenario involving the mahogany desk starts to play through your head. The heat inside you burns, and embarrassment floods you at the way your train of thoughts suddenly changes from worry to desire. 

You shake your head, trying to gain some composure and scolding yourself, not thinking about how attractive he looks right now. 

“Here’s your coffee,” you place it in his usual place. “Karen needs me today, anything I can help with before I go?” 

Matt grins before taking a sip of it and it feels like an eternity passes before he speaks again. 

“Are you available after work?" he asks. Tease washes all over his features. "Maybe we can finish the audiobook so I can claim my prize?” 

So I can claim my prize. 

Claim.

 You shiver.

It's almost as if he could see what he does to you, saying things like that on purpose.

“The only one claiming a prize will be me,” you respond. “Your place or mine?”

“I think it’s my turn.” 

You nod.

“All settled then. Get ready to lose, Matthew.” 

You chuckle as you see him raising his eyebrow.

“Take your own advice, sweetheart.”

Your heart flutters as you get out. 

…

Hair whips your face as Karen and you walk away from the Bulletin. You hold the box of newspapers tighter against your chest, afraid of the wind taking it away from you. 

Beside you Karen snorts, shaking a plastic bag that flew directly to her arm. 

“Next time weather is this chaotic we take a cab,” she says, her cheeks red in frustration.

“Agreed, I know someone I trust. Next time I’ll text him.”

A tiny frown appears between her eyes and she gives you a curious look.

“Like an Uber?”

“But cheaper, he’s a neighbor.”

She nods, and you both continue walking until a store catches your eye. 

“Karen, do you mind if I go in to buy some stuff?” 

“Not at all. Here, pass me the box so you can shop easily.”

Inside, you hold a shopping basket while Karen walks beside you, passing every aisle trying to find what you thought the moment you saw the store. 

“So, I see things are going well between you and Matt?” your spine freezes at her words, and you try not to show a reaction. “The two of you seem to get more along than before.”

“Ah. Ah, yes,” you rapidly answer, giving her a quick look before taking a bag of screws you certainly don't need. Her blue inquisitive gaze scans your face and you know her so well to identify the look when she’s up to something. “Things are better, he’s not that polite-reserved anymore, it’s like with you or Foggy now. Definitely better.” 

You and Matt haven’t talked about your relationship, you don’t even know if there’s an actual relationship besides a platonic friendship with cuddles and banter, so you don’t wanna say anything that compromises him. 

“Yes, he’s a private man, but I’m glad everything’s better." 

The tone of voice she uses for the last word implies that, if she doesn't know more, she at least suspects it, but you don't let her inquire more about it. You know her and her tactics to make people talk without them even noticing, so you´re fast enough to change the topic.

"His cut looked bad," you blurt out. "It's not the first time I noticed, I've seen him bruised other times. Does he get hurt often?"

Her whole expression changes when you utter your observations. From surprise to concern, you almost watch her stutter her next words.

"Matt has a difficult life," she responds, and you catch a different kind of weight in her voice. "Yes, it's often. Foggy and I also constantly fret, but he's just so stubborn."

You make a face and she laughs. For a moment you think it sounds a little bitter. 

The palm of her hand sets on your shoulder. 

"In the end he's always fine, just some carelessness from time to time. Don't worry about it."

The blue of her eyes is soft, almost compassionate. You nod at her words, leaving the topic behind.

...

Matt waits a minute after he hears you knocking on his door before starting to walk towards it. He sensed you moments ago when you arrived in the cab of the kid named Manny, but he still has to pretend he's an ordinary blind man for your own sake and his.

He opens the door and greets you with a smile, stepping back so you can pass.

Matt catches the smell of your home besides your usual tropical scent.

“Weather is still crazy out there,” you say as soon as you’re in. Your hand grasps his, and Matt lets you direct it on top of your arm, where a long sleeve covers it. Cotton and polyester. “I’m wearing a sweater and still feel like I'm freezing.”

Matt runs his fingertips through the fabric, ignoring the sensation that gives him and silently loving the way you have adapted yourself to him. Showing him things with your hands so he can feel them, teasing him with a few taps of your digits on his arm, or rubbing the top of his hand in reassurance. 

There are a lot of things that you show him through touch, and he doesn't know if you do it on purpose or unconsciously, but he appreciates it more than you probably know, even if he can sense your expressions, your emotions, and your genuine feelings more than an average person could ever do. 

“Warm," he mutters, referring to your clothes. "But it makes sense. You’re always extremely sensitive to the cold.” 

“We'll need that cozy blanket of yours,” you suggestively say and he doesn't need to read your mind to understand where your thoughts are wandering. 

“Already taken care of,” he responds just before you step out of the corridor.

He senses you glancing at the couch already knowing what you’re looking at; the silk blanket already positioned, his mug and yours also prepared on the table with a trace of steam coming off of them. 

“You made coffee?” 

Feeling your bright smile makes him smile too.

“Well, you always prepare coffee for us. I should’ve done it before.”

You hurry to the couch and take a seat as he follows your trajectory to take his place at the corner beside you. 

A sigh leaves your mouth once you take a sip from your mug.

“Two packages of sugar substitute and three of milk, your verdict? 

“Just as I like, and my verdict is perfect. Maybe from now on you should prepare coffee.”

He chuckles.

“Wouldn’t be a problem,” he says. “Shall we start?” 

There’s a sudden shift in the air, Matt feels the tension that emanates from your body as you grasp your purse tightly. He holds himself from frowning, not knowing exactly what’s happening. 

“Before... I want to tell you something, but please, if in any way this insults you or makes you feel uncomfortable it's not my intention at all and the least I would want is…”

Matt stiffs at your previous words, a sensation of cold water running through his back as he pulls away from you. He knits his brows.

Were you walking away from whatever this was? 

Were you leaving him? 

 He breathes your name, heaviness in his chest. 

“…what is it?”

You bite your lip, opening the purse. 

“It’s just, I noticed before just like today how sometimes you came to work with some cuts or bruises on your face, and today you told me the recent one was caused by the door of the kitchen’s cabinet and…” he senses you starting to open a small packet. “and maybe this happens frequently, so I was passing by this store and thought maybe these could help.” 

You take his hands and place small objects on top of them. He caresses the plastic.

“Are these some kind of gum?” he asks, fully aware of what they are.

A sour taste appears in his mouth.

“Plastic edge protectors,” you confirm with a trace of nervousness in your voice. “I thought… maybe that could help.”

He swallows the bitter flavor, the one that makes him hate himself for the lie he told you earlier, how worried you’re waiting for his reaction to your thoughtful purchase. It mixes with the warm feeling in his heart as he opens his mouth, curving his lips a little, trying not to feel so guilty. 

“Thank you,” he finally says, taking one of your hands and massaging it with his digits. Matt senses you letting out the breath you were holding, the beats of your heart lowing steady again. He clasps the plastics with his left hand. “For thinking about me. I’ll ask Foggy to help me with these.” 

“Sounds good," you nod in relief, tension leaving your body. You take out your phone. "What do you say about ordering some Mexican food for tonight before we start with the audiobook?"

He tilts his head.

"Anything in mind?"

"A place called Ponche, Manny recommended it. He almost had a heart attack when I told him I ate Taco Bell the other day."

Matt laughs, embracing you.

"I guess we should trust him then."

...

Right after you finished the call you kicked out your shoes and made yourself comfortable against Matt's chest. Your head now goes up and down along with the soft movements of his breathing as he caresses your hair, carefully undoing the knots that the wild wind left you. 

It's a peaceful moment, with the blue and purple light of the neon billboard painting the apartment, the warmth that his body gives you, his stubble lightly scratching your temple, and the blanket covering your intertwined legs. 

"...feeling the barrel of the gun pressing against his back, William slowly turns. Sweat slides down his face, breath stuck in his throat as he finally faces his fiancée's killer. The one who already killed him months ago, driving him to the abysm of insanity. His heart skips a beat when a well-known blue gaze crashes with his brown one. His almost brother-in-law smirks before pulling the trigger."

"I knew it!" you shake his shoulders before standing up, pointing at the phone. "I knew it was Callahan, that ugly rat. I knew it!"

Matt can't see the weird dance you're doing, but he laughs from his spot on the couch. The narrator keeps talking, but none of you pays attention anymore. A small laugh escapes your mouth again as you walk your way to the kitchen, waiting in anticipation. You're leaning against the counter when Matt stands up, turning to face you. 

Purple washes all over him and you stare fascinated as he walks towards you with a flirty smile.

"Right here," you say as you impulse yourself with your arms to sit on the counter. He follows your voice and stands in front of you. Your bare foot brushes his knee. 

"You won," he whispers.

"C'mere" you demand at the same time. He lifts his eyebrow and grins at your order, placing his palms on both sides of your body while he bends forward. 

"Hum?"

"There's something that I've been thinking for some time," you begin with, staring at his red round glasses. "Would you let me see your eyes?"

The question takes him off guard, you can tell. But he nods and without saying one single word his hands abandon the counter and move to his head. You rush yours to grab them. 

"If you let me... I'd like to do it."

"Okay," he softly agrees, placing his hands on their latter spot as he gets closer. 

Your heart pounds faster as your fingers touch the temples of his glasses, you take them off slowly, setting them on the counter on your right side before rushing your hungry gaze to his irises. 

"Hazel," you murmur, your thumb caressing his cheekbone as you sink into the gaze that drops in your chest’s direction.

"It makes people feel unsteady. Because I can't focus," he explains.

You shake your head in disagreement. 

"Not me," you reassure him. "Do you remember? What do they look like?"

"The accident was when I was nine. I barely remember what everything looked like."

"Nine," you hum with a heavy sensation pressing in your heart. "So you don't know what you look like right now?"

He tilts his head, snickering. 

"Just that I'm a really good looking guy, or that's what Foggy said".

You laugh too, both of your hands cupping his face. 

"Well, he didn't lie. I’d bet on it," you grant. Your digits travel to his hair. "Your hair is dark brown, although sometimes I see a few strands of russet when the sun hits you directly each morning in your office."

He exhales some air, and a beam of gentleness appears in his eyes. You realize then that, even if his gaze is unfocused, his eyes tell more about him than anything else. Matt nods, encouraging you to continue. 

Your fingertips run across his forehead. 

"There are some lines of age here, surely caused by a lot of stress. But I think they make you look interesting, even mysterious. And here," your digits now combs his eyebrows. "These are somewhat thick, the same color as your hair, or even darker. Gave me a good amount of scares when you frowned at me during my first days working at the firm."

His lips curve. 

"Sorry about that. I was a little severe."

"A little? You intimidated me, Murdock. I even thought you despised me so much you were going to fire me."

Your mind rushes with memories from months ago, and you shake your head still incredulous at how things have changed this much. 

"I’ve never despised you, sweetheart. It's just... it's hard for me sometimes…"

You caress his cheek.

"Hey, it's in the past. You don't have to explain. We're good now, aren't we?"

"More than good, I would say" he grins, and you take this as your sign to continue.

Your digits travel up and trace small circles on his cheekbones.

"Your eyes are not just hazel, but vivid hazel. Gorgeous." His cheeks acquire a faint pink blush. Palms finding their way to your hips, he gives them a little squeeze. "Sometimes when we're laughing so hard your nose scrunches, my favorite moments with you are those ones."

With your index, you give a quick tap on his nose’s tip, bringing your face close to his so you can graze both of your noses. You hold his jaw with both of your hands. 

"Stubble looks good on you, gets me thinking how you'd look with a full beard. Even more attractive, that's for sure." You turn your face to his side, skimming his cheek with yours. The scratching sends waves of heat between your legs and you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, moving your face away from his so you can look at his eyes again. "Your lips are colored, perfect proportion. When your smile gets widened your dimples appear right here. As I said, I love to see you smiling."

His hot breath caresses your face, and his hands, which are holding your hips tight, find their way up to your face. One holds the right side of your jaw, while the other rests on the backside of your neck. Your heart hammers in your ears.

"Would you describe yourself to me?" he asks gently. 

It takes a moment for you to respond.

"I thought... I thought maybe Foggy and Karen had already told you."

"I want to picture you the way you see yourself."

His words feel warm against your chest.

"Kay," you swallow. His fingers travel up to your hair, placing one strand behind your ear, he begins to repeat your previous touches as you start describing the parts of yourself he's feeling. 

When you're almost done, the pad of his thumb finds the scarred skin between your chin and neck. 

"And this?" 

"An old scar," you breathe your answer. The incident briefly crosses your mind, but you shake away the thought. "Doesn't matter."

He doesn't think the same. 

"May I?" he whispers in a husky tone.

You nod, mumbling a soft "yes" looking directly into his eyes. 

Matt lifts your chin and your gaze ends up directed to the ceiling, the hand at the back of your neck holds you as he gets closer. His breath tickles your throat, it feels like ages pass until his lips meet your vulnerable skin in slow motion. The pressure feels delicate and warm, and his mouth remains there for a few seconds as your heart slams against your ribs. A low whimper leaves your mouth before he draws back.

You look at him with dilated pupils, captivated at the sight in front of you. Your hands cup his face, bringing his mouth to yours. The first brush, just like the one before, is gentle. All you can focus on is how soft he feels, the taste of coffee you were drinking moments ago lingering on his lips. You pull away for mere seconds, staring at his eyes while the corners of his mouth start to twitch up. You mirror his expression and the hands around your neck bring you closer again, this time with demanding need.

There's fierceness in this second kiss, the flutter in your chest only intensifies at the way your lips collide with his. Matt licks your lower lip, asking for permission, and you don't hesitate on opening your mouth to receive him. The feeling of his tongue sweeping in, delicate at first, then fervent as you start to mimic his movements stroke by stroke. 

All you can see, hear and feel is him. 

You moan between small pauses while his hand dives down your body. He grasps your hip before reaching the outside of your thigh, massaging in circles as he continues devouring you. 

You're dizzy enough, fully drowning in the feeling of him all over you. His heavy breathing is everything you can hear besides the sounds emerging from your mouth, making your whole body tingle.

He groans when your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing it. You start to bend your back against the counter, bringing him with you as you clench your fingers in the fine fabric of the collar of his shirt, holding yourself into him without stopping from kissing.

Matt's lips abandon your mouth and begin to trace the path of your jawline, descending until he settles in your throat while he lets you pull him down with you. His thumb rubs your nape and you softly bite his earlobe, your digits stroking his soft hair. A sound lets out from the back of his throat. A growl, a moan, you don't know exactly, but it sends shivers of pleasure down your body. 

Just as the first traces of his tongue graze the hollow of your throat, the sound of three knocks comes from the door.

Both of you go rigid. You open your eyes and turn your head towards the sound of the delivery person saying the food you ordered moments ago arrived. Matt pushes away from you as he helps you to sit up straight. His hands are now on your shoulders, yours on his chest, trying to control your heavy breathing caused by the slight lack of oxygen. 

You both laugh, recovering from the giddiness. He cradles your face one more time, skimming your foreheads and brushing his nose with yours before stepping back. 

"In a minute!" Matt yells, and you notice his tone of voice sounds raspy. He puts on his glasses and gives you a brief sloppy kiss. "The loser pays."

As you watch him take his wallet, you place your palm on your wild-beating heart, getting you off the counter to get back to the couch. 

Matt reappears a few minutes later with a plastic bag in hand, flashing you a bright smile. He places the food on the table, sitting beside you. 

A moment of quietness passes before both of you start to giggle. You lean towards him, taking away his glasses and placing them near the bag on the table. 

"If you're comfortable with it, I don't want you to use them anymore when we're together."

He nods, cupping your face to bring you closer and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"As you wish, sweetheart," he whispers, covering his lips on yours before placing your head on his chest, allowing you to listen to his heartbeats as he does the same with yours. 

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