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Cat Man Do: Part 2 (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Seconding Pairings: Foggy Nelson x Marci Stahl, implied Karen Page x Frank Castle Word Count: 11,000 Summary: It is a day of discovery for you. Warning(s): Swearing, sexual fantasies, referenced masturbation, kissing, dirty talk, referenced marking/hickies, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected P in V sex, referenced oral sex (male receiving), referenced animal abuse (not graphic) Series Masterlist Matt Murdock/Daredevil Masterlist General Masterlist Tag List: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @indestructeible, @what-i-call-men, @reblog-reblog666, @flynnethenerd, @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment, @yarrystyleeza, @bellaxgiornata, @reluctanthalfwayofoptimism, @bluerobin35 Also posted on AO3

Cat Man Do

Part 2 of 2

“And that’s the last of it,” you said to yourself as you put the last of the dishes into the drying rack. While you dried off your hands, you did a quick survey of your handiwork. The apartment was now back to its normal state of relative tidiness. The only remaining mess was the nest of blankets that Trouble had burrowed himself into and presumably napping it.

It had been tempting to peek. Very tempting. But you knew yourself. If you did that, you wouldn’t be able to resist petting him. Then you would probably give into the urge to see if he liked any of the cat toys you still had . . . then boom, the housework would be completely forgotten.

It wasn’t that you hated housework. It was just boring. Which made any number of procrastinating distractions rather appealing. Listening to music or podcast on your phone usually helped. Singing along with your favorite songs or learned something interesting made it feel like the dull but necessary work wasn’t taking so long. Thought you had to avoid certain ones while doing housework because sometimes they got you arguing with the people in the magic box instead of doing what you were supposed to. Like ironing your work clothes . . .

Other days, your brain decided to turn whatever was coming out of your phone into white noise and simply daydreamed. Today was one of those days. Fortunate for getting your work done, those daydreams stayed innocent. Imaging Matt having his way with you on your kitchen table, for example, would have been rather distracting. Case in point, even just the thought of that fantasy was making you squirm.

Keeping them sweet didn’t prevent Matt from taking the staring role. Far from it. Which was embarrassing for all different reasons. It was one thing to have sexual fantasies about an attractive man. Picturing that same man saying three little words with that deeply fond smile on his face had different implications.

Implications that made you feel stupid. You knew falling in love with your boss was a bad idea. The king of bad ideas. Mousy secretary falls in love with her incredibly attractive boss is the premise for a romance novel, not a recipe for true love forever. You were going to get your heart broken. Probably not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday.

You weren’t looking forward to it. Watching women hit on him already felt like a knife to your heart. Watching while he meet someone else and fall in love with them was going to be agony. Assuming you stayed around to watch. Which you likely wouldn’t do. You weren’t that much of masochist.

The worst part was that you wanted Matt to find his special someone. The person who would make him laugh and help him find joy. Someone who would comfort him when he was sad, take care of him when he was sick. For him to know that someone loved him, that they wanted to stay forever . . . you wanted that for him.

Maybe it was selfish but you just wished that special someone was you.

You knew it was unlikely. Matt had never stated an interest in you beyond friendship. Yes, he flirted. But Matt flirted with everyone. And yes, you had gone on all those outings with him. But those were friend outings, not dates. And yes, on those occasions when Matt asked him to guide him, it seemed like he was reluctant to let go of your arm afterward. Or how he kept holding your hands after they had gotten warmed up after forgetting your gloves last week, only dropping them when the office phone rang . . .

But he never said anything. Sometimes it seem liked he might. Moments where he said he had something to tell you, something that he wanted to ask, that seem like maybe . . . then nothing. Either the universe intervene – phone calls, fire alarm, sudden loud argument between two food truck drivers – or it wouldn’t be exactly what you were hoping for. Like asking if you would be his plus-one at some fancy party being thrown by Columbia Law alum next weekend. That wasn’t a date. It was just practical since he and Foggy had only gotten their invitations to said party this week . . . It was a very deliberate snub considering Marci had received hers month ago . . .

Granted, you hadn’t said anything to him either. In part because you wanted to avoid ruining what you already had. You genuinely liked being Matt’s friend. You valued that relationship and didn’t want to lose it. Or make things incredibly awkward. But big part of it was simply that you weren’t ready to hear ‘I’m flattered but . . .’

You’d probably never be ready. Because no matter how kindly someone tries to let you down, rejection always stung . . .

“Enough moping,” you told yourself sternly. You had a mystery to explore.

But first you were going to check on Trouble. He had been rather quiet. Too quiet. He might simply be asleep but your experience said that sometimes the too quiet cat was a cat getting into mischief. You walked over to the blanket cocoon and peeled back the layers until you found the lithe, brown form. A pair of yellow-green eyes blinked sleepily at you. You couldn’t resist. There were few things cuter than a drowsy cat. You reached over and started lightly scratching behind the ears. Trouble purred and bumped his head more firmly into your hands.

“Hey there, sleepy kitty,” you said. “Enjoy your nap?”

He made one of those trilling noises which only made your smile grow. And encouraged you to keep petting him. Which wasn’t a hardship.

“Your coat is so soft, Trouble,” you said. “Feels like velvet.”

Like your new dress, the one you had let Marci and Karen talked you into buying for the fancy party. You hadn’t intended to buy anything when you accompanied them to the stops. You had fully intended to just wear one of the dresses you already owned. But then you saw it.

A pretty black dress made of velvet that looked like it was your size. Curious, you had checked. It was. Moreover, it was marked off enough to within your limited budget. Which made it very tempting. A temptation that Marci enthusiastically enabled. Come on, at least see how it fits . . .

It fit perfectly, hugging your curves just right. Offered tantalizing glimpses of skin without showing off more than you were comfortable with. You had felt beautiful wearing it. Which meant Marci and Karen didn’t have to push very hard to convince you to buy it. Karen sweetened the deal by reminding you that Matt loved velvet. And that maybe feeling so pretty would give you the confidence boost you needed to tell him how you felt.

Something that both Karen and Marci seemed very certain would be received well. You weren’t nearly so sure but you brought the dress.

In the name of making you feel as pretty and confident as possible, Karen and Marci decided you also needed new shoes and underwear. When you objected that you couldn’t afford to do that, Marci countered that she would pay. Which was why you were now the proud owner of a pair of heels that cost a frankly ridiculous amount of money. Because when Marci decided to treat someone, she didn’t believe in going cheap.

The underwear set had been more reasonably priced but still seemed like a lot for a bra and panties. Even if they were made of high quality silk and lace. But they had looked good on you too and Karen had asked you to imagine if everything went well and the night ended with your dress on Matt’s bedroom floor . . .

You didn’t know what had flustered you more. Your own imagination or that evil, knowing grin on Karen’s face or Marci supplying lewd details of Matt’s sexual prowess. Not from her own experience but she knew people who had slept with him. People whose stories she trusted to be accurate.

Karen insisted that the underwear had to be dark red. Saying with a mysterious smile that Matt would find it hot. Which just confused you. For obvious reasons, purely visual elements like color didn’t hold any appeal for Matt . . .

“Why?” you mused out loud. But since Karen wasn’t here to pester, your only answer was a questioning meow from Trouble. Which probably had more to do with you getting so lost in your head that you had stopped petting him than anything else.

“Sorry, Trouble,” you said, resuming the pets. “Got distracted. Trying to figure out why Karen thinks Matt would find me wearing red silk underwear sexy.”

Trouble made the strangest sound you had ever heard from a cat. Like he couldn’t decide which cat noise to make and kept switching tracks part-way through each one. If he had been human, you would have said he was sputtering.

It was such a funny reaction that you couldn’t help giggling.

Matt’s current form prevented him from blushing. Which he supposed he should be thankful for. His sputtering already had you giggling. He could only imagine your reaction to seeing his cheeks go what he had been told was a lovely shade of dusty pink.

What was Karen up to? Telling you something like that?!

The fact that it was true was immaterial. Now he would have fantasies about running his hands over your curves, feeling your petal soft skin encased in silk . . . and the idea of you wearing Daredevil red immensely pleased that possessive streak that ran deep inside him . . .

But he didn’t need help coming up with impure thoughts about you. He already spent far too much time touching himself while imaging you spread out on his bed, exploring every inch with his hands and mouth, the sounds of your pleasure filling his ears . . . Fantasies that were going to be a lot more vivid now that he knew exactly what those noises sounded like and just how sweet your arousal tasted . . . even if tasting it from the air was a poor substitute for tasting it directly from the source . . .

Matt shook himself. He shouldn’t be thinking about that.

You turned your attention toward your pack and the mystery inside it. You moved the pack over to the couch and started pulling out the suit.

The red color was brighter than you expected, dark scarlet instead of the maroon it had looked under the dim light of your flashlight. The webbing between panels wasn’t black either. It was a deep, deep red that almost black. Like those really good cherries that you loved but could never remember what they were called. It was was just as heavy as you remembered, with the heft that reminded you of an old friend’s bulletproof vest. But more flexible . . . actually, looking at all of the webbing interwoven into it, you’d guess a lot more.

“It seems Daredevil is a bendy vigilante,” you mused outloud. “Probably not as bendy as Spider-Man but that guy is made out of silly-putty. Or at least his spine is.”

The suit was a little scuffed but otherwise looked fine. No holes, rips, or tears that you could find. No visible blood . . . you sniffed. You couldn’t smell any blood either. Just sweat. Something clean that you recognized as saddle soap. The fainter odor of plain soap along with something very familiar.

“Huh,” you said, eyeing the suit. “Daredevil and Matt wear the same cologne. Small world.”

Next, you checked the pouches on the belt. There weren’t that many. They contained a prepaid cell phone that you set aside to look at more closely later, zip ties, fold-up cash, and business cards. Curious, you shuffled through the cards. Nelson & Murdock, Alias Investigations, Chikara Dojo, FEAST, Helping Hands . . . . Each business or charity was separated by paper clips or rubber bands.

“Curious,” you murmured, wondering why . . . maybe he just didn’t want to spend time shuffling through them looking for a particular one? Or didn’t think he would always have time to do that? Maybe he had folded up the cash for the same reason. As long as he remembered how each card was bundled or bill folded, he could get out the right one without looking at them.

You turned your attention to the phone but was immediately stymied. The phone refused to turn on. It didn’t look broken. Which probably meant that it needed to be charged. Guess you weren’t the only one who forgot to put their phone on the charger. Or maybe Daredevil used a phone while fighting crime a lot more than anyone would expect. You grumbled as you got off the couch. You weren’t sure if your charger would work with this phone. Thankfully it did but the batteries were practically dead. Investigating the phone would have to wait.

In the meantime, you inspected the helmet. It was the same color as the suit but not the same materials, something more rigid. But it seemed to be in good shape. You couldn’t see or feel any cracks. You traced the edge of the characteristic horns and mask. You were unable to resist to urge to put the helmet on your own head. It probably looked ridiculous. There was nothing superhero about your oversized tee shirt featuring a gray cat calling itself ‘purr-fect’ and sweat pants. But you were curious. What did the world look like to the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?

The answer was very red. You had expected a reddish tint from the color of the lenses. But it was more intense than you expected. It was also less . . . clear than you would have thought. The lenses weren’t opaque – you could see through them. But tinted dark like a pair of sunglasses.

“Odd,” you said, wondering why Daredevil had what was effectively sunglasses built into his helmet. It seemed peculiar. Especially for a vigilante that operated almost exclusively at night. And had a known habit of cutting lights to places before going in. The consensus in the hero forums was that Daredevil must be able to see in the dark. But, you frowned, even the best night vision still needed some light . . . even nocturnal animals couldn’t see in total darkness . . .

“If he has superhuman night vision,” you thought outloud, pulling off the helmet. “Maybe his eyes are really light sensitive?”

Trouble meowed loudly. It sounded almost like a no.

“Vetoing that theory, Trouble?” You asked, glancing over at him. He had crawled out of the blanket cocoon and was doing the big stretch. Which, by the rules of cat companions everywhere, you had to comment on. “Ohhh, big stretch!”

He meowed again. You laughed. It was almost like he was answering you.

You smiled and shook your head. Despite Trouble’s rejection, the theory was plausible. Someone whose eyes worked very well at low light could very well be someone that found bright light painful. And while he worked at night, New York City wasn’t all that dark after sundown. Nowhere near as dark as it was out in the forest.

Granted, Hell’s Kitchen was darker at night than most of the city. Streets lights and other sources of lighting that had gotten damaged in the Incident still hadn’t been repaired or replaced. Somehow there was never enough money in the budget. At least not for something like street lights. Some of the landlords were similarly disinclined. Others had died during the aforementioned alien invasion and similar attacks on the city. And many of those estates were a byzantine nightmare of disputed wills, shell companies, and other assorted legal headaches.

You knew this because Nelson & Murdock was one of the many laws firms attempting untangle this particular Gordian knot. The progress had been slow and uneven. Matt and Foggy had muttered many unkind words about property law, estate law, the lawyers involved in creating this mess, and especially the lawyers trying to keep the knot intact because the mess benefited their clients . . . which yes, was their job. But they didn’t have be so smug about it . . .

The color of the lenses was another question mark. Why red? Then you remembered something you had read . . . red lenses or red lights helped people kept their eyes dark adapted or helped them adjust to low-light conditions quicker. Of course that little nugget had been discovered during a romp through Wikipedia Wonderland. So massive grain of salt . . .

Of course, it could simply be aesthetics. It fit with the Devil theme. You imagined that seeing the sudden glint of those red lenses from out of the shadows would be quite intimidating.

“Or maybe he just likes red,” you muttered to yourself, putting the helmet down on the coffee table.

You drummed your fingers against your thigh, staring at the suit . . . why? Why would Daredevil abandon his suit and (possibly) walk into the night wearing (possibly) only whatever was under the suit?

“Which couldn’t be much,” you mused, your face flushing at the thought. Most images of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen were either low-quality, out-of-focus, or too shadowy to make out much. But from what you could tell, the suit was close-fitting. No much room for anything but him in there. Or nothing at all. Which was an idea that made your flush worse.

Matt might have been the leading man in your fantasies but he wasn’t the only one to appear. You had entertained thoughts about Daredevil. Very dirty thoughts. Which was really saying something considering some of the ones involving Matt . . . but there was just something about the vigilante that could made you feel feral.

You had the feeling that those fantasies were about to get more vivid. Because now, you knew what the suit looked like up close. What it felt like under your hands. Granted what it felt like without Daredevil actually in it. Which was, if you were being perfectly honest, a little disappointing. You might be carrying the torch for Matt but that didn’t stop other men from being attractive. Or your mind from idly (and somewhat guiltily) wondering if Daredevil’s suit struggled to contain his muscles the same way Matt’s suits struggled to contain his . . .

Something touched your thigh. You jumped before realizing it was just Trouble putting one of his paws on your leg. Probably looking for attention. You reached down to start petting him, scratching him behind the ears. Which he seemed to enjoy, purring as he crawled onto your lap. You were easily tempted away from your mystery.

“You’re a total lap cat, aren’t you?” you asked. Your only answer was louder purring.

You were starting to feel almost sleepy, sitting here with a purring cat in your lap. Especially on a day like this, gray and unusually quiet for New York. Which made the notification chime from your phone inordinately loud. Checking it required disturbing Trouble. Which he made very clear that he didn’t like.

“I know, I know, you were comfortable,” you said, checking the notifications. Mostly text messages from friends and family making sure you were okay. You had just sent off a couple of replies when you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

Looking away from your phone, you peered at the suit. What . . . oh. There was something inside the crumpled suit, a bit of fabric peeking out. Curious, you sat down your phone and touched it. Silk. You gave it a gentle tug and the cloth came out.

Immediately, you felt your face flush again. It was underwear. Specifically a pair of men’s black boxers. Black silk boxers. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen wore black silk boxers. For reasons you couldn’t really explain, this made you giggle.

The universe was a peculiar place. One where a blind defense attorney and a vigilante had interesting things in common. They both liked silk. They wear the same cologne. And estimating from the suit, Daredevil and Matt were the same height and had a similar build.

And apparently knew a lot of the same people. Matt carried a lot of the same business cards, personally knew the owners. Though you were a little unclear on how he had met some of them. Jessica Jones, you could see. She lived and worked in Hell’s Kitchen and her zero-tolerance policy for assholes often got her trouble with the cops. But the others were less clear . . . It didn’t help that when you had asked, the story you had gotten had been rather vague.

It wasn’t the only story where Matt, Foggy, and Karen got evasive. Another sign that there were secrets in the office of Nelson & Murdock. And not the normal client-confidentiality type secrets . . .

Glancing back at the suit, you noticed something else. Something you couldn’t believe you had missed. It didn’t look like it had been stripped off. None of the zippers or other fasteners were undone. You frowned, looking closely at it again. How could he have gotten it off without undoing any of the fasteners?

All thoughts of Daredevil were driven out of your head when Trouble let out a pained yowl. You snapped your head up to see him fall off the couch, writhing and twisting like he was having a seizure. You rushed toward him but then something weird happened. Trouble began to grow and swell, becoming bigger and bigger . . . body twisting and jerking the entire time . . . until what was laying on your floor wasn’t a cat. It was a man.

A very familiar man. Matt Murdock lay there, his body still twitching and spasming. His chest heaved and his forehead was beaded with sweat.

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. Had that really just happened? You pinched yourself. It hurt. So not a dream. You reached out and touched Matt’s shoulder. It was solid and warm under your hand. The muscles still twitching from . . . whatever that was. But gradually the twitching stopped and the tension in Matt’s jaw eased.

“Sorry,” he said. His voice was strained. “Didn’t want you to find out this way.”

Find out what? That he turned into a cat? Or . . . you looked at the suit. Then it clicked. All of the pieces suddenly made sense. Matt was Daredevil. The suit didn’t look like it had been stripped off because it hadn’t. The person wearing it had merely gotten much, much smaller.

“You’re Daredevil?” you asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.”

“And you turn into a cat?” you asked. You hoped not. He was a very cute cat but that transformation had looked like hideously painful.

His lips twitched into something like a smile. “Not usually. This was the first time.”

“Okay,” you said. You took a deep breath. Than another. Your boss was Daredevil. He had been turned into a cat. You had taken him to your apartment. He might have observed you having a dirty dream about him. This was fine. You were fine. Everything was fine.

Another breath. “Expected development?”

“No. Magic spell. I think.”

“Magic spell?” you repeated. “Like actual magic? You know, nevermind. Of course, magic is real. Why the hell not? We were invaded by aliens. There is a Norse God living uptown. Why wouldn’t magic be real?!”

You were babbling. But you couldn’t help it. It didn’t help that Matt was really smiling now. With the dimple and everything. Which had always left you flustered. Especially when combined with that fond look. Even if it almost immediately faded to something sober and tentative.

“Let me sit up and I’ll explain everything.”

“Okay,” you said. But as he started to push himself into a sitting position, you noticed something. Something that left you even more flustered. Matt was naked. Completely naked. Not a single stitch on him. You could see his . . . everything. Feeling your cheeks burn, you jerked back and whirled around to face the wall.

“Sweetheart?”

You felt your heart beat faster at the pet name. He had never called you that before. At work, he was entirely professional. And when you were at Josie’s or an outing, he just called you by your name.

“Clothes,” you said, feeling little frantic. You needed answers – to so many things – but you couldn’t have that conversation with him while he was naked. You would get . . . distracted. But none of your clothes would fit him . . . wait, the boxers! Where . . . you looked . . . there!

You scurried forward and snatched the boxers off the floor. Keeping your eyes firmly on his face, you went and dropped the underwear into what you hoped was his lap. “Your boxers. This isn’t a naked conversation.”

A soft huff of laughter. “No, it isn’t. Thank you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart again? It wasn’t a slip of the tongue? Your cheeks couldn’t get any warmer but they sure tried.

You turned away again to give him some privacy while he dressed. For a given value of dressed. Considering it was only underwear. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt and tried not to think about that. Or his . . . everything. You had limited success.

“I’m decent. You can look now.”

‘That’s debatable,’ you thought after you turned to face him. Yes, everything that needed covering was now covered. But the boxers fit him snugly enough that very little was left to the imagination. Not that you really needed your imagination anymore . . . . And that wasn’t even taking into account the rest of him.

You had known he had muscles. You just hadn’t realized he had quite so many muscles . . .

Matt realized that you had gotten distracted when it took a couple of times calling your name to get your attention. He was well aware that you were attracted to him but it was still gratifying to his ego to experience your body’s reaction to him. And the way the temperature and blood shifted to your face when you realized that you had been caught staring was rather cute.

But he soon sobered, remembering what you had just discovered. What he needed to explained. “Do you remember how I lost my eyesight?”

“I remember,” you said.

“Those chemicals didn’t just blind me,” he said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He squared his shoulders, bracing himself for your inevitable reaction. Then he explained how his remaining senses had been enhanced to a superhuman degree. How he could hear everything happening around him, for several blocks. Further if he was focusing on someone he was familiar with. How he could very likely find Foggy, Karen, or you anywhere in this city if he needed to.

That his other senses were just as keen. Did his best to describe his world on fire. The others had poked fun of his metaphor but it was the best one he had found. He felt the usual frustration at not having the right words, the perfect words, to describe how he experienced the world. Words that help someone else understand his world without the misconceptions.

But such words didn’t seem to exist. He had to make do with the ones he had.

He took another deep breath, continuing in a very firm voice. “My senses do not change the fact that I cannot see. There are things my senses cannot tell me. Like what color anything is. Times when my world on fire isn’t as reliable as I would like such as when I’m tired or ill. My cane and other adaptive equipment aren’t props. I’m not pretending to be blind. I am blind.”

“Someone actually said that to you?” you said, sounding shocked. It was the first time you had spoken when he had started talking.

“Yes,” he said, trying not to remember how Foggy had spit out those words. Hardly the most painful thing that had been said that awful night . . . but the clear disgust in his voice had stayed with Matt for a long time . . .

“Who?” you demanded, your heartbeat sharply rising. He heard the shift of bone and muscle as your hands curled into fists. It was sweet that your first reaction was defend him. If it was completely unnecessary.

“Doesn’t matter,” Matt said, waving it off. “They didn’t really understand the explanation at first. Neither of us were in the right head space for the conversation. We’ve talked more since then and now they get it. And they apologized for that particular misunderstanding.”

You sighed.

You weren’t entirely surprised. Matt tended to be forgiving. Along with a rather concerning habit of ignoring or downplaying things when he was the one being treated poorly . . . And, as you silently reminded yourself, you didn’t know the whole story. That wouldn’t make what they said okay but it might make it understandable . . .

Regardless the decision to forgive or not to forgive was ultimately Matt’s, not yours. And he had obviously chosen to forgive whoever it was. Best to let it go and change the subject.

“Do you want some coffee?” you asked. “Or something else to drink?”

That bit of gravel in his voice might do all sorts of tingly stuff to your insides but he had been talking for a while. His mouth must be getting dry.

“As long you are making it anyway, coffee would be great,” Matt said.

“Coming right up,” you said and went into the kitchen. As you set up the coffee to brew, you did your best to process anything you had just learned.

Matt was Daredevil. It explained a lot. Foggy and Karen certainly knew. It was the only explanation for why they went along with Matt’s very obvious lies about how he had been injured. And why they didn’t seem . . . well, you couldn’t say that there was no concern. You had seen the pinched look of Foggy’s face when Matt was moving like it hurt him to breath. The worried, accessing look Karen gave particularly colorful bruises.

And yet, they had accepted every single one of his excuses from the plausible to the silly without question. Told you there was nothing to worry about when you expressed concern about Matt’s well-being. Even through sometimes neither looked like they really believed that . . .

Now you realized that they were concerned. It was just a different kind of concerned. Because they weren’t wondering how Matt kept getting hurt. They weren’t racking their brains trying to figure out who was hurting him or if all those worrying signs were related to some kind of health problem. Like maybe he was having seizures or something like that but was refusing to see the doctor . . .

But every theory you came up with kept hitting the wall for not being able to explain why Foggy and Karen didn’t seem to share your concerns. Why they clearly loved Matt but ignored that something troubling was obviously going on with him. . . . It hadn’t made any sense.

Now it did. Matt was Daredevil. They knew he was Daredevil. And knew his injuries were from fighting crime.

Matt had super senses. Which meant, you realized with a certain amount of horror, he had absolutely heard you moaning his name while touching yourself this morning. You buried your face in your hands with a soft groan. There was no hiding your non-platonic feelings anymore. The cat was out of the bag. Pun fully intended.

“What’s wrong?”

You jumped. You weren’t expecting his voice to be so close. He wasn’t crowding you or anything. His position by the edge of the counter that divided the kitchen from the living room was a couple feet away from where you were standing in front of the coffee pot. But you hadn’t heard him moving around. Apparently he didn’t need to be cat shaped to walk silently through walls.

“Sorry,” he said, though the little twitch of his lips belied that apology. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Somehow,” you said, willing your heart to slow back down. “I doubt that.”

“Do you?”

“I saw those lips twitch,” you pointed out. “You think making me jump is funny.”

“That is quite the accusation,” he said with mock seriousness. “Do you have any evidence?”

Using his courtroom voice was cheating. Especially when he was only wearing boxers. Pure cheating. You pulled out your stubborn streak, standing with your fists on your hips. “I know what I saw. I will not be fooled by your twisty-turny lawyer tricks into saying otherwise, Mr. Murdock.”

“That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart.”

The pet name said with that almost purring voice sent tingles down your spine. And brought renewed heat between your legs. Rather annoyingly the cocky smirk on his face did nothing to diminish that ardor. Maybe if he had been wearing more than boxers . . . or if he didn’t look so good half-naked . . .

A soft cough brought you back to the present. You felt your cheeks get warm again, realizing that you had been so busy staring at his abs that you hadn’t noticed him talking.

“Distracted?” he asked, a teasing grin spread wide across his face.

“No,” you said quickly, feeling the warmth in your cheeks intensify.

He hummed, tilting his head slightly to one side. “Lie.”

“What?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that I can tell when someone is lying?” He said, feigning innocence. It wasn’t a very convincing performance. He was far too amused.

“No, that detail hadn’t come up yet,” you said. “How?”

“Mostly your heartbeat. It changes when someone is lying.”

Suddenly, something you had observed at the office now made sense. Your job was more on the reception and secretarial side but sometimes you acted as their paralegal. When acting in that role, you had seen Foggy subtly nudge Matt who would give a little shake or nod of his head. You hadn’t know what to make of it at the time. Now you realized that Foggy was checking to see if their client or whoever else they were interviewing was telling the truth.

When you asked about your theory, Matt was quick to confirmed it. A moment later, the coffee finished brewing. You pulled down the two mugs, then doctored them to each of your coffee preferences.

“You seem to be taking this rather well,” he remarked, after taking a sip of his coffee.

You shrugged. “It’s not that surprising once I started thinking about it.”

“It’s not?”

“No.”

Matt chuckled. “What, you didn’t believe that I got that black eye tripping over a curb?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Come on, I thought that one was very plausible.”

“Only for someone who doesn’t know you,” you said. “Or your friends pretending for the sake of your secret identity.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

You drank more of your coffee, enjoying the comfortable quiet. To avoid getting distracted by his half-naked body again, you kept your eyes on his face. Which probably wasn’t the best plan. Matt’s handsome face was a distraction in its own right. Especially when he wasn’t wearing his dark glasses. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him without them but the sight always pleased you. It meant Matt trusted you. Not with all of his secrets, obviously, but enough that he didn’t feel the need to hide himself.

Along with those lovely hazel eyes, there were further delights. The generous mouth, good cheekbones and that strong jaw dusted with facial hair. Heavily dusted today. He hadn’t shaved lately. So he had the very start of a beard. You had never seen Matt with a beard. You bet that he would look good with one . . .

“Penny for your thoughts?” Matt said, interrupting your attempts to imagine him with a beard.

“Nothing important,” you said. “Just noticed you hadn’t shave lately and was idly wondering if you were growing a beard.”

Matt made a thoughtful humming sound. “It is tempting this time of year but they get so itchy during the summer.”

“That sounds like the voice of experience,” you said.

“It is,” he said. “Wore one for a couple years during college. Shaved it off just after starting L1.”

“Any particular reason why?” you asked, making a mental note to ask Foggy if he had any pictures of bearded Matt. You needed to see them. For science. Or something.

“An especially muggy day in August when the air conditioners decided to stop working. And the girl I was seeing at the time liked me clean-shaven. Said my beard was too rough when I kissed her.”

A salacious grin spread across his face. “Among other activities.”

“Did she?” you said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Because your mind had immediately become consumed with imagining the delicious contrast between prickly beard on your thigh while his soft lips . . . warmth flooded your cheeks.

You saw Matt’s nostrils flare. Then the tip of his tongue slipped out to run across his lips. He made a soft moan that went straight to your cunt. It was impossible not to get worked up. Not with those images in your head. Not with that sound. You were equally unable to stop your breath from hitching as he stepped closer. And closer, stopping just shy of touching you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. His voice had always done things to you but that huskier timber really made you shudder. There was only one answer you could give.

“Yes.”

And he was kissing you. Gentle at first, a delicate press of the lips with your head cradled in his hands. But it didn’t remain that way for long. Not after all those months of pent-up desire. Now that you didn’t have to resist kissing him, you all but devoured his mouth.

Matt matched your eagerness, seemingly just hungry for your mouth as you were his. Even the need for air barely kept your lips apart. The entire world might as well have disappeared. You were aware of nothing else. Only that mouth kissing you and greedily swallowing every moan you made. Only those large, warm hands sliding down your body, skimming the sides of your breasts until coming to rest on your hips. Only his body against yours. The edge of the counter digging into your back barely even registered.

At least to you. Matt made some grumpy-sounding noise, then his hands were gripping your hips and lifting you up onto the counter. Your startled yelp turned into a moan when he slot himself between your legs. Any lingering doubts you had about him finding you physically attractive were dispelled at the feeling of his growing erection rubbing against your core. You couldn’t contain a second louder, stuttered moan. Even with too many clothes in the way, it felt incredible . . .

“If you want me to stop,” he rumbled, nuzzling your neck. “Tell me to stop. Tell me no.”

“Don’t stop,” you said, your voice dangerously close to begging. But you didn’t care. You had wanted this for so long. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, sweetheart. Not unless you want me to.” he said, then one hand abandoned its place on your hip to tug lightly at your shirt. “May I?”

“Yes, yes,” you said, rising your arms to help Matt pull off your shirt. Despite the heater chugging away, your skin still immediately pebbled. Your nipples had already tightened into peaks. You kissed him again as your shirt was tossed . . . somewhere. You weren’t paying attention to your shirt. All of your attention was Matt and the hungry, almost feral look on his face.

Matt ran his hands over your body, exploring every inch of bare skin from the tips of your fingers to the waistband of your sweatpants. So soft, even softer than he had dreamed. Keeping his hands to himself the next time you were at work was going to take some serious self-discipline. He blazed a trail of kisses down your neck until he found a spot that had you shuddering.

There, he applied little nips and lathed at the skin until he was satisfied there would be a mark. One that by happy coincidence should peek out from behind the collar of your work blouses. Good. That should let any would-be suitors know that you were taken. It was selfish but he didn’t want share this delightfully soft skin with anyone.

Or how responsive you were. He greedily took in all your reactions. The dancing rhythm of your heart. The breathy moans as his mouth continued its downward journey. The gasps when he started lapping at one peaked nipple while squeezing the other breast in his hand. The way you cried out his name when he latched onto that nipple and sucked. The way you arched your back, begging for more. How your nails bit into his shoulder when he obliged, swirling his tongue around the hardened nipple. The whines when he removed his mouth from that breast . . . and how it turned into a wordless cry when he gave the other breast the same attention.

Best of all, the scent of your arousal soaking through your panties. All because of him. You smelled just as sweet as you had been this morning. Only this time he wasn’t a cat. Soon, he would be on his knees. Soon, his face would be buried in that wonderfully drenched pussy . . .

Soon . . .

You were burning. A fire that Matt had lit, then steadily built with his hands and mouth until you burned with need. An urgency that the man himself didn’t seem to feel. He moved at a speed that could be best described as languid.

“M-matt,” you whined.

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his head from your breast. Seeing his lust-darkened eyes and kiss-swollen lips made the growing ache in your cunt worse. “What does my sweet girl need?”

My sweet girl . . . . Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing. “Need you.”

“Gotta be more specific than that,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

You were half naked on your kitchen counter and fully ready to have sex with this man and yet somehow that question still managed to fluster you. “Maattt.”

“I’m not a mind reader, sweetheart. You have to tell me what you want,” he said, sounding almost conversational. But his voice was too husky, his eyes too hungry, for that. The way his thumbs rubbed the skin just about the waistband of your sweatbands was another dead giveaway.

Your mouth opened, then closed.

“No need to be shy, sweet girl,” he continued, pausing to give another little nip to the top of your right breast. A spot that you hadn’t realized that so sensitive until he started lavishing it with attention. “No one but me will hear you.”

Biting your bottom lip, you considered that. He was right. It was just you and him. And you trusted him . . . Maybe you should start with something simple?

“My pants and underwear,” you said, managing to keep your voice steady. “I want them off.”

The smirk he flashed you was all kinds of wicked. “As you wish.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants and started tugging it down. Along with your panties. In a sharp contrast to his earlier leisurely pace, he quickly yanked down the clothes and tossed them aside. Like with your shirt, you found yourself too distracted to notice or care where your clothes went.

Matt gripped your knees and spread your legs wide. He then sank down to his knees, shifting forward until he was tantalizingly close to where you desperately wanted him. The sight once again had your cunt clenching around nothing. A deep rumble, almost like a growl, erupted from him. It matched the feral expression spreading across his face.

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded, his voice a growl full of gravel. You shuddered. You had never heard him speak like that. But it worked you up just as much as his courtroom voice. His hands tightened on your thighs. “My fingers?”

He lifted one hand away from your leg, then ran a single thick finger through your folds. You gasped when that finger brushed over your clit, then groaned with disappointment when that fleeting touch was all you got. Then felt your mouth go dry when he raised the finger to his mouth and licked off your slick. Especially when Matt let out a low moan, briefly closing his eyes in clear pleasure.

“Or my mouth,” Matt continued. You gasped when he leaned forward and gave the entire length of your cunt a single lick. You tried to lift your hips but Matt’s hands clamped down on your thighs and pinned you down to the counter.

“Matt!” you pleaded but the grip on your legs remained firm.

“Tell me,” He said, then blow a puff of air against your desperate cunt. He nuzzled your inner thigh, his rough stubble sending sparks down your spine. “What does this beautiful pussy want?”

“Maatt.”

“Tell me, sweet girl.” He kissed your inner thigh. Then another kiss. It rapidly became clear that your desperate cunt wasn’t going to get the attention it wanted unless you said the words.

“Matt!”

“Tell me.”

“Your mouth,” you begged. “Please, I need – fuck!”

Matt did another long, slow lick up your entire slit. After a teasing swipe across your clit, he turned his attention to your soaked entrance. There he lapped with soft, little licks which were obscenely loud. Like he was messily eating an ice cream cone. One that he clearly enjoyed, making a low noise that sounded remarkably like purring. The vibration contributed to making your own, much louder moans. Instinctively you tried to squirm but his hands kept you right where he wanted you. You could feel that familiar pressure start to build.

He pulled away. No! You started to protest but was cut off by Matt lifting your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Then his mouth was back on you, his tongue circling your entrance before slipping inside you. Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto as his tongue fucked into you again and again

That something ended up being Matt’s hair. But he didn’t seem to mind, rewarding every tug on the hair twisted tightly in your fingers with a loud groan. Then his tongue slipped out of you, switching its attention to your clit. You cried out. He altered between teasing licks and stronger lapping as you chanted his name.

Matt wrapped his lips around your little bud and sucked. You almost screamed. Your legs began to tremble as you started hurling toward your peak. Then he thrust two thick fingers inside you. Your thighs squeezed his face between them. Close, you were so close . . . then his fingers curled. You fell over the edge calling out his name.

Your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers. Fingers that continued to work you through your orgasm. His mouth remained latched onto your clit, sending wave after wave of white-hot pleasure. Only you started to whimper from oversensitivity did he lift away from your clit. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. You let out warbling moan as he noisily lapped at your entrance.

By the time he pulled away, you were a limp puddle on your own kitchen counter. Despite your recent orgasm, your cunt clenched again. Because Matt looked thoroughly debauched. His hair mussed, eyes half-lidded, those pink lips swollen and glistening with your slick. While you watched, his tongue slide out and slowly licked it off.

Matt knew you were watching him. It was obvious from the way your heartbeat sped up. The hitch in your already heavy breathing. The fresh slick dripping out of your cunt, even more tempting now that he knew just how sweet you tasted. He settled for the slick clinging to his two fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. Not as nearly as good as getting it directly from your cunt but the strangled groan you made watching him do it was its own reward.

Fingers now clean, he carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders and rose to his feet. Matt heard you shifting, pushing yourself back into an upright position. Then, your hands reached out and tugged his head down to kiss him. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself.

But you didn’t stop there. Your hands leisurely made their way down his torso until you reached his boxers. Your fingers dipped under the waistband, then hesitated.

“May I?” you asked.

“Please,” he answered, eager to see what you would do.

Permission granted, you peeled his boxers down. His cock eagerly sprang free of its confines. As Matt finished pushing his boxers off, you felt a tinge of nerves. His cock hadn’t looked small during your brief glimpse earlier. But it had been flaccid then. Now that his cock was fully erect, you realized he was rather more . . . impressive than you had first thought. Or even imagined and Past You had been rather hopeful that he had a big dick . . .

“Sweetheart?”

The clear concern in Matt’s voice had your head snapping up. He was frowning at you, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know you don’t have do anything, right?” he asked, his tone deadly serious. “If you want to stop right now, we will.”

“No,” you said, rapidly shaking your head. “I want to.”

He frowned, his head titling slightly to one side. Listening, you realized. Doing his human lie detector thing. “But?”

“I’m just a little nervous,” you said, tapping your fingers against your bare thigh.

“Why?” he asked.

You felt your cheeks warm. “It’s . . . um . . . you’re . . . ah . . . bigger. Than any . . . of my exes.”

“Is that so?” Matt looked distinctly smug. “I can be gentle. But if you’d like to wait –”

“No,” you interrupted. Because nerves wasn’t your only reaction to seeing his cock. Feeling suddenly bold, you reached over and wrapped your hand around his cock. And feel another tinge of nerves and anticipation at realizing that Matt wasn’t just long, he was thick. You started stroking him, slowly adjusting the firmness of your grip as you watched the reactions on his face. He moaned, his hands finding their way back to your hips.

You noted, with a certain amount of satisfaction, that he looked a lot less smug now.

Feeling more confident, you continued, “I don’t want to wait. I want this.” Your thumb swiped across the tip, smearing the weeping pre-cum. His hips jerked and out of his mouth came a beautiful groan that you immediately wanted him to make again. “Inside me.”

His hands tightened on your hips. That feral look was creeping back in. “I don’t – ah – have a condom.”

“Don’t want one,” you said. You knew it was a dumb thing to do. Reckless. But you were tired of all of the barriers that had been separating the two of you. The thought of another one just rubbed you the wrong way.

Your hand slide off of his cock. A faint whine escaped his throat. Tempting you to put your hand back. But it felt . . . coercive . . . to be giving him a handjob while asking him if he wanted a condom after you had just made it clear that you didn’t want one. Especially since you knew Matt had a people-pleasing streak.

“But I, um, have a box of condoms in my bedroom. If you’d rather wear one,” you offered, feeling renewed warmth in your cheeks. It had been an impulse purchase during one of those rare periods when you were both determined to tell him your feelings and confident it would go well . . . only to chicken out once you were actually in front of Matt.

“I don’t think many man would rather wear one,” he said. “As long as you were sure . . .”

“I am.”

“Okay,” he said. “When did you buy these condoms?”

There was a peculiar note in his voice. He sounded almost . . . jealous? But that couldn’t be right. Why would Matt be jealous?

“Last month,” you said. “Past Me, um, had a moment where she, ah, . . . was very confident that you’d agree to a date? And that sex might happen afterward?”

A smile spread across his face. “Past You would have been right. Past Matt would have agreed in a heartbeat.”

“What about Current Matt?” you asked, daring to hope.

“Current Matt agrees with Past Matt,” he said. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

Your heart gave a leap. “You would?!”

“Of course,” he said, utterly matter of fact. Like he was stating something obvious. The sky is blue. Grass is green. Matt Murdock wanted to go on a date with you. “I’ve wanted to ask you for a while.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked.

“In part because you didn’t know about Daredevil,” he said. “Not telling a one-night stand is one thing. Not telling my girlfriend is something else.”

“Girlfriend?” you repeated.

“Yes,” he said. “If you would like to be.”

“I would like that,” you said, smiling.

“Good,” he said. Then he suddenly laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“All the ways I pictured asking you to be my girlfriend,” Matt said. “Standing in your kitchen naked wasn’t one of them.”

“Me neither.” You giggled. “We’ve done this all topsy-turvy.”

“We have,” he agreed. “Normally, I’d take you to dinner before burying my face in your sweet cunt.”

The reminder sent fresh arousal pooling between your legs. Despite that toe-curling orgasm, that particular body part was eager for more. A desire that only increased when his pink tongue darted out to slowly lick his lips. Then he made another soft moan. The same soft moans he had made while eating you out . . . your heart raced as something finally clicked together in your mind.

“Can you taste, um, . . ?” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn. You couldn’t say it.

“How wet that pussy is for me?” Matt said, his eyes darkening. “Yes. Having my mouth on you is better but from the air, the aroma of it, is still . . . intoxicating.”

Part of you was embarrassed. Especially when you thought about this morning, that Matt hadn’t just heard you touching yourself. But another, larger part of you was powerfully turned on. There was something very hot about knowing that just the taste of you, the smell of you, was putting that hungry look on his face.

You squirmed. Then something else occurred to you. “Technically you have taken me to dinner many times.”

“Very true,” Matt said, then chuckled. “Foggy has been saying that we’ve been dating for months.”

“Karen said the same thing,” you said. “Maybe they are right?”

“Definitely,” Matt said. “And we’ve been idiots.”

“Total idiots,” you agreed, then pulled him down for another kiss.

You could still faintly taste yourself in his mouth. Before you knew it, your hands were buried in his hair. Matt used his grip on your hips to pull you over to the counter’s edge. He pressed himself against you. Despite the intervening conversation, he was still hard. Feeling himself grind his cock against your cunt had felt good before. But now? Without any clothes in the way? It stoked that banked fire inside you into an inferno.

You wanted . . . no, you needed him. You didn’t care that you were in your kitchen. You needed that cock filling your achingly empty cut. You needed him to fuck you stupid.

“Matty,” you whimpered, breaking away from the kiss. “Need you.”

“What do you need, sweet girl?” He rumbled against your throat. “What does your pretty pussy need?”

This time you didn’t hesitate. “Needs your cock. Needs you to fuck me.”

He growled. You expected him to line himself up, to start fucking you right then and there. Instead he shifted his grip to your thighs and lifted you off the counter. Startled, your hands abandoned his hair in favor of his shoulders to steady yourself as he carried you out of the kitchen. Given the small size of your apartment, it didn’t take to figure out where he was taking you.

Sure enough, soon he was lowering you down onto your bed. He kissed you deeply as his knees encouraged your legs wider. Not that you needed much encouragement. He grinded against you, coating his cock in your slick. Sparks raced down your spine every time the head nudged your clit. It was so good. It was not enough. Your cunt clenched desperately around nothing.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged. “Please . . . fuck me.”

Which was apparently all he needed to hear. Matt took himself in hand, lining himself up with your entrance. Then, finally, he was inside you. You gasped, nails digging into his back. It was just the tip of him but the stretch was noticeable. Despite the clear hunger on his face, he didn’t move. Stayed right where he was while your cunt fluttered around him until you were ready for more. Slowly, he pressed in deeper and deeper. Until his cock was fully sheathed inside you.

You felt so good. So deliciously full. No one had ever filled you like this. Then Matt started to move, gently rocking his hips into you. Pleasure washed over you with each back and forth movement of his cock so deep inside you. You couldn’t stop moaning. You could feel yourself climbing back toward that precipice.

“Taking me so well,” Matt said, then groaned when your cunt clenched around him at the praise. “Ready for more, sweetheart?”

Your answer was another stuttered moan.

“Words, sweet girl. I need words.”

“More,” you managed to moan out. “More. Mo-”

You were cut off by sharp snap of his hips. His first real thrust into you. You cried out wordlessly. Cries that only got louder as the thrusts got faster and deeper. Instinctively, your hips began to move. You thought he couldn’t get any deeper. You were wrong. As soon as you matched his rhythm, you felt him sink just a little further inside you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Matt grunted. “Just like that.”

Matt was always handsome. But there was something indescribably beautiful about how he looked now. The pull and flex of his muscles as he moved in and out of your body. Skin kissed with sweat. Hair, a fluffy chaotic mess. His face, for once, with no sign of worry or stress. Just pure pleasure. The grunts and moans spilling out of his mouth with each thrust only added to the beatific vision on top of you.

Your climax had been steadily building but now you were teetering on that edge. Just a little bit more . . .

Matt must have sensed it somehow because his next thrust was slower but impossibly deep and hard. You gasped, your back arching. He did it again. Your body began to shake, toes curling . . . Close, you were so close . . .!

“Matty,” you whimpered.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” Matt grunted. “Cum on my cock.”

Another impossibly deep thrust and you did.

Matt groaned as your cunt gripped his cock tightly as you cried out his name. He never stopped moving, drawing out your orgasm until you were a babbling, shaking mess underneath him.

Only then did he start chasing his release. He pumped into you hard and fast, his entire world narrowed down to you. The delightful pain of your nails raking up and down his back. Your heart pounding in his ears. The guttural noises you made as he fucked you. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of your cunt as he moved in and out . . . you were so fucking wet. All for him. Because of him.

He wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with the way your cunt kept clamping down on his cock like a vice. Feeling his balls start to draw up, he tried to withdraw. He intended to release himself on your stomach. But you loudly protested, back arching and frantic hands grabbing his ass in a bid to him keep inside you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Gonna cum,” he managed to grit out.

Your hands only gripped his ass tighter. “Cum inside me. Wanna feel it.”

Truth. “Sweetheart.”

“Matty, please.”

That did it. He couldn’t resist your begging. With one last hard thrust, he buried his cock deep inside you and came.

Breathing hard, it was tempting to collapse on top on you. But he couldn’t. He was too heavy. He carefully pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. Still catching his breath, he gathered you in his arms, pressing your back against his chest. Perfect. Matt liked a good cuddle afterward. Didn’t understand what some men had against it. Your soft, naked body against his, smelling like sex and his pheromones? Yes, please.

For a moment, Matt attributed your little restless movements as simply getting comfortable. But quickly he realized that wasn’t entirely it. He reached between your legs. Felt you jolt when his fingers found your clit. Then moaned as he started rubbing gentle circles. You were already very sensitive. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak again.

Matt buried his nose in the back of your neck. In a little while, he’d need to get up and get a washcloth. Clean up the mess he had made between your legs. But not right now. Right now, he was just going to enjoy having you in his arms.

The storm broke that night, after dumping almost ten feet of snow on the Big Apple. The powers that be had crews out clearing the streets and restoring downed power lines bright and early the next morning but it took several days to get the city fully up and running again.

You and Matt weren’t trapped in your apartment the entire time. Just a couple days. Despite the fact that neither of you were used to living with anyone, it was . . . comfortable. You cooked together in your tiny kitchen without much trouble. He did his share of the housework without prompting or complaint. You discovered during the brief power outage that, in addition to being a lie detector, Matt was a human furnace. Also that he was cuddler.

Once his phone was charged enough, Matt called Foggy and let him know that he wasn’t dead. He made Matt put him on speaker-phone so he could tell you both ‘I told you so.’ A sentiment echoed by Marci and Karen. Among many, many others.

The sex continued to be mind-blowing. And frequent. Because you both were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourselves. A shower became Matt fingering you, then fucking you against the wall. Watching a movie turned you kneeling between his legs, taking his cock into your mouth. Blissful Puddle was a very good look on him.

By time Daredevil slipped out of your window on the third night, your cunt had been given quite the workout and you had lost track of your orgasms.

Life went back to normal. Well, as normal as dating a vigilante could be. You worked. Matt saved people, in and out of the courtroom. You and Matt still went on your outgoings together, only with a lot more hand-holding and kissing. And often followed by enthusiastic sex in either your places or his. Matt quickly fulfilled his promise to introduce you to his silk sheets. You were very happy.

Tonight as you headed up to Matt’s apartment, you were filled with curiosity. Matt told you that he had a surprise. Then you reached his door, he pulled his usual trick of opening the door just as you raised your hand to knock. Just to make you jump.

“Having fun, Trouble?” you asked, entering the apartment.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he denied. But his eyes were too filled with mirth to make his protests believable.

“Lie.”

His lips twitched. But you were distracted away from whatever smartass remark that was about to come out of his mouth by movement behind Matt. You looked and to your surprise, it was a cat. A little brown-and-gray tabby standing in front of the slightly ajar bedroom door, its tail curled into a question mark.

“When did you get a cat?”

“I didn’t,” Matt said. “You did.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, assuming you want her.” He smiled. “I promise this one wouldn’t turn into a vigilante.”

“Certain of that?” You asked. The question was only partially teasing. The recent events had only cemented your desire for another feline companion. But, as much as you were happy with how things had worked out, starting to get attached to a cat only to discover that you couldn’t keep it wasn’t fun.

“Very. According to my magic expert, she’s just a cat.”

You filed away ‘magic expert’ as something to pester him about later. “Where did you find her?”

“Dumpster,” Matt answered, his expression turning grim. “Inside a knotted pillowcase.”

You stared at him in horrified disbelief. Not at Matt’s story. You believed him. But at the sheer cruelty. You knew people could be cruel. You weren’t that naive. But it still shocked you.

“Someone actually did that?”

“They did.” His voice reflected the same anger, the same horror, you were feeling. “Not the first time I’ve found something like that. Wouldn’t be the last.”

He took a deep breath. Visibly reigned in his temper, saving it for the streets or the heavy bag. “Normally I take the animals to an all-night shelter but they’re full right now. They’d still find somewhere for her with one of their fosters or something . . . but I found this one by the same dumpster where you found me. So I thought, maybe it was a sign.”

You smiled. The cat redistribution system at work. And that was that. The cat was officially yours.

You named her Blizzard.

END NOTES

Gordian knot is a legendary knot that became a metaphor for an intractable problem solved by bold stroke. Or in this particular case, one which Matt and Foggy dearly wish they could solve with one bold stroke.

That red light/red lenses thing comes from Wikipedia so treat it with the appropriate level of skepticism.

In Nelson vs Murdock, Foggy had every right to be hurt and angry with Matt. But even if it was deserved, doesn’t make what he said less painful to Matt. Personally, I think Foggy had hit that point of angry-hurt where you just want the other person to feel as badly as you do. And since Foggy is Matt’s best friend, he knows exactly which words will hurt the most. Moreover, I think he was too upset that tonight to really absorb Matt’s explanation about his senses. Hence some of his caustic comments during Season 2.

I have no proof that this incarnation of Matt has ever worn a beard. But shh, we’re having fun here.

It is my understanding that New York City during August is not only hot but miserably humid.

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Field trip days- The shrunken cities

The blaze team went on a picnic near their school, they're having fun with their new life as undercover giants, Skittles think that they're free and away from the mysterious person, aiden then thought of something, what does the mysterious person look like, he asked Skittles about the mysterious person and what does he looks like then Skittles thought about it and then said “Well… Even though I was one of his employees, I've never seen his face before..” This made the students a little worried about what might happen soon that would make any more size shenanigans again.

And then the bell rings and then the students go inside the school to study again, then the teacher, Mr. Dogstone came and taught the students about science, then about a few minutes of science, he then got a call from someone… someone.. mysterious….

The students are feeling uneasy about Mr.dogstone looking at the students, then after the call, he then asks the students to wait for a while, then Mr.Dogstone leaves the classroom and goes to the office. The blaze team students are pretty unsure and curious about Mr. Dogstone, Ava then saw something at the other door next to Ruth, “um, guys? What's behind that door?” said Ava. The blaze team except for Theo saw the door, Theo asked “what's going on?” Then Brandon answered “there's a door… an unknown door..” nori then got up and slowly opened the door, and to her surprise, she saw a tank.. but inside of it was something else than any class pet…

Then the other blaze team checks inside too, then they circle around the tank and wondering what's inside of the tank, then Theo felt the flashlight behind him and then decided to turn it on, and then to their surprise… it was a lot of cities, lots and lots of cities, “Are those…. Cities?” said Cassie “it looks like it.. but how did they get so small?” Said Jake

Brandon then looked closely to see if it's fake or not, then he saw a scared microscopic tiny and then he got up and said “yep. Definitely a real city, how did this happen?” Then they hear the door open and then they quickly head back to the room they're in and pretend that they're studying, then suddenly Mr Dogstone tells his students about the announcement, and then suddenly there's a special guest… it's none other than…. The mysterious person….

The students gasped in fear to meet the mysterious person again. He was the one who turned us, including his own old employee, into a giant, what does he want now?

Then the mysterious person suddenly used his magic to show them the tank of all cities and put it down on the large desk, “well, I just want to show you something, these are the cities I made, pretty cool right?” Said the mysterious person, the students aren't sure about this and then Mr Dogstone wanted to get some fresh air while the mysterious person will watch the students, and now it's just the blaze team, and the mysterious person…

“So… I know you all know me… and you wanted to know about the cities in the tank.. right?~” said the mysterious person, smirking while patting the tank.. the students got up and were ready to fight him then Diego said “Yea we know about the cities… what did you do to them?...” the mysterious person smiled “well I shrunk the cities… so they won't do anything to stop me while this city will be used as toys…” then the students are a little shocked about the shrunken cities.

The mysterious person grabs out 15 cities “this is how many cities I did… and what would happen if I can step on them… then Brandon then went after the mysterious person to surprise punch him which it made him drop all microscopic cities to the ground, each student catches one cities each except for one, but then suddenly it was now trapped inside of a indestructible bubble by Skittles, the students saw Skittles picking up the tiny city and puts it in the lab coat for safety, he then made one for each 14 cities for one of them. The mysterious person got up and looked at the blaze team and then stared at Skittles… “well well well… if it isn't my old employee, Skittles… came to be on their side after all I did to you…” Skittles in anger spoke to the mysterious person, “I’m with them because they see me as a person unlike you and my old partner! I’m tired of you trying some size shenanigans from us and other people to start some apocalypse!” Then the mysterious person smiled “I know, besides, this ain't over yet, soon or later I will find a way to start the giant apocalypse.. including you 15… those bracelets on you is a time limit to your own apocalypse doomsday and soon.. you will be on my side… enjoy with your new cities to take care of~” then the mysterious person opened the door and showed that Mr Dogstone was in this too… “Besides, the teacher knows about this and works with me too…” the blaze team gasps about the reveal and then a mysterious person took Mr Dogstone and himself away from the school.

Then it's just the blaze team with the microscopic city inside of a bubble, everyone in the city screaming in fear and the students and Skittles have the hands of each city like gods… they looked outside and then decided to keep the cities safe from the hands of the mysterious person and mr Dogstone…. Skittles might have to work on how to get the city back to normal and maybe also discover what the city looks like in their views.

Now the school is done, they went home together holding onto the tiny cities in their own grasp, and maybe soon or later, everything would be back to normal.. and they also worried about what he said about the apocalypse might happen and if the bracelet won't work anymore and will let their giant selfs take over to be in the apocalypse like what the mysterious person would said.

Meanwhile, the mysterious Mr Dogstone is watching the students and waiting for the giant doomsday apocalypse starting and soon or later, the mysterious person’s plan will work and forever will be chaos and destruction that will satisfy the mysterious person….

The end?...

[grison-in-space]

I never got Jolly Pets as a toy company before I got Matilda. Like, okay, they started by making toys for horses and you can tell: enormous, slightly unwieldy, filthy toys that are nigh unkillable but only really very good if your dog wants something heavy and tough and fairly unforgiving. Every five to ten years or so I'd buy one just to make sure my dogs weren't missing out on something totally awesome, and the dogs would ignore the toy in bewilderment. (Bear in mind that for almost a decade my only dog was Tribble, a dog who sincerely believes that grabbing things with her mouth is an indignity to be reserved for water rescue, and it makes sense.)

And then I got a cattle dog, and suddenly they made total sense. I find myself perusing the Jolly catalog, daydreaming about purchasing the 14" Push N Play; we have an 8 inch one and two of the 8inch giant ball on a filthy rope varieties. (She likes to grab one end of the rope and shake violently, bludgeoning her ribs with the giant ball.)

Anyway this is Matilda with her beloved Jolly soccer ball. It is indestructible, ridiculous, and enormous, and she loves it more than anything. It will come into the house over my dead body.

[myrequestblog]

Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

G

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

Welcome Home Wally AUs:

Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:

🥰 Fluff

🥀 Angst

🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)

😎 Chaos

🤩 Reader has powers/magic

🥳 Birthday Ask

🤕 Injured Reader

🤒 Sick Reader

🙅 Platonic

🫀 Yandere

🪢 Soulmate AU

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ

🐣 Reader is a Child

😺 animal or animal-related reader

👾 IRL reader

⚙ Using SCP-914

❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color

💀 Undertale

🌓 DCA

👤 City of Blank

🤵‍♂️ Black Butler

💀 Jujutsu Kaisen

🍀 Hunter X Hunter

🗡️ Demon Slayer

🪡 Dummy’s Dummy

🔪 Creepypasta

👁️ John Doe

🏚️ House Hunted

💘 Yandere Simulator

🕳️ Gaster Gang

🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs

🎭 Sally Face

👧 Fran Bow

⚜️ Deltarune

📿 Amulet

❓ SCP

😈 Hazbin Hotel

(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)

✅✅✅:

Fluff

Suggestive ideas or themes

Platonic Child X Parental figure

OC X Character

Fandom Crossovers

Yanderes

Character X Pregnant!Reader

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Polyamory

Depression

Anxiety

Mental Illnesses

Black Lives Matter

Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me

Death

Dealing with death

Pain (physical or emotional)

Injuries

Traumatic accidents or happenings

Bad parenting

Memes

Vines

Puns

Commented ideas

Suggestive

Having characters avoid their cannon death

Nicknames for characters

Furry-related content

Trans reader

Gay reader

Lesbian reader

Bi reader

Pan reader

LGBTQ readers welcome

Readers and characters with different nationalities

Readers and characters with different skin tones

Readers and characters who speak other languages

Readers and characters who are different species

Readers and characters with disabilities

Readers and characters with autism

Readers and characters with mental abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical ailments

Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence

Readers and characters with trauma

Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo

Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces

Young reader

Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

Settings in different countries and continents

Truth or dare

❌❌❌:

Pedophillia

Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)

Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

Transphobia

(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something

Politics

Hate crimes

Alcoholism

Drugs

Human trafficking

Child abuse

Underage drinking

Death of major characters

Death of comfort characters

Slurs

Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)

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Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!

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[illarian-rambling]

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

For any characters you like (another short story O.O?)

This question gave me the strangest sense of deja vu for some reason, so no clue what's up with that, but yeah, short story characters! I'll answer for the cast of Rel's Haunting :)

Rel, angel of the hour, ain't taking care of shit. They've been alive for a solid month and have just started to figure out taking care of themself. I think with very detailed instructions, they could keep a plant alive. However, if left to their own devices, they might do some basic experiments to see what happens if they don't water it or use a different liquid entirely. I think a pet would be a bit much. I could see them trying similar experiments with a fish and accidentally killing it, which would be a very sobering experience for such a young being. As for a child, Rel basically is a child, even if they look like the most unsettling, six-foot-tall burn victim you've ever seen. I think they'd try their best, in the way that slightly older children will try to help younger ones with small tasks.

Esie can do all of these and then some. Responsibility queen, right here. I don't think she'd have much of a desire to keep a plant, but if someone asked her to, she could manage. A pet she would be a little more receptive to. She feels like a cat person to me. She'd always make sure to steal some scraps from her laundry job to make into toys. When it comes to children, she has plenty of experience. Esie raised her little brother after their parents died. They spent some time on the street, but she worked her ass off to get them a little room at the back of an inn. Despite their abject poverty, she never let Jean give up on his musical dreams, which paid off when his band finally made it big. Now Jean is his own man, but now Esie also has Rel to take care of. She does her best with the information she has, and though that information is far from correct, Rel has no complaints.

[REDACTED] is a god, even if he's a dead god, so feasibly, he should be able to do all three. Realistically, though, bro would be incapable of remembering to water a plant for longer than a week. Succulents would be his best bet. A pet he would do fine with, especially a bird of some sort. A child... Eh. He tries, don't get me wrong. He loves Rel, and even though he can't interact with his angel, he watches and worries from afar - a father who will forever know his child through a one-way window. However, he's also the god of wonder, so he sees letting Rel touch a hot stove as a valuable learning experience. This works out since Rel is pretty indestructible, but with an actual human child, I could see things going poorly.

Thanks so much for the ask! They might only exist for thirty-some pages, but I really do love these guys <3

[emelinecormier]

— verda durmaz ver's home, claret park.

She brushed at her shirt one last time, as though that would be enough to get rid of the scent the last cigarette she'd had after closing up the restaurant that night, completely sober. It was a fresh habit, one that she'd fallen into during her late night walks with Lainey, seeking a reprieve from the stress of a new marriage and a lost head chef. It didn't usually help, but Emmy found herself trying it again and again, just in case it started to the more she sought it out. It was better than alcohol, she justified, though she doubted it was anything more than that. A justification to find another unhealthy way to cope with life. Whether it did or not was a question for another day and Emmy finally gave up on getting the lingering scent off of her, hoping that Verda just wouldn't notice. Grabbing the grocery bags from the back of her car, she set them down only momentarily to lock it, before picking them back up again and making her way to the front door that she'd grown familiar with. Pressing a free pinky to the doorbell, she stepped back and waiting for the other to answer the door, and when she did, Emmy was quick to explain the amount of bags weighing down each arm. "I thought I could contribute a little. It's not like I buy groceries for my apartment." A shrug lifted her shoulders before she added, "Oh, and there's a toy in there for Zepp. I really wasn't what he'd like, but the cashier at the pet store said it's like, indestructible and stuff."

@verdadurmaz

[rhersimp]

2/29/24

TW: Animal illness and potential death

I think my cat Hemingway may die today.

Two weeks ago the vet found a lump on his side, and while we were hopeful at first that it may've just been a cyst, he's since gotten a lot worse. He's been deteriorating really quickly, not eating a lot and losing weight even though we've given him anti-nausea medication frequently. Last night we think he might've had a seizure because his walking became very staggered and wobbly out of seemingly nowhere.

I'm hoping against all odds that there is someway to help him, that today won't be my last day with him, but I'm not at all sure that that'll happen.

Even his purring is extremely weak and it hurts so bad to know that he's suffering.

My family and I have had him ever since he was a little kitten. I was only 8 or 9 when we adopted him. He's always been the most comforting, understanding, gentle guy with us. Once, when I was upset as a small child, he tried to comfort me by giving me one of his little beat up toys, but when that didn't work he bit me just to see if that would work. He loved cuddling with my mom all the time and he'd sleep right on top of her head at night.

When he was younger he used to be exactly like a dog and play fetch and we'd have to keep the toilet seat down for similar dog like reasons. He was always incredibly smart. I remember once we were watching something on TV together that had kittens in it and we were watching it on one of those older sets and he climbed up onto the cabinet and went around the back of it to try and find the other cats.

He got along with all the other cats we had really well, although occasionally he could be caught being a little bit of a bully to our second oldest cat Bella. He pretty much raised our youngest cat Twain as his own little baby, letting him jump on his back all the time when he was a little kitten and sleeping and cuddling with him. The two of them always got into play fights with one another too when they tried grooming each other and it was stupidly cute.

In his older years he really liked sitting on the front porch of our house in the Summer. We never let him go further than that for a multitude of reasons, but he didn't usually care. He liked the sun and the flowers and chewing on sticks that he found. He liked sitting on our laps while we watched the sun go down.

He had the cutest, whiny meow whenever he wanted more food or attention.

I really really really really do not want this to be the day he dies, but I also don't want him to suffer if he's in pain.

I'm sorry that I don't have a better closer for this post. I might not reblog anything on here for a little bit. There was a more fun post that I wanted to make instead, but writing this took center stage. Please love your pets while you can, please hug them and kiss them and tell them that they are cherished. Very few things are indestructible. Very few things are plastic and last forever.

Please just treasure your time together.

Edit: 8:20 PM

He's gone.

I know it's cliched, but it doesn't feel real at all. I know he's not coming back but I still feel like he should be here. He was like my baby brother, I don't know what I'm going to do without him.

I'm just glad that he isn't suffering and in pain any longer.

I'm going to add some pictures of him to this post a little later so that you can see what a good boy he was, but since I'm not really done crying my eyes out yet that takes first priority.

Like I said before, please love your pets while they're still in your life. You can never predict when death will take them from you.

[lawbotcj]

On the topic of furbies. I’d like to see your ranking of the generations/models, or which ones you consider your favorite and least favorite. The way they’ve been designed in the last decade fascinates me but I can’t decide if I love or despise them. You’ve probably been asked for your opinion on them before but I’m interested in hearing the perspective of someone with a longtime interest in furbies bc I don’t really know much about what the community around them is like

gen1: best voice and personality, shelby goated, the japanese ファービー　merch like the plush is my favorite thing fucking ever

gen2: FAVORITE FURBY OVERALL. i love the facial expressions it can make and everything about the design. i had a near complete collection save for like 2 of these. i actually played with it as a kid a lot, they are designed to try to convince you youre actually having a conversation by discerning a small amount of words you say.

the babies are nothing to play with though they do nothing and shit their pants when you forget they had batteries since THEY DONT TURN OFF BUT THE ADULT DOES? WHY ISNT IT CONSISTANT...

gen3: too damn loud but i like the eyes. furby boom crystal is pretty. it pisses me off they built them to be like indestructable and you can throw them against the wall and it doesnt break. bad fake pet for a kid imo. app sucked.

connect: worst. i hate the animated eyes. loud. if it simply made pleasant noises and lights when you play with its antenna, it would be fine, but its not fine. app sucked.

new one: pretty good again in every way. it can discern a few words again, only this one and the 2005 furby have this feature. and im soooo eager still to get one of the small ones because it looks like a good fidget toy

i want to add pictures to this post later

[kandidandi]

While on the Ninjago train- favorite Ninja and villain, which serpentine tribe was your favorite, and what’s your biggest pet peeve about the show 👀

favourite ninja: zane of course! younger me (with undaignosed autism) saw him and went "yep!!!" lolol ALSO I LIKE ROBOTS

villain: ohhhhhh man thats a tough one,, theres so many!!! i really like morro and cryptor but i think my favourite would be nadakhan, he just felt so indestructible (literally cuz he only has one weakness) so it was way more satisfying when the ninja finally defeated him!

serpentine: i really liked the anacondrai! their whole backstory is really interesting :O favourite living tribe would probably be the fangpires!!

PET PEEVE. hmmmm... well it used to be the lloyds new voice actor thing, i stopped watching at season 7 and only watched the other seasons a few years ago hgdgd i just couldnt his voice was so memorable before. but i understand their idea to change it to make him sound more grown up. storywise yknow,,

but now i think its the fact that all the characters have been kinda watered down and feel less like a family in the newer seasons, they just feel like strangers to eachother now sobs cries weeps. also about how most of the new seasons were more to sell toys than actual story *glares at crystalized*

[insight-pet-australia]

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[fromkenari]

No, hold on. Y'all know you're not supposed to give your pets bones or "bones" that break apart like that, right? The splintering and the shards cause gastrointestinal tears all the time. Giving that stuff to your pet and not having the worst happen is playing Russian Roulette with your pooch's insides. Stop that. Immediately. There has been a long-standing push for Petsmart and Pet Co. to stop selling them. Don't give them rawhide or pig ears, either. Or hooves. Or antlers. Or even bones from other animals. All of those also shatter or cause other gastrointestinal havoc. Buy the $20 indestructible Kong toy and be done with it because your pet is safe and has something to gnaw on that's not a table leg.

still genuinely incomprehensible to me that people wear shoes indoors. do you live in a mineshaft

[villainessbian]

You'd never seen magic so powerful, such a grandiose display of ridiculous strength. Oh, the stuffed animal was acting as a conduit, that much was obvious, but it was all but indestructible and did nothing but talk on its own, probably it couldn't - only the child's will seemed to matter in this fight.

You had schemed for years, planning, tricking, lying, forging documents to get the world where it was. In just a few hours the corrupt leaders of the world would have assembled exactly where you wanted them, and you'd have to press but a single button for the doors and windows to lock, the wall panels to open and the fire to begin... but no. Right before you could arrange the final details, organise the room switch for their meeting, as the clock ticked... a naive, smiling child burst through the door.

No, she did not burst in through the door. The door was triple-locked and that was a distraction from the retina scan. It was reinforced with steel. She just walked through the door, and it burst. The little stuffie weakly danced and made "ooh"s and "aah"s at her incredible moves, which were the simplest magic ever. She just wielded frankly impossible energy. With a wave of her plastic-looking toy wand, she erected magic barriers none of your artefacts could pierce. Aiming it at you, she threw blasts of pure magic destruction that easily melted away all your defences and threw you against the wall.

She had a slightly manic smile and it looked like a dream come true for her, simultaneously doing an unequivocal good deed, winning a game, and taking all of a kid's pent-up aggression from daily life worries out. You tried a feint, but her shield was bigger than you could slither around. You tried misdirection, but her blasts were wider than you could hope to dodge. You tried the poison gas in the air, but swishing her toy wand around she created wind by flapping her shield and smashed the diffusers. How inefficient was that, compared to learning a slightly more complicated wind spell? She had no need for study or complex manipulation because she had overwhelming power. And overwhelmed you were.

Battered, bruised, your stamina depleted, your walls cracked, you plead for mercy on the ground. And then she came up to you, her little stuffed pet murmuring about good morals and lessons taught. She let you get up on your feet, braced against the wall, and walked right up to you, her wand upraised. As you closed your eyes, expecting a final blow, you just felt the plastic bop against your forehead.

"Don't do any more bad stuff! ... Okay?"

You stared at her, dumbfounded. Was that it? She definitely must have broken your leg, and cracked a couple ribs, and she just... ended it with a little lesson?

"I said, okay?"

Now she started to pout. You were too scared to think of what a temper tantrum from that kiddish tornado would look like.

"Alright." You answered. "I wouldn't want to see you stop smiling again."

You offered her your good hand to shake. And once again that slightly manic smile of hers. It was beautiful, in a way. So pure. So innocent. So frozen in place, after your hidden blade plunged deep into her chest. Children are so easy to trick.

You’re a supervillain, and you have never been so utterly beaten. All of your tricks, all of your weapons, completely outdone by a prepubescent girl and a stuffed animal. You’re bracing for the finishing blow when she bops you over the head with her wand. “Don’t do any more bad stuff! …Okay?”

[annkamol]

关于融合

Dream I was thinking that maybe Dan wanted to take the initiative in the relationship with Clockwork at the beginning to emphasize that he was not a pet or prisoner who could be petted by anyone. But when he felt some "pleasure"…well, maybe he would take the initiative to ask Clockwork for it. Maybe he would ask Clockwork to touch him more, or deliberately come close to him? He narrowed his eyes as Clockwork's fingers gently ran through his flaming, pale hair and stroked it gently, like a big cat enjoying himself. It's like when you reach out your hand, a cat will come over and put its head in your palm…

skull I think Clockwork could also be worried about unnecessarily antagonizing Dan if he sexually harassed him, and his advances were unwanted So they both have compelling reasons for why it makes sense for Dan to make the first move…

Dream Maybe Dan doesn't realize he's sexually harassing Clockwork🤭 Yes! Do you think Vlad will be a virgin? Assuming Vlad has no sexual experience either, then Dan won't have any either… Dan seems like a vandal. I don't think he would be interested in such things before this, nor would he give anyone a chance to get close to him

skull Certainly, one could contrive a reason that Clockwork might bully Dan… For example, if he only saved Dan so that he could have a new toy to play with… But if clockwork's job is to protect the timeline, antagonizing Dan puts it in unnecessary jeopardy 🤔

skull This one I'm a little unsure of… He was a very eligible bachelor for his money. Maybe he slept with women after all…

Dream I think this should be like what you wrote, a challenge to more possibilities, plus a sense of responsibility, plus the fear of causing more trouble

skull But this one is definitely true 😭

Dream Also, even if Clockwork's will is indestructible, he doesn't necessarily want to be fused and then separated. Indeed, he looks like he has some scars on his body, and I guess he will still be in pain and tired. He is not a masochist, so it is logical for him to do something to try to avoid such a future! For example, let Dan out early and give him proper care🥰

skull That’s right! He's an old man who lives alone… He's not looking for trouble 😭 Yes!! His behavior may be playful, but his soul and the motives behind his actions are compassionate…

Dream The topic we discussed is even funnier when you think about it this way… When Dan already looks like a good cat who can stay docile, he sees the future of fusion from the "movie", and then he says to Clockwork: I'm interested. Want to try it? Clockwork:😨

Why is everything back to square one? ?

skull

Dan, flirting: Do you want to give it a try? 

What clockwork hears: Do you think you can take me? :heh: (in a fight) 

Dream 

Then Dan slowly walked towards him… Clockwork backed away nervously… 😋 

skull 

(Note: there's a joke in English that starts with a picture of a big strong man, and someone comments, "I could take him." As in, "I could endure his strength and defeat him in combat." But "take" has several sexual meanings, too, like "fuck"… 

So the exchange goes, 

A: 🤔… I could take him. 

B: In a fight, right? 

A: … :) 

B: … IN A FIGHT, RIGHT…?) 

——Yes… If Dan moves slowly, he's allowed…!! I like that you included that detail!!! 

Dan very slowly backs Clockwork up against the console… The very slow pace would definitely heighten the tension…

Dream

I know that! ! !

skull

Dan slowly covers Clockwork's hands with his… Dan slowly leans in, and breathes cool air over clockwork's lips… Dan slowly brushes his lips along clockwork's jaw… Even though everything is happening very slowly and gently, I'm sure clockwork would be thinking something like, "Isn't this still moving too fast?!" 

Dream 

It would be more fun if Dan was bored and watched some programs such as SU…

He will think they formed a new gem... Ghost can do it too?! He must try it...

He has only eaten ghosts before, but he didn't expect that he could fuse like this [? ]

It's hard not to think about how Clockwork would feel. Clockwork would definitely think it's too scary. How could he still be unable to escape?

skull 

Right... Technically, Dan himself was already a fusion.

Dream

Yes…

skull 

Imagine if he watched the show, and sat up when the first fusion with Opal happened. And then he gets suspicious about the fact that Garnet has two gems…

Dream

So when he says: Should we try it?

What Dan means: Should we have sex on a deeper level?

What Clockwork understands: Can I kill you/eat you?

——

Yes!!!

Will he try to separate himself into Danny and Vlad? Then it turned out that no, he was already a complete individual... 

skull 

He starts to wonder, is Garnet a fusion? 

No, that would be too obvious... 

But what if she is? Why would two gems be fused all the time...? 

Were they locked in fateful combat when something catalyzed, and they fused permanently? Were they forced together like cellmates? 

Maybe they were both grievously injured, and could only survive by staying together forever …

——

You understand me 🤭 But after all, I think this was your idea, too 😉 

Dream 

But he will find it's because LOVE 

skull

Dan would be totally blown away by the revelation that it was for love... 

skull 

RIGHT... He's going to stare at the screen so confused (I'm sure he likes Jasper :rolling_eyes_but_smiling:) What do you mean love is stronger than me?! I'll kill you 

Dream 

Yes…not attack but love 

skull

In fact, maybe Garnet's future sight and mysterious personality remind him of Clockwork... So it stings even worse that Garnet defeats Jasper (even though Dan may have begun to cheer for the protagonists, they're all too goody-two-shoes for him)

Dream

Go and take him 

skull 

 LMAO 

That's right... 

He has to get revenge... For Jasper...! 😤 

Dream

Go get him😌 

skull

Dan discovers Clockwork in the tower and corners him... Clockwork looks up and asks if he's done watching television. 

Dream 

What will Clockwork do 

skull 

Dan pushes him against a wall, and speaks very close... He says, "Don't think that something as pathetic as 'love' can defeat me... I could still kill you at any time." 

Dan: (defending his and Jasper's honor) 

Clockwork hears: (Dan just discovered he's in love with Clockwork and is really mad about it) 

Dream

Omg… LMAO 

Go get him! !《Stronger than you》😌 

skull 

Hmm... What could Clockwork say to descalate in usual fashion...? :KittyFrog: 

Dream

Maybe he asked Dan what he wanted? and lowered his voice softly...

He tried to figure out what he had done to make Dan so crazy all of a sudden…

If it was because of what he had done, he wouldn't mind doing more, as long as it satisfied the beast

skull 

Clockwork slowly (slowly!) lifts a hand and touches Dan's wrist, because his fist is twisted up in Clockwork's cloak...

"Dan," he says gently, "I've never forgotten for a moment what you're truly capable of."

Dream

OMG...

He's really in control!

Acknowledge Dan's strength... Instead of trying to avoid

skull

he has to be! If he says the wrong thing, Dan could become enraged and lash out...

Dream

Dan looks like a domestic violence man who beats his wife if he gets the slightest bit of trouble😒 

skull

Clockwork: (saying he knows Dan is capable of incredible destruction, and everything he does is BECAUSE he knows how dangerous he is) 

Dan: (he hears the same thing (Clockwork acknowledging his strength) but CW says it so tenderly and knowingly that Dan is immediately soothed, flustered, and flattered . for some reason, it feels like a love confession...) 

(true intimacy is mutual knowledge, after all) 

Dream

He tried to maintain his pride, and Clockwork satisfied him perfectly, providing him with the greatest emotional value…

skull

JGDUTWRAI5S

Dream

Maybe he will kiss Clockwork again uncontrollably... Although he doesn't know why he should do this…

skull

Yes!!! 😭

Dream

Clockwork was shocked to think: He really loves me?? 

skull 

Fortunately, he's also a sad puppy in the rain, so when Clockwork praises him he suddenly gets shy and sweet... Looking up hopefully for more attention... 

Dream

Yes... For he had lost everything, and every cell in him was screaming for love... 

skull

Dan: I could kill you... 😡 

Clockwork: I know, it's very impressive. 

Dan: R-Really...?? :flushed_cat: (feeling like his strength has been acknowledged) 

Dream 

He couldn't help kissing Clockwork, which actually meant: Please love me 

skull

Wow... It's so poignant...! 😭 He definitely wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing Clockwork after that... 

Dream 

Yes... Maybe sometimes, he will use his tiger teeth to gently bite the lips of Clockwork... Clockwork accepted in silence, he was not sure how to respond, just feel the ethereal blank... But once, when he regained consciousness, Clockwork suddenly found his hand around Dan's neck...🥰 

Dan 's hair burned between his fingers, but it seemed to burn to his soul😌 

skull 

Wow... Thesetwo can completely misunderstand each other, while still understanding one another perfectly, and having kisses intense enough to explode distant stars

Dream

Yes! !

And I'm thinking! ! Even though Clockwork was wearing gloves, he could still feel the flames licking his fingers clearly and energetically... Would he feel confused and take off his gloves and touch Dan's hair again?

If he did so...🤔 he would find that whether he touched Dan with gloves on or without them, the feeling was the same... vaguely, he seemed to have discovered something…

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中文：

Dream

我在想，可能一开始丹想在和发条的关系中占据主动，以强调自己并不是一个任人抚摸的宠物或者囚犯

但当他感受到了某些“乐趣”之后……嗯，也许他会主动向发条索取

可能会要求发条多摸摸他，或者故意贴过来？发条的手指温柔穿过他火焰般的��苍白色的头发，并轻轻抚摸时，他眯起眼睛，像是享受中的大猫

就好像你伸手，猫就会主动凑过来，把头放在你的手心……

skull

我想Clockwork也可能担心如果他性骚扰了他，而他的追求是不受欢迎的，他会不必要地激怒Dan

所以有令人信服的理由，证明为什么Dan主动采取行动是合理的……

Dream

也许Dan没有意识到他在性骚扰Clockwork🤭

是的！

你认为 Vlad 会是个老处男吗？

假设 Vlad 也没有性经验，那么 Dan 也不会有……

丹看起来像是一个破坏狂，我觉得在这之前，他不会对这种事情有兴趣，也不会给任何人接近他的机会

skull

当然，人们可以想出一个理由，说 Clockwork 可能会欺负 Dan……例如，如果他只是为了有一个新的玩具可以玩而救了 Dan……但如果 Clockwork 的工作是保护时间线，那么激怒 Dan 会让它陷入不必要的危险 🤔

skull

这个我有点不确定……他是一个非常有资格的单身汉，值得花钱。也许他毕竟睡过女人……

Dream

我觉得这个应该就好像你写的那样，一种对更多可能性的挑战，加上责任感，加上怕惹出更大的麻烦

skull

不过这一条绝对是真的😭

Dream

而且，就算发条的意志坚不可摧，他也不一定想被融合再分开，的确他身上看起来也有一些伤痕，我猜测还是会有痛苦和疲惫的

他又不是受虐狂，所以他做点什么来尝试让自己避免遭受那样的未来是很符合逻辑的！比如把丹提前放出来，再给予适当的关爱🥰

skull

没错！他是一个独居的老人……他不是在找麻烦😭

是的！！他的行为或许很顽皮，但他的灵魂和行为背后的动机却是富有同情心的……

Dream

这么一想我们讨论的那个话题更好笑了……当丹已经看起来像一只能保持温顺的好猫，他从“电影”中看到了融合的未来，然后他对发条说：我很感兴趣。要试一试吗？ 

Clockwork:😨

为什么一切都回到原点？？

skull

丹，调情：你想试试吗？

发条听到的：你觉得你能拿下我吗？ :heh:（打架）

Dream

然后丹慢慢地朝他走去……Clockwork 紧张地往后退……😋

skull

（注意：英语中有一个笑话，开头是一个强壮的大个子男人的照片，有人评论说，“我可以打败他。”比如，“我可以忍受他的力量，在战斗中打败他。”但“take”也有几个性方面的含义，比如“fuck”……所以对话是这样的，

A：🤔……我可以打败他。

B：打架，对吧？

A：……:)

B：……打架，对吧……？）

——

是的……如果丹动作慢，他是可以的……！！我喜欢你加入了这个细节！！！

丹非常缓慢地把 Clockwork 在控制台上……非常缓慢的节奏肯定会加剧紧张感……

Dream

我知道！！！

skull

丹慢慢地握住发条的手……丹慢慢地俯下身子，冰凉的气息拂过发条的嘴唇……丹慢慢地用嘴唇轻抚发条的下巴……虽然一切都进行得很缓慢、很轻柔，但我相信发条一定会想，“这还不算太快吗？！”

Dream

假如丹闲得无聊，看过一些节目比如SU，就更好玩了……

他会认为他们形成了一颗新的宝石……幽灵也能做到？！他一定要试试……

他只吃过幽灵，没想到还可以这样融合【？】

我很难不去想发条会是什么感觉，发条肯定会觉得太可怕了，他怎么还是难逃一劫

skull

是啊……从技术上讲，丹自己已经是融合体了。

Dream

是的……

skull

想象一下，如果他看了节目，在第一次融合成欧泊时坐了起来。然后他对石榴石有两颗宝石的事实产生了怀疑……

Dream

所以当他说：我们要试试吗？

丹的意思：我们更深层次地性爱吗？

发条的理解：我能杀了你/吃了你吗？

——

是的！！！

他会试图把自己分成丹尼和弗拉德吗？随后发现不行，他已经是一个完整的个体了……

skull

他开始怀疑，石榴石是融合吗？

不，那太明显了……

但如果是呢？为什么两颗宝石总是会融合……？

当某种东西催化时，他们是否陷入了宿命般的战斗，然后他们永久地融合了？他们像狱友一样被迫在一起吗？

也许他们俩都受了重伤，只有永远在一起才能活下去……

——

你理解我 🤭 但毕竟，我认为这也是你的主意 😉

Dream

但他会发现这是因为爱

skull

丹会完全被这是为了爱而启示所震惊……

skull

是的……他会如此困惑地盯着屏幕（我敢肯定他喜欢Jasper：rolling_eyes_but_smiling:）你是什么意思，爱比我更强大？！我会杀了你

Dream

是的……不是攻击而是爱

skull

事实上，也许 Garnet 的未来景象和神秘的个性让他想起了 Clockwork……所以 Garnet 打败 Jasper 让他更难过（尽管 Dan 可能已经开始为主角们加油，但对他来说他们都太善良了）

Dream

去拿下他

skull

哈哈哈

没错……

他必须报仇……为了 Jasper……！😤

Dream

掌握他😌

skull

Dan 在塔里发现了 Clockwork 并将他逼到角落……Clockwork 抬起头问他看完电视了吗。

Dream

Clockwork 会做什么

skull

Dan 将他推到墙上，非常近距离地说话……他说，“别以为像‘爱’这样可悲的东西可以打败我……我随时都可以杀了你。”

Dan：（捍卫他和 Jasper 的荣誉）

Clockwork 听到：（Dan 刚刚发现他爱上了 Clockwork，并且真的很生气）

Dream

天哪……哈哈哈

去抓住他！！《Stronger than you》😌（歌名）

skull

嗯……Clockwork 能说什么来以通常的方式缓和局势……？：KittyFrog：

Dream

也许他问丹想要什么？并且轻柔地把声音放低……

他试图弄明白自己做了什么，让丹突然如此疯狂……如果是因为他做了什么，他不介意做更多，只要能让这只野兽满意

skull

Clockwork 慢慢地（慢慢地！）举起一只手触摸丹的手腕，因为丹的拳头正在 Clockwork 的斗篷里扭动着……

“丹，”他温柔地说，“我一刻也没有忘记你真正的能力。”

Dream

天哪……

他真的掌控一切！

承认丹的力量……他必须这样做，而不是试图避开

skull

如果他说错话，丹可能会变得愤怒并大发雷霆……

Dream

丹看起来像是稍有不顺心就会打妻子的家暴男😒

skull

Clockwork：（说他知道丹有能力造成令人难以置信的破坏，他所做的一切都是因为他知道他有多危险）

Dan：（他听到了同样的话（Clockwork 承认他的实力）但 CW 说得如此温柔和知情，以至于丹立刻得到了安慰、慌乱和奉承。不知为何，感觉就像是爱情的告白……）

（真正的亲密关系毕竟是相互了解）

Dream

他尝试维护自己的骄傲，而发条完美地满足了他，给他提供了最大的情绪价值……

skull

JGDUTWRAI5S

Dream

也许他会又情不自禁地亲吻发条……虽然他也不知道自己为什么要这么做……

skull

是的！！！😭

Dream

Clockwork 震惊地想：他真的爱我？？

skull

幸运的是，他也是一只在雨中悲伤的小狗，所以当 Clockwork 称赞他时，他突然变得害羞和可爱……抬起头来，希望得到更多的关注……

Dream

是的……因为他已经失去了一切，他体内的每一个细胞都在为渴望爱而尖叫……

skull

Dan：我可以杀了你……😡

Clockwork：我知道，这很令人印象深刻。

Dan：真的吗……？：flushed_cat：（感觉他的实力得到了认可）

Dream

他忍不住吻了Clockwork，其实意思是：请你爱我

skull

哇……好凄美……！😭 以后他肯定忍不住吻Clockwork了……

Dream

是的……也许有时候，他会用虎牙轻轻咬住Clockwork的嘴唇……Clockwork默默地接受了，他不知道该如何回应，只觉得空灵的空白……但有一次，当他恢复意识时，Clockwork突然发现自己的手搂住了Dan的脖子……🥰

Dan的头发在他指尖间燃烧，但似乎烧到了他的灵魂😌

skull

哇……这两个人可以完全误解对方，却又完全理解对方，而且他们的吻热烈到足以让遥远的超新星爆炸

Dream

是的！！

而且我在想！！明明发条戴着手套，他还是会感觉到火焰清晰又充满活力地舔舐着他的手指……他会不会感觉到困惑，并且摘下手套，重新去摸丹的头发？

如果他这样做了……🤔他就会发现，不管他戴着手套摸丹，还是摘下手套，那种感觉是一样的……隐约间，他好像发现了什么……

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