#kilgrave smut

[ophelia-writes-fics]

you're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man [kilgrave x reader - 18+]

A second run-in with Kilgrave leaves you reeling.

Tags (please read!): smut, fem!reader, AFAB!reader, mind control kink, mentions of marking during sex, fear, implied fear kink, degradation, some praise (but mostly mixed with degradation), humiliation, humiliation/degradation kink, hair pulling, edging, begging, frottage, handjobs, overstimulation, like a LOT of overstimulation, i cannot emphasize the overstimulation enough, possessiveness, light face slapping, mirror sex, riding, clit slapping, painplay, spanking, sadism (kilgrave), masochism (reader), multiple orgasms, a frankly unrealistic amount of orgasms

Word Count: ~6.3k

TWs/CWs:

super dubious consent. like last time, reader is into everything without being compelled (with one smallish exception if you squint?), but again, it's not negotiated

unprotected sex

mind control/mind altering

Kilgrave is still a walking red flag (and we love him anyways <3)

(as always, talk to your partners, get consent, etc :))

part one here

It had been a long, exhausting week since you last saw the man known only to you as Kilgrave. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since your last encounter, not just because you’d had to take the next few days off of work afterwards — your boss was worried that getting up onstage covered in bruises, scratches, and bite marks might send the wrong message to the patrons of the club. She’d been worried about you too, but you’d assured her that everything was fine. Which it was. The other reason you couldn’t stop thinking about him was because you desperately wanted to see him again. 

However, you still needed money, so having time off at your night job meant picking up evening shifts at your day job, which was bartending at a casino on the other side of town. It was Thursday, which meant the place was absolutely deserted, and the patrons who did show up were barely drinking anything. The past two hours of your shift had involved nothing but standing behind a bar, staring into space, and wiping down the pristine counter every few minutes in an attempt to look busy.

However, you were snapped out of your mindless rhythm when your coworker tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. “So, my break is coming up and I’m super tired and I really wanna take it, but there’s some weird shit going on in there.” She jerked her head towards the main room. “There’s this guy at the poker table? He keeps winning with the worst fucking hands I’ve ever seen, and it’s, like, insane amounts of money. Way more than I’ve ever seen anyone come in here with. Could you take over for me for, like, 20 minutes? And could you keep an eye on them and tell me what happens when I get back?” 

Damn it. 

There was one man you knew who could definitely win at high-stakes poker with the worst hands imaginable. You didn’t know for sure, but you had a sneaking suspicion that was only growing that you’d be seeing him sooner than you’d previously expected. 

You took the champagne bottle from your coworker’s hands without a second thought and walked into the main room, bracing yourself for whatever waited inside. 

The moment you stepped through the door, all your suspicions were confirmed. Even with his back turned to you, you could practically feel his presence in the air. 

Right there, holding court in the center of the room, sitting at the head of a table covered in poker chips and stacks of cash, was Kilgrave. 

You sighed. Goddamn it, you thought to yourself. As captivating as he was, you were still technically on the job, and you’d get fired if the house lost that much money on your watch. You’d get in extra trouble if anyone found out someone had cheated their way into getting it. Your mind raced as you tried to formulate a strategy. 

Okay. You can’t try to kick him out. If you call security, he’ll just tell them to fuck off and they will. You can’t tell the dealer, because there’s no way he’ll believe that the other players have been mind controlled. Besides, you can’t call attention to yourself. He’ll recognize you. Unless…

An idea clicked in your head. 

There’s no way he’d give up that kind of money, unless he had something better to tempt him.

You weren’t sure it would work, but if it did, well… it was a win-win situation, wasn’t it? 

You slowly crept up to the table. No one spared you more than a passing glance, including Kilgrave, whose eyes were firmly on the cards in front of him. You snuck a look over his shoulder as you approached. He really did have the worst hand imaginable. It was almost funny. 

You took a breath to steady yourself, then softly cleared your throat as you placed a hand on his shoulder. 

You’d been expecting a few different reactions, but you didn’t expect him to shake you off without even looking up. 

Oh, of course he’s a dick to waitresses. It deeply annoyed you that, somehow, this didn’t make you want to fuck him less. Irritated, without giving it a second thought, you gave him a light, backhanded smack on the arm. 

The table went silent. That got his attention. 

He turned around to face you. His expression, which had started as a mix of bewilderment and anger, quickly shifted to one of alarmed recognition. He blinked once, his brow furrowing. 

“It’s you,” he said, his tone unreadable. 

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “It’s me,” you replied. 

Kilgrave stared you down for a moment. You desperately wanted to break eye contact, for him to forget you were ever there, to just go back to work, until suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he turned to face the men at the table, setting his cards down. 

“Right. I’m leaving. Do not get up from this table, and don’t cheat. We’ll continue this game when I get back.”

He stood up and took your arm, pulling you away. 

“Are you really just going to leave them there?” You craned your neck to try and see if his command had worked, and sure enough, everyone remained seated and still. A knot formed in your stomach. 

He didn’t answer as he pulled you out of the room and down the hallway to the coat check, snapping his fingers at the employee behind the counter. 

“You. Take over for her. Serve champagne, clean tables, whatever it is she does.” Kilgrave plucked the bottle of champagne from your hand and thrust it at the checker. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding it. “Close the coat check. We’ll be going back there. Don’t bother us.” And with that, he breezed past, pulling you into the coatroom with him and slamming the door behind you both. 

The moment the door was shut, Kilgrave cornered you against a wall — not touching you, but close enough that he could grab you if you tried to leave. 

“What are you doing here?” he hissed. 

“I work here!” you replied indignantly. 

“Tell the truth.”

“I. Work. Here. It’s my day job.” 

His posture relaxed slightly, but he still didn’t step back. 

“Did you follow me here?” 

“No,” you answered, keeping your tone as calm as possible. You just hang around shady establishments a lot, apparently, you added silently. 

He leaned back a bit. 

“Why did you approach me?” 

“Because you were illegally winning a ton of money off the house and I don’t want to get fired,” you huffed, before somewhat reluctantly muttering, “And I wanted you to fuck me again.”

“Repeat that last bit?” 

“I wanted you to fuck me again,” you snapped, a bit louder than you’d meant to. “But frankly, right now I’m not in the mood anymore.”

He pursed his lips. “Why not?” 

“Because you’re keeping those people prisoner in there!”

“Which people?” 

You stared at him in disbelief, trying to gauge whether or not he was messing with you. Shockingly, his confusion seemed completely sincere. “Those men at the poker table. Are you just going to make them sit there for however long you’re gone?” 

He glanced in the direction of the casino and sighed with irritation, as if he’d just remembered they were there, before shaking it off with a slight roll of his eyes. 

“Forget about them. Come upstairs with me.”

Your brain filled with that all-too-familiar cold fog. It felt like you had tripped going up the stairs - your whole body was thrown off balance, your heart raced, and your thoughts raced to catch up after the interruption. What had you been thinking about? Something about the main room? 

You must have been worried about someone covering for your coworker. Yes, that seemed right. He’d told someone to do it, hadn’t he? Yes, he had. Then it was fine. There was nothing to worry about. 

With that, your brain fog cleared, and your worries went with it. You realized you were trailing behind him as he walked towards the elevators. 

As you passed the entrance to the casino itself, you turned your head slightly and peeked into the room. You cocked your head. Huh. I wonder what all those guys are doing just sitting at that table. I don’t think they were there before.

-

When the elevator arrived at the top floor, Kilgrave walked ahead of you along the hallway to the penthouse suite at the very end, pointing you towards the bed once you were inside. 

You grinned, reclining on your back and supporting yourself on your elbows as you kicked off your shoes, watching him shrug off his jacket and undo his belt before sitting down at the armchair in the corner of the room. 

He then turned his gaze toward you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Stand up,” he ordered, as if it should have been obvious. You obeyed, and it felt like second nature by now. You felt the cold hardwood floor under your feet, even through your stockings, and you couldn’t help but turn your gaze slightly downward as he observed you, scanning you up and down for any imperfections. 

He sighed. “No, no, this won’t do.” 

Your heart dropped. He couldn’t be bored of you already, could he? You felt slightly panicky, as the reality of what he could do caught up to you again. Would he make you forget everything you’d done that day? Forget he existed? Would he kill you? Your mind raced as you tried to figure out if you could run before he ordered you to do anything. You felt your muscles tensing, preparing to bolt at a moment’s notice. 

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, keeping his dark eyes on you. 

Your whole body flooded with relief and arousal. You briefly scolded yourself as you quickly stripped out of your uniform, the rational side of your brain reminding you that worrying that he was going to kill you if he was even slightly dissatisfied with you is probably a red flag before the horny side of your brain dismissed the thought with a well, he didn’t, and you don’t know he would, so it’s probably fine. 

You stood bare before him, hands clasped in front of you, obediently awaiting his instructions. He beckoned you over with a small motion of his finger, and you sank to your knees in front of him. You fidgeted nervously as he watched you, biting your lip as you worked up the nerve to ask him for what you wanted most. 

“Could you, um…could you do that…thing again?” 

His brows raised slightly. “What ‘thing’?” 

“The thing where you…um…command me, or whatever it is you call it. The mind control thing.” You hesitated before adding a quiet “please.” 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, if you were expecting any response at all, but one of the last items on your list of things you were expecting to come out of Kilgrave’s mouth was a short, shocked, high-pitched laugh. A grin spread across his face as he stared down at you, and you felt a fluttering in your chest. 

“You really would let me do whatever I want to you.” It was a statement, not a question, but you nodded vigorously anyway. “God, that’s disgusting. You’re so desperate to get off that you’d cum your brains out if I mind controlled you?!” 

You squirmed, face burning as you clenched your thighs, and he laughed again. You felt pathetic, and it made your cunt ache for him. 

He considered you for a moment—you could practically feel him wondering what exactly he should do with you— before stretching one leg in out front of him, positioning himself so that the toe of his brand-new, expensive-looking leather dress shoe was just barely starting to press into your clit. You kept completely still, waiting for his orders, your body alight with anticipation.

“You want to get off that badly, then do it,” Kilgrave said, his bored tone only thinly veiling his enthusiasm to watch. 

You wasted no time, desperately rubbing yourself against him the minute you were permitted to, grinding your sensitive clit against the black leather. You bit your lip, moaning in humiliated arousal at the feeling, watching as your pussy dripped with need all over the supple material as you fucked yourself stupid. 

You felt Kilgrave’s hand in your hair, pulling you closer and shoving your cheek against his knee, holding you in place and keeping your eyes on him as you rutted against him. 

“You’re filthy,” he rasped, pressing his foot into your clit harder as you watched his arousal grow. “You’re disgusting, getting off like this, riding my fucking shoe, it’s fucking vile. God, I just want to watch you do that for hours…and you would, wouldn’t you? If I ordered you, you’d do it. I don’t think I’d even have to control you, I think you just want it that badly. Such a depraved little thing, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, and he smiled at you. 

“Of course you are. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop. I don’t care how sore you get, you’re going to keep going until you wear yourself out. Do you hear me?” He pulled your hair tighter, turning your face to him for emphasis. “Nod if you understand me.” 

You obeyed, feeling the friction against your cheek as you nodded again. You kept going, desperately chasing your orgasm, your senses blurring into a pleasured haze as your eyes rolled back, when without warning, your whole body seized, harshly stopping your motions. It took your brain a moment to process that Kilgrave had told you to stop. You looked up at him, and you must have looked as betrayed as you felt, because a self-satisfied smile appeared across his face. 

“Oh, sorry,” he mocked, mimicking your affronted pout before his grin returned. “It just looked like you were getting close. I wanted to remind you that I didn’t say you could cum.” 

You whined in protest, but the sound was cut off when Kilgrave pressed his hand over your mouth. He leaned back once you were quiet, his detached demeanor only slightly interrupted by the visible outline of his hard cock in his pants. 

“Keep going, but don’t cum. You don’t deserve it yet.” 

You obeyed. Of course you did. Your body betrayed you, automatically stopping you before you could cum, each time getting just that little bit closer before it was ripped away, over and over again until you lost count. It was torture, and although you would have done anything for it to end, you couldn’t get enough, drinking in every sensation at once. All the while, Kilgrave watched you intently, only speaking when you began to beg after what you thought was your seventh time being edged, although you’d long since lost count. 

“Kilgrave, p-please, I can’t anymore, it’s too much, I’m going to break, I can’t take any more!” 

He gave you a mocking little frown in response. “What a shame. I thought you were tougher than that.” 

“I am, I can be! I just — ahh! Please, please, I just want it so bad…” 

“Oh, is that it? You just want it so badly? In that case…” He patted your head, which would have made you melt if it hadn’t been so condescending. “You can make yourself useful, can’t you? Use that empty head of yours and think of something you can do to earn it.” 

You didn’t dare stop rubbing against him, afraid you’d be punished if you stopped edging yourself for even a moment, so you kept going, the torturous friction of the fabric of his trousers against your clit making your heart pound as you leaned forward to undo his belt and take his cock in your hand. 

He offered nothing more than a small moan from between clenched teeth in response, but that was all you needed. You stroked his cock, slowly and gently at first, watching him as closely as you could. You followed every cue his body gave you - every small motion, every sharp breath, every thrust of his hips - chasing them, desperate for more. You wanted to earn it. You needed to earn it. Your body longed for it like oxygen, longed for approval, for your orgasm, for his cock finally inside you again. 

You stroked him harder; slow, steady motions that lavished him with attention and calmed your shaking hands. Judging by the way he gripped the arm of the chair, he seemed to be nearly as close as you were. You sped up both your hips and your hand, trying to finish him off before he could rip your pleasure away again, moving entirely on instinct and desperation. However, as you neared your peak, you felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you away. You looked up, your vision slightly cloudy, prepared to beg him not to stop you, but the command never came. All he did was look back at you, eagerly watching as you fucked yourself against him. 

You refused to let your opportunity slip away. Unless he forced you not to, then you were going to cum. You sped up, ignoring the ache in your muscles. Your hips stuttered and ground against him harder, rubbing your clit with short, rough little thrusts. Your vision was completely out of focus now, your eyes half-lidded — your brain was too fucked out to function properly, let alone see clearly. Every bit of your body burned, but all you could do was keep going and going and going, getting closer and closer, your breath coming in quick gasps as you rapidly approached your peak, and he still didn’t stop you.  

Your entire body tensed as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, muscles trembling from being clenched so tightly for so unbearably long. You gave a strangled moan that became a wail as the sensation fully washed over you, and you collapsed against Kilgrave, your hips still erratically jerking against him. You felt overwhelming relief as he let go of your hair; the sudden loss of tension made you realize how tightly he’d been holding on. He shoved your chin upward with his knee, forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, and your stomach dropped. You were thoroughly worn out and so overstimulated it hurt, but the look in Kilgrave’s eyes told you that you weren’t getting a break. 

You clambered unsteadily to your feet, nearly falling twice, legs still shaking. You barely managed to get upright enough to collapse facedown onto the duvet. 

You moaned weakly, feeling Kilgrave’s hands around your hips before he flipped you over so that you were facing him. He leaned in close, lips nearly touching yours, his hands holding your wrists in place by your head, his cock pressing against your clit in a way that had you fighting your own instincts to squirm away from the overstimulation.  

“Now, did you follow my orders from last time?” 

Your mind raced to clear away the exhaustion as you tried to remember the request he’d given you the last time you met, and you nodded. “I haven’t slept with anyone else,” you panted as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Hmm,” Kilgrave purred, letting go of one wrist to tangle his fingers in your hair. “And why is that?” 

You blinked in confusion. “Because…you told me to?” 

Kilgrave clicked his tongue once in disapproval. “No, no, that can’t be it,” he said, his expression one of feigned contemplation. “Any order I give wears off after twelve hours. You wouldn’t know that, of course,” he gave you a quick glance before continuing, “So you must have not wanted to.” 

For some reason, you’d assumed that his commands lasted longer. Looking back, it was odd that you couldn’t tell when whatever power he had wore off. But he was right, you supposed. Whether the thought was originally yours or not, you hadn’t wanted to fuck anyone else for at least six days after the command would have worn off, so you hadn’t. 

You nodded in agreement, a bit dazed. It was so hard to focus with him touching you. 

“And why didn’t you want to?” 

That you didn’t have an answer prepared for. 

“Um…I…just didn’t?” Your response came out like a question. 

“Hmm, not quite.” Kilgrave tilted his head slightly to one side, waiting for another answer, but when you stayed quiet, he leaned in further, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“The correct answer,” he whispered, his tone growing dangerous, “is that you don’t want to fuck anyone else because you’re mine. Isn’t that right?” 

The familiar brain fog took over as you felt a warmth in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, it is,” you replied instinctually. 

“Then say it.” 

“I’m yours, Kilgrave.” 

“Again.” 

“I’m yours! Now please, please fuck me, or I swear to god I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” His tone darkened. 

You bit your lip. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what you could do against him. You couldn’t overpower him. You wouldn’t ever want to. 

He reached up and slapped your face — lightly, but hard enough to know that he wasn’t afraid to take things further if you didn’t cooperate. 

“Answer me, slut. What exactly are you going to do to me if I don’t fuck you right now?” 

Your mouth opened of its own accord at his command. “Nothing,” you choked out. “I won’t do anything. I’ll be good.” 

Kilgrave rewarded you with a satisfied “hmm” and a smug smile before pulling away. 

“Show me your neck,” he ordered. 

Confused and a bit terrified, but in no position to argue, you craned your chin upward, closing your eyes as you exposed your most vulnerable flesh to the man above you. You could feel your pulse jump, just below your sensitive skin. You couldn’t hold back a shiver when Kilgrave ran his fingertips, gently and slowly, down the column of your throat, over the nearly-faded bruises he’d left the last time you saw each other. 

He went still for a moment, lingering on the prints of his fingers on your skin before pressing down ever-so-slightly. 

You gasped, but managed to keep yourself from squirming as Kilgrave wrapped his slender hand around your neck, not hard enough to choke you, but enough to make you need to take a deeper breath than normal. You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your thighs together and willing yourself to be patient, before you felt Kilgrave’s other hand shove your legs apart before slamming two fingers into you. Your body jerked involuntarily as he roughly scissored them, thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling away entirely and sitting down on the edge of the bed. You glanced up at him, slightly confused. 

“Come here,” he ordered, patting his leg in a clear invitation for you. “Face the mirror.”

You obeyed, struggling to move on your still-shaky legs, situating yourself so that your back was to him as you lowered yourself onto his lap. You gasped as you felt Kilgrave press his cock into you as you did so, impatiently forcing you backwards so that he was buried deep in your cunt with barely a moment for you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. His hands grasped your inner thighs, pulling them apart roughly so that you had no choice but to watch yourself being fucked. He leaned in close, biting your neck before ordering: 

“Ride me. I don’t care if your legs hurt. Don’t stop fucking yourself until I tell you to.”

You were in no position to disobey. You moved as best you could, still trying to stay as close as possible to him, grinding your hips against his lap, closing your eyes as you felt him hit your most sensitive spot. He moved his legs so that they were keeping yours wide open, pinning you right where he wanted you. He grabbed your chin roughly and forced your half-lidded gaze towards the mirror on the wall in front of you. 

“Look at yourself. Look at you, getting fucked by a complete stranger. It’s pathetic. I absolutely ruined you the last time we met and you loved it so much, you just couldn’t help but bother me while I was working, eh? Oh, you must have been desperate for me,” he murmured through clenched teeth as he fucked into you, jerking his hips upward. “No one else can fuck you like this, can they? I’m the only one who can control you the way you love so much, so I’m the only one who gets to fuck you. Isn’t that right?”

There was that possessiveness again, making your heart beat faster than it already was. You reached upward, clutching the hand that held your face, and leaned back into him. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, I’m yours, I’m yours, Kilgrave…” 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer as he fucked you. You worked your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock. Your eyes stayed glued to yourself in the mirror, staring at your fucked-out reflection, thoroughly mesmerized by the sight of his dick inside you. One of his hands wandered to your hip, gripping it hard; you could feel his nails digging little crescent marks in your skin. His other hand found its place at your clit, delicately massaging it with light, little circles, teasing you, tormenting you.

You arched your back in a silent plea for more, your moan becoming a sharp yelp when his hand came down hard and slapped your clit at full force. 

Your legs automatically tried to close, but Kilgrave had you firmly kept in place. He leaned upward, pulling you close, your back pressed firmly against his chest. 

“Oh, what’s the matter, sweetheart? Is it too much?” 

You paused, considering it, then nodded weakly, your eyes screwed shut. Your heart had skipped a beat at the pet name, but you had more pressing matters at hand. 

“Really? You came like a whore when I hit you with a fucking belt, but if I slap your cunt just a bit too hard, then you start whining?” 

You nodded again, feeling thoroughly humiliated. 

Kilgrave hummed in satisfaction. “Mmm. That’s too bad, I suppose. You’ll have to learn to like it.” 

You whimpered and writhed as another hit came, then  another. You moaned, starting to feel the stinging pain give way to a wave of pleasure, but still you trembled, completely overwhelmed. 

“See? Look at you. You’re desperate for it. I know how much you love it when I hit you. Stop squirming and let me give you what you want.” 

Your body relaxed involuntarily, eyes automatically locking onto yourself in the mirror. Again his hand came down, and your hips jumped forward, anticipating it.

You bit your lip as the stinging pain slowly settled into a pleasurable tingling feeling, watching as your clit grew bright red and slightly swollen as Kilgrave kept going, slap after slap after slap until you were gasping for air, jerking your hips against nothing in a desperate bid to cum, your head spinning. 

He stroked your clit with the tip of his index finger, just the barest of touches, but it was enough to make you flinch at the sensitivity. You groaned, but you still thrust your hips forward, wanting more. 

“Oh, look at that. Feels good, doesn’t it? Greedy fucking whore.” He punctuated the sentence with one final, harsh slap before pulling out and moving you off his lap.

You tumbled limply, until you landed in the middle of the bed, facedown and panting, feeling your abused clit throb pleasurably with every heartbeat. You didn’t even have time to try and take a full breath before you felt Kilgrave position himself above you, his cock brushing at your entrance. 

 “Are you gonna be good for me?” he murmured close to your ear. 

You nodded, and you felt him lean closer, his teeth grazing your neck before he spoke again. 

“Then tell me what you’re going to let me do.” 

You exhaled a moan before taking a shaky breath in. “Whatever you want to do. I can take it.”

“Is that so?” 

“Mm-hmm,” you sighed. You wriggled your hips, trying to maneuver yourself back onto his cock. “Just fuck me, I’ve been thinking about you all week — oh my fucking god!” 

Kilgrave had grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing himself inside of you with a deep moan that was almost a growl as he did so. You frantically moved to match his pace, throwing your hips back against his to meet every brutal thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him fuck against your most sensitive spot, over and over and over again, never letting up, never faltering. 

He slapped your ass once, twice, three times before ordering you to cum. No teasing, no making you beg, just one simple order: “Cum.” And you obeyed, grinding out your orgasm, keening with pleasure as you did so. 

It was nearly a full minute before your brain started working again and you realized he hadn’t stopped fucking you. Your thoughts were hazy, but you had the vague feeling that that was odd. You remembered last time, and how he’d refused to let you cum until he was right on the edge. So, you mused vaguely, you’d figured he was close, but he was still going.

However, you didn’t have any time to think about it any further, because he was ordering you to cum again - the same way, just one blunt command. 

“Cum.” 

And your body obeyed without warning. 

You normally needed more time between orgasms; your body was still reeling from the last one. And yet, you still found yourself cumming, trembling from the force of it, your cunt clenching onto him desperately. 

Your shaky hands faltered where they gripped the sheets and you briefly scrambled to try and hold yourself upright, but your efforts were in vain. The minute you thought your body was stable, the command came again. 

“Cum.”

This time, you completely let go. There was no way you could have even tried to hold yourself together. The pleasure was blinding you, making your heart skip a beat as it raced in your chest. You fell forward, burying your face in the sheets. The only thing holding your hips upright was Kilgrave, his grip on you holding firm even as you convulsed, unable to regain control of your exhausted muscles.

You were nearly hyperventilating now, your breath coming fast and hard as you turned your face to the side and desperately tried to get words out. 

“Wh…what…what the f….fuck are y…you…doing to me?”

You couldn’t see Kilgrave, but you heard the grin in his voice, even as he panted with the exertion of fucking you. 

“You said I could do whatever I wanted. What I want is to see how many times you can cum before you tire yourself out. I’m not going to stop until you can’t move, and you don’t get my cum inside you until then. Besides, being mind controlled makes you a complete slut anyway, doesn’t it? You’d do it, whether I commanded you to or not. Now be a good girl and cum.”

And your body obeyed without question. 

You bit down on the sheets to keep from biting your tongue, half-pained moans of overwhelming bliss escaping from your throat in guttural, needy cries. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore; you had no idea how your lower half was still upright, and you could feel every nerve in your overstimulated cunt begging for a moment of rest that never came. 

For what felt like hours and hours, every time you started to come down from your last orgasm, Kilgrave would order another from you, and you had no choice but to comply. Eventually, your shaking legs gave in, but he just maneuvered you onto your back without hesitation and kept going. 

Around the time of what you thought must have been the eighth one (although there was no way you could have kept track at that point), you mustered every single bit of your strength to try and resist his orders. You held out for as long as you possibly could, letting the cold fog fill your head for as much as you could bear it, your entire body shaking with the effort, until you cracked and the torturous pleasure flooded you, leaving you even more of a wreck than you had been before. Even worse (even better?), the feeling of being mind-controlled by him acted like a direct line to your brain’s pleasure center, and trying to disobey only made the feeling intensify the longer you tried to resist. Whenever you finally let go, your orgasms only got stronger. And the stronger they got, the more vicious Kilgrave became, taunting you as he fucked your dripping cunt: 

“Oh, yes, take it, just like that, we both know how much you love getting fucked like this…oh, are you trying to resist again? That’s precious. Fine, struggle all you like, you know you’re going to cum anyway, don’t you? There you are, just cum for me. Let it all out. It feels so good, doesn’t it? I know, it feels so good for you to be treated like a slut. God, look at your cute little cunt, leaking all over me, making such a fucking mess. Keep taking it. This is where you belong, isn’t it? Getting impaled on my cock. You’re all mine, all fucking mine. Cum for me, cum for me…such a good girl…fuck, you’re so tight, how are you still so tight after being fucked for this long? It’s like you were made for me, made to get fucked by me. God, I love hearing you scream for me…I don’t even think I’d have to tell you to cum at this point, I think you’d just keep going all on your own, wouldn’t you? Mmm, of course you would. But I know what you’d like more than that. You want me to order you to, don’t you? Come on, beg for it…ask nicely…there you go, I’ve trained you so well, haven’t I? Go on then, cum for me…”

Finally, finally, long after every single one of your senses had been dulled into near-nonexistence, long after your dripping pussy had gone numb with overstimulation, and long after you stopped being able to process anything Kilgrave said, your jerking muscles gave into exhaustion and collapsed, leaving you unable to do anything but moan quietly, your voice having gone hoarse ages ago.

As your cunt twitched weakly with what you prayed would be your final orgasm of the night, you felt Kilgrave’s grasp on you tighten. Through your blurred vision, you saw him throw his head back in ecstasy as he came deep, deep inside you. 

Your eyes rolled back and your lids fluttered shut as he pulled out of you, the relief so intense you would have cried if you hadn’t been so worn out. 

You heard soft footsteps as he made his way to the side of the bed, then felt his hand brush something wet from the corner of your mouth. You felt slightly embarrassed at the realization that you were so fucked out that you’d started drooling. 

You mustered your last bit of energy to crack one eye slightly open. 

“Thank you,” you sighed, your lips curving into a smile as your eyes shut again. You thought you felt a hand brush your hair, but you couldn’t tell - you were already half asleep and dreaming. 

-

When you woke up, it was well past midnight. Your shift had ended hours ago. You groaned as you stretched your sore muscles and rolled over in bed. You were briefly surprised at the realization that you were under the covers, before deciding that you must have pulled them up around you in your sleep. You didn’t let yourself consider the alternative, or that you’d woken up in the exact same position you’d fallen asleep in. 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust your vision to the dark. You weren’t expecting to see Kilgrave there, but his absence still caused a slight pang of hurt. Still, you figured, no one had come up to clean out the room or kick you out since he had, so he had at least booked it for the night. You decided to take advantage of it as your exhaustion caught up with you again and you sank back into a deep, deep sleep.  

-

You woke up a full twelve hours later at noon the next day. Thank god it’s my day off, you thought to yourself as you gingerly got out of bed. You slowly put on your uniform, picking it up from where you’d left it on the floor, wincing as you moved. Still, despite the slight ache that you felt all over, you’d slept better than you had in ages. 

As you smoothed your skirt down, you felt an odd texture inside one of the pockets, a slight crinkling that gave you pause. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. You slowly, anxiously unfolded it to find three sentences written in pencil. The first was an address — based on the street name, you knew it was downtown, in an incredibly expensive neighborhood. You felt a grin spread across your face as you read the rest of the note:

“Save me the trouble of coming to your job again. 8:00 pm tomorrow.

-K.”

You knew exactly where you were going to be tomorrow.

A/N: i literally cannot thank you guys enough for sticking with this, i know the wait has been absolutely insane, but i really do love writing for you guys, and i want to thank each and every one of you for reading <3 as always, my requests are open, and feel free to like/comment/rb if you enjoyed this fic :)) thank you all again for your patience and for all the love - i had NO idea my first kilgrave fic would blow up so much, but i'm delighted that it did!

🍓 the title of this fic is from million dollar man by lana del rey 🍓

[amatoria-herba]

I I ღ Ineffable husbands - ONESHOTS ღ I I

Summary: Compilation of short stories about different Tennant-Sheen pairings, mainly Ineffable Husbands; and 18+ content almost in every chapter. Written in colaboration with @yuukivic

Fandom: Good Omens, Broadchurch, Fright Night, Masters of Sex, Casanova, Wilde, Twilight, Bad Samaritan, Prodigal Son, Jessica Jones, ...

Language: Spanish (google gives option of translating pages ;) )

Platform: Wattpad (@No_giving_up), AO3 (@Yuukivic)

[fluffysweaters21]

Sometimes I see an answered ask on my fave writers’ blog and they’re always the most slutty, feral requests and I think “Did I leave that ask or did someone else?” And the truth is I’ll never know.

[ultravioilence]

insanely niche request here…looking for someone to write a jessica jones/kilgrave plot! tw obviously very dark themes will be included considering the nature of their relationship, and I would like to include some smut in here. i don’t know who I’d rather play haha so we can definitely do it based on your preference!! obvi we will discuss plot ideas!! read my rules and interact with this if ur interested <33

[bellaxgiornata]

Life Worth Living [Chapter Five]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Original Female Character

[You can find the full summary and chapter list for this series here]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains fluff, angst, violence, PTSD, smut (Contains our beloved Defenders and lots of plot twists)

Word Count: 9.7k

a/n: This is a very long chapter and will forever be one of my favorite early chapters in this series. I love flirty Matty in this one and you should know that if I can work Matt and flirting over pool into a fic, I'm going to. You also finally get a bit of a glimpse at what Olivia can do... Anyway, feedback is always appreciated!

It was Saturday night, two nights after I’d run into Jessica and Trish. Jessica had texted me over the past couple of days, keeping me up to date on Hope’s case and her struggle to find witnesses. She'd also told me about the apology Trish had broadcast on Trish Talk yesterday morning, the day after challenging Kilgrave on air and he'd called in. 

I remember listening to the show, hearing his voice over the radio for the first time in years. I hadn't been able to fall asleep for more than an hour at a time the past few nights since. I'd barely eaten, too, having lost my appetite with his reappearance in my life. And because I'd been spiraling, I hadn't left my apartment in the past two days either, unconsciously avoiding Matt, Foggy, and Karen. Matt hadn't had any other night time check-ins; since I was barely sleeping I wasn't having nightmares. 

Currently I was sprawled out on my couch, staring at some awful sitcom, not exactly watching it. My eyes were burning and slightly bloodshot from the lack of sleep over the entire week. There was a half eaten slice of toast I had long since abandoned on a plate in the middle of my coffee table, which was a mess with dishes that had piled up. 

A rapid succession of hard knocks at my front door caused me to stiffen on the couch. My fingers gripped the cushions roughly as I held my breath. 

Did he find me already?

“Olivia! Where the hell have you disappeared the last few days!” Foggy’s boisterous voice called from the other side of my front door.

The tension slowly eased out of my muscles as I carefully sat up on the couch. I glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized black tee-shirt I was wearing and frowned. I looked a mess, but I didn’t have time to dress to answer the door for Foggy. With a huff I made my way to the front door where Foggy had taken up banging again.

I swung the door open to be greeted by Foggy’s beaming face–which immediately fell when he actually took in the sight of me.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” he breathed out, eyes wide.

Karen suddenly appeared next to Foggy, Matt being pulled along beside her. Her eyes grew wide as well when she began scanning me up and down, her mouth parting a little in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked quickly, voice full of concern.

“Jesus–you’ve got a bandage on your forehead and…shit, are those bruises on your neck?” Foggy gasped. “Did someone choke you?”

Matt’s jaw snapped shut instantly. From my place at the door I could see the muscles twitching as he ground his teeth. Karen eyed me with a sorrowful gaze, her focus lingering on my bruised neck for a few moments. I let out a sigh, rubbing a hand across my face. 

“I’m fine, just had a terrible past few days,” I assured them.

“But were you attacked?” Foggy pressed.

“Yes, but it was a…misunderstanding,” I explained.

Foggy’s eyes narrowed at my words; Karen raised a brow at me questioningly. Matt still remained clenching his jaw, his hands gripping his cane so hard his knuckles were turning as white as the object itself.

“How does someone attacking you turn out to be a misunderstanding?” Foggy shot at me.

I waved a dismissive hand quickly, as if I could wave away their worry. “Look, don’t worry about it. I’m fine, I’m handling it.”

“That certainly makes me feel better,” Foggy said sarcastically. “Did you go to the police?”

I raised a hand, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m trying to. When I…can.”

“Why can’t you now?” he pried.

I took a deep breath, fighting back the frustration. I didn’t want to drag the three of them into this. They didn’t need to be on Kilgrave’s radar.

“Because the problem…requires evidence, which I imagine you can understand, being lawyers,” I told him. “And until I have that, I’m…dealing with it.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Matt said, his tone dark. “Whatever you’re doing, it doesn’t sound safe. You shouldn’t be dealing with it, especially not alone.”

“I’m not…I’m not alone,” I said slowly. “I have help. And I’m…” my voice trailed off, searching for the words. “I’m sort of the only one able to deal with this.”

“What does that even mean?” Foggy pushed. "You're being cryptic and it's scaring me."

I exhaled slowly, opting for a bit of the truth. 

"Some P.I. was looking for someone, someone I…used to know. They thought I might’ve had information, but I didn’t," I explained. "Now I'm sort of helping them. That's all."

Karen looked skeptical but remained quiet at my explanation. Matt’s jaw muscles had stopped ticking, but his head was tilted to the side and I could tell he was intensely focused on me behind his dark glasses when I felt that telltale prickle along my skin. It was Foggy who continued on.

"But the bruises?" 

"I was on a run, had my earbuds in. They grabbed me to talk, I freaked out and attacked them first," I explained with a shrug. "They were just trying to defend themselves too. Like I said–just a misunderstanding."

"Alright…" Foggy said slowly, not looking entirely convinced. 

"So uh…" I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Why is it that you're banging on my door after nine?"

"We were going to go to Josie's," Karen told me. "We thought you might want to come out."

"Planning to stay out until the sunrise?" I questioned them cautiously. 

"No," Karen said with a laugh. "I don't think Foggy could handle that again."

"Hey!" Foggy exclaimed, affronted. "I did just fine that night, thank you!"

I grinned at the pair before my eyes slid back and landed on Matt behind them. He was smiling but it almost looked forced. I hadn't spoken to him since the night he'd come over and then disappeared on me before I'd woken up. 

"Would you like to join us?" Matt asked slowly, one of his brows raising.

I glanced down to what I was wearing, a frown covering my face before I looked up, taking note of their clothes. Matt and Foggy were wearing button down shirts, ties, and dress pants with nice winter coats covering them. Karen was in yet another nice dress with a black pea coat, her face made up and her hair neatly pulled back in a bun. Meanwhile, I was pretty sure there was a smear of peanut butter somewhere on my shirt, a hole forming at the left ankle of my sweatpants, and my hair was a tousled mess.

"I'm sort of a mess right now…" I answered, voice trailing off.

Karen smiled wide, catching my eye. "We can wait, if you want to change."

"Yeah, we'd love for you to come out with us," Foggy assured me. “Josie’s is just a dive bar, you don’t need to get dressed up. We just had some office work for a new case we worked on today so,” he said, waving a hand at their attire, “we haven’t really changed.”

Clearing my throat, I stepped aside from the doorway. "I'll just change quick, if you want to wait inside?"

Foggy quickly rushed past; I could feel him surveying the state of my apartment without even seeing him. Karen slipped in past me, guiding Matt inside. His hand briefly brushed against my arm as he stepped past me and I wondered if it was intentional or not. Closing the door behind them, I followed Karen and Matt down the entry hall into the living room.

I shifted awkwardly as Foggy and Karen eyed the coffee table littered with empty water glasses and coffee mugs; the piece of lone peanut butter toast forgotten on the table. I quickly grabbed the plate, biting my lip awkwardly.

“Sorry, wasn’t planning on company,” I muttered as I rushed to empty the toast in the trash before tossing the dish in the sink. As I made my way through the living room, I briefly mumbled out, “I’ll just be a minute,” before darting down the hall and towards the bedroom.

Sliding the door closed behind me, I made my way to the dresser, grabbing the brush atop it and quickly combing through my long, blonde hair. It was a tangled disaster and I frowned as I tried to tame it, giving up when the waves wouldn’t straighten out. I made my way to my closet, opening the door and quickly selecting a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and an oversized, cream colored sweater. I slipped out of my sweatpants and tee-shirt, pulling up the jeans before slipping the sweater on. Stepping back towards my closet, I grabbed a black leather jacket and tugged my arms into it. Making my way back to my dresser, I quickly applied some mascara, a bit of concealer to cover the dark circles under my tired eyes, and a faint bit of perfume–for some reason I felt like I could still smell the traces of peanut butter which must’ve gotten into my hair.

I paused, placing the spray onto the dresser and eyeing my reflection. I didn’t look nearly as put together as Karen but definitely better than I had before. My eyes traveled down to my neck, the angry bruising looking a little bit lighter today. I lifted a hand, my fingertips gently tracing the bruises with a frown. I had no way to cover those and I refused to use my abilities to heal them–not that I could now anyway, considering I'd have to explain why they'd disappeared. With a sigh, I pulled some hair forward and tugged my jacket tighter around me. It was the best I could do. 

Exiting my room, I heard the sound of muffled voices. The three of them suddenly quieted when I appeared in the living room. 

“Maybe you should convince Matt to get a dog and you can share it,” Foggy said as he rose from the couch. 

My eyes narrowed playfully at Foggy as Karen giggled behind a hand.

“Are you implying I’m lonely, Nelson?” I asked him.

“Of course not…” Foggy answered, his tone not quite believable. "It certainly doesn't look like you've been in your apartment, alone, for days on end or anything…"

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how service dogs work, for starters,” I told him. “And also–I’m pretty sure I already said I’m partial to cats.”

“Then maybe you should get a cat,” Foggy urged. 

“Thinking I should get a head start on being the lonely cat lady already?” I teased him, leading the group towards the front door.

“Oh, well, no–that’s not what I meant,” Foggy fumbled.

I laughed lightly, opening the front door and stepping aside so the three could exit. This time Foggy was leading Matt instead of Karen, who muttered a ‘thank you’ as she passed by.

“I’m just teasing, relax,” I told Foggy, locking the door behind me as I exited. “Besides, I’ve already considered getting a cat. Just haven’t exactly gotten around to it.”

“Maybe you should,” he continued. “I hear they lower stress levels.”

I rolled my eyes, jamming my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket as we stopped in front of the elevator doors.

“Alright, I’m feeling personally attacked now,” I joked. “Can we focus the topic of discussion to something other than me? You said you guys had a new client?”

“Oh! Right, yeah, that guy who came in that morning you were at the office,” Foggy said, perking up. “Can’t really go into details because, you know, client confidentiality and all. But we got a case! A paying one.”

I smiled, watching as the elevator doors flew open and stepping inside behind the group. I found myself suddenly beside Matt, who had dropped Foggy’s arm now.

“That’s great, really,” I told them.

“That reminds me, Karen,” Foggy said, turning his attention to her. “I wanted to ask you about that file from earlier.”

My gaze darted down to my feet as Foggy started discussing some case-related files with Karen. For a moment I wondered if going out to a bar with them was really the best idea, but then I quickly scolded myself. I couldn’t stay inside my apartment hiding forever. Besides, I wouldn’t be alone and tonight should hopefully be fun. And, if I was being honest with myself, I missed all three of them.

A hand gently squeezed my shoulder and I jumped, eyes darting upwards. Matt was looking in my direction, his brows raised just above his dark glasses. I noticed the elevator had reached the lobby, Karen and Foggy holding the doors as they continued their deep discussion.

“You alright?” Matt asked me quietly.

“Yeah, I uhm…yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “Just spaced out for a moment.” 

The left side of Matt’s lip curled up at me, his brows lowering. “You mind if I walk with you? I think those two are in the middle of some very boring office talk, and I’ve sort of had enough of that for one Saturday.”

Nervously I shoved a few strands of hair behind my ear, nodding. Immediately realizing he couldn’t see the gesture, I smiled sheepishly and answered, “Yes.”

His warm hand slid from off my shoulder, slipping underneath my arm until he could firmly hold onto my bicep. I fought the shiver that ran down my spine, chewing my lip anxiously as I led him out of the elevator, his cane tapping along the floor as we moved. 

“How far is the bar?” I asked curiously, trying to combat the silence as we made our way through the lobby behind Foggy and Karen.

“About a block and a half,” Matt told me. “Not far.”

When we stepped outside, the cold chill of the night immediately bit at my face and I unconsciously leant into Matt. 

“Cold?” Matt asked me.

My heart sped up at the sudden closeness of his lips to my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin. I swallowed hard.

“Yeah, just a little,” I answered. 

Without hesitation, he removed his hand from its place around my bicep, instead wrapping it around my waist and pulling me in towards him as we walked. I could feel the hard muscles of his chest against my side now; the warmth of his body seeping through my leather jacket. I could smell the scent of cedar and clove again, something I hadn’t realized I’d missed until just this moment. The feeling that often arose in my stomach around Matt suddenly reared its head, causing my breath to catch briefly on my next inhale.

Matt’s nose brushed against my temple, his lips lightly grazing my ear as he leant in beside me, whispering, “Is this okay?”

I blinked hard, clenching my hands tightly into fists in my jacket pockets. For the briefest moment, I almost stopped on the sidewalk, overcome with a strong urge to grab him by the coat and pull his lips to my own. Immediately I pushed the thought away.

“Yes, but,” I answered, voice weak. I tried to calm down before continuing. “Isn’t this harder for me to help guide you?”

A very light chuckle warmed the side of my face from his breath. His mouth was back near my ear again, lightly skimming his lips against the sensitive part of it as he spoke.

“I know these streets very well,” he assured me. His voice was deep, almost a whisper; a conversation just between us as Karen and Foggy were forgotten ahead of us on the sidewalk. “I’ll be fine.” 

There was a beat of silence between us, my mind entirely focused on the feel of Matt’s nose lightly brushing against the top of my head.

“You smell nice,” Matt muttered.

A snort escaped me at his compliment before I shot him a look. He was smiling in my direction, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I very badly wanted to rip those glasses off of his face to see him better.

“What?” he asked curiously, a smile lingering.

“I’m pretty sure there’s peanut butter somewhere in my hair,” I said with a chuckle, my cheeks burning in slight embarrassment.

Matt’s nose nuzzled against the top of my hair for a moment again. My eyes fluttered closed at the gesture; it wasn’t one I’d experienced before–something so sweet and affectionate–and neither were the butterflies that suddenly broke loose in my stomach.

“There’s definitely peanut butter in your hair,” he agreed, his tone teasing.

I laughed lightly along with him, rolling my eyes. “Great. Well, I’m glad you enjoy it. Is it making you hungry?”

“Maybe…” he said, his voice barely audible.

Something about the way he said the word caused a warmth to suddenly erupt low inside of me. I stiffened as I felt Matt’s hand suddenly tighten against my waist. He cleared his throat before speaking again, but I noticed a slight waver in his tone as he did.

“You smell like coffee though,” he murmured. “And a mix of something citrus and floral. Mandarin?” he questioned lightly, brushing his nose against the top of my head again. “And…hibiscus?”

I expelled a breathy laugh, feeling a little lightheaded from this conversation. “You’re good,” I whispered back. “Clearly you know your scents.”

Matt hummed in response, a slight grin permanently fixed on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by Foggy.

“Welcome to Josie’s!” he exclaimed, gesturing dramatically at the entrance to the bar.

Breaking out of the private bubble Matt and I had been in, I glanced up. There was a red neon sign on the front window, displaying the name of the bar. The sound of old rock music was drifting out onto the sidewalk. 

Foggy held the door open for Karen to pass through, and then gestured for Matt and myself. Matt’s hand slid from around my waist and back up to my bicep, his warm hand curling around it as I led him inside. I followed behind Karen to the bar, Foggy coming in behind us. 

The bar was indeed a dive bar; it was dimly lit with neon signs and a few strings of lights around the ceiling. The walls were a dark wood paneling reminiscent of the seventies and there were a few old gambling game machines placed precariously about. A lone pool table sat vacant near the front window with the neon sign. I was surprised to see there were a handful of people here; it wasn’t crowded but it certainly wasn’t empty. 

I rested my arms against the bar top beside Karen, feeling a pang of sadness as Matt released his grip on my arm. Foggy was gaining the attention of Josie behind the bar to order drinks as I continued to survey the room. 

The three immediately ordered beers when Josie finally appeared. As she started placing the bottles on the bar, the older woman now stared at me expectantly.

“Oh, uh, water please,” I ordered.

“No!” Foggy and Matt both shouted in unison.

I jumped at their unexpected reaction, my eyes widening. Karen only giggled beside me, shaking her head.

“You do not drink the water at Josie’s,” Foggy warned me dramatically. “There’s something wrong with the pipes. You can… see the bacteria and rust in it.”

“That’s why we always order our drinks neat,” Matt added.

“Alright then…”I said slowly, turning back to the expectant Josie as she rested both hands on the bar. “Just a coke, then.”

“No ice!” Foggy tacked on.

I shook my head, laughing, as we threw some cash on the sticky bar counter.

“Not drinking tonight?” Karen asked me curiously as we waited for my coke.

“I don’t drink,” I admitted. “I prefer to be in full control of my…mental faculties.”

"Not a problem!" Foggy exclaimed, clapping a hand on my shoulder. 

I thanked Josie as she placed my drink on the counter a moment later. My eyes wandered up to the television behind the bar. Despite the muted voices I could see they were talking about the man in the mask, an enlarged, grainy cellphone image of him on the screen. Karen followed my gaze, her eyes landing on the news.

"What’s your take on him?" she asked me curiously.

I shrugged in response, watching as she took a pull from the beer she'd ordered. She shot me a look, shaking her head.

"No, you've been here for a couple weeks now," she pushed. "You've had to have heard about him. Seen the news. Form some sort of an opinion."

"The mysterious Devil of Hell's Kitchen," Foggy said, whispering the vigilante's name. "Now I'm of the opinion we shouldn't let people go around punching criminals–that's illegal and all. But Karen thinks he's a hero."

I glanced at Karen, watching as she pushed some hair behind her ear and stared down at the beer bottle in her hands. Her fingers were peeling the label on the bottle absently.

"He did save my life once," she told me. "And he's been going after only criminals. Not killing anyone." She shrugged. "I think he's doing good."

My attention turned to Matt who was quietly taking a drink from his bottle, his eyes shielded by his glasses. He was leaning against the bar towards us, but he was facing the rest of the bar and the patrons in it. Foggy followed my gaze and threw his arm around Matt, causing his attention to return to our group.

"Matt here claims to not pay attention enough to form an opinion," Foggy told me, shaking Matt a little by the shoulders.

I quirked a brow at him curiously as I took a sip of my drink. "You've lived here longer than me, and you want me to believe you don't have an opinion?" I asked him curiously.

Matt sent me a charming smile as he said, "As a lawyer, I don't condone criminal acts. But he also saved one of our friends, so," he shrugged. "I don't have an answer."

"So what about you?" Karen asked, nudging me curiously. "What's your take?"

My eyes focused on my glass on the bar in front of me. "Honestly, I haven't given it much thought, but," I admitted, noticing the way Matt leaned forward in interest as I spoke, tongue darting out to wet his lips, "I've seen some of the footage they've shared of him on the news. You can't exactly deny that he's…skilled." I winced as Kilgrave’s face came to mind. "There's definitely worse things he could be doing instead of helping the people of Hell's Kitchen."

"So you approve of what he's doing?" Karen pushed.

I shrugged slowly before taking a drink of my coke. "Sure, I guess. At least he's not hurting innocent people."

"You know what? The pool table is open," Foggy said, pointing his beer bottle at the table. "Let's go play a game. We can do teams." He turned to me with a smile and a wink. "I'll be nice and take pity on you and give you Matt."

My brow rose questioningly at his words and the way Karen hid a laugh behind her hand. " Give me Matt?" I asked him.

Matt scoffed, a faux look of offense crossing his face. "I'm a human being, Foggy, you can't just give me away to people."

Foggy grabbed Matt by the arm, leading him toward the pool table. I pushed off the bar beside Karen, eyeing her curiously. She leant in beside me and whispered, "Matt is actually really good at pool."

"Buddy, I'm giving you an in to play with the girl you clearly like," Foggy pointed out matter-of-factly.

My cheeks flamed at his words and I ducked my head, biting my lip. Karen bumped my arm, catching my gaze. She sent me a questioning look, eyebrows raised. She tilted her head towards Matt and then back at me, an expectant look on her face. I chewed the lip caught between my teeth, eyes slightly wide at her silent question. Very slowly I shrugged in answer, shooting her a sheepish look. Her mouth twisted slowly into a knowing smile. Matt and Foggy carried on, entirely unaware of the exchange that just took place.

"Well when you put it like that," Matt countered with a low chuckle. 

"Plus I figure Olivia could use the help," he added. A smirk crossed his face as the pair reached the pool table. "Though I suppose that means you can't pretend you need so much help as you usually would."

Matt’s lip curled into a mischievous smile as he turned towards Karen and I. "I still need help finding the cue ball," he pointed out.

I set my drink on the table next to the pool table; Karen shrugged out of her coat and I followed suit. My brow furrowed as a thought hit me and I turned towards Foggy who was helping Matt out of his coat before taking off his own. 

"Wait, you think I'm bad at pool?" I asked him. 

Foggy hesitated before he placed the coats at the table Karen and I had claimed. A frown crossed his face as he eyed me curiously. 

"You're…not?" he asked tentatively.

I smirked at him before shaking my head, heading towards the rack of pool cues and grabbing two.

"I lived in Anchorage for a few years," I explained, turning back to face our little group. "The main social activity was going to bars–to play pool and throw darts." I waved a hand at the bar around us. "This is my element, Nelson."

"Aww, damn it!" Foggy whined.

I laughed, crossing over to Matt and swapping out his beer for the pool cue.

"You're going down, Nelson," I threatened playfully. 

"Go easy on me, I'm just a poor lawyer," Foggy joked.

"Consider it payback for the comment about me being lonely and needing a pet," I teased back. 

"Ohhh," Karen said, rubbing her hands together as she headed towards the cue rack, "Maybe we should make a bet."

Foggy grunted, rounding on Karen. "Did you not just hear the poor lawyer part?"

"What's your bet, Karen?" Matt asked her, ignoring Foggy.

She chewed her lip and let out a thoughtful hum before a large grin appeared on her face, her eyes landing mischievously on me. My eyes immediately narrowed in response. 

"Losers buy the next round," Karen answered slowly, her eyes still reflecting a playful glint as they continued to match my guarded ones, "and winners…kiss."

My mouth dropped as I gaped at Karen. She just giggled in response, feigning innocence. Foggy offered Karen a high five, which she enthusiastically returned.

"Those sound like good terms," Matt responded with a grin. "I accept."

I held up a hand quickly. "Okay, explain to me why there's a stipulation on the winners?"

She shrugged casually, grabbing her beer from off the table and bringing the bottle to her lips. "To make things more interesting," she answered innocently before taking a drink.

Foggy stepped forward, holding his hand out towards me. "Do you accept the terms?"

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I reached out and shook his hand. "Fine," I muttered.

"Let the record state Olivia shook on it!" Foggy declared to the bar as Karen laughed. His attention returned to me as he released my hand. "Now you either win and kiss my handsome friend there, or intentionally try to lose and wound him deeply, madam." 

I laughed awkwardly, unable to hide my amusement and nervousness at Foggy’s playful bluntness. 

"And I would be so deeply wounded," Matt agreed beside me, his face serious as I glanced at him. But then slowly his mouth tugged up at the corner, a devilish smirk took its place on his face. I couldn’t help but stare at his lips as he whispered, "I promise I won't bite." He reached up, sliding his dark glasses slightly down his nose just enough to shoot me a wink before he slid them back up.

I swallowed hard, glancing away and avoiding whatever look Karen was surely shooting my way. 

"How about you and Karen break," I offered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Give you both a fighting chance."

Foggy racked up, adjusting the balls in their appropriate places before sliding them to center and removing the rack. He waved a hand towards Karen suavely, bowing his head a little as he did.

"Ladies first," he said.

Karen bowed good-naturedly in response. "Thank you, sir," she responded before making her way to the front of the pool table.

Holding my cue between both hands, I watched as Karen lined up her shot as she bent over the pool table. Carefully, she slid the cue back before quickly snapping it forward. The cue ball barreled forward and knocked into the balls with a crack , sending the balls scattering around the table. The solid purple four sunk in the back corner pocket as she righted. 

Matt leaned close to me, whispering, "Was it a good break? I heard something go in."

Keeping my eyes on Karen as she moved around the table, looking to take her next shot, I answered, "Pretty decent break. She pocketed one; we're stripes."

"That's good," he whispered back. "Stripes are lucky for me."

I watched as Karen almost got another ball in the pocket, just missing by an inch. Turning my attention on Matt, I asked, "Why does that feel like it's just a line?"

He only grinned back.

"Alright love birds," Foggy teased. "You're up."

I huffed at his comment, rolling my eyes as Matt let out a breathy chuckle. He cocked his head and gestured towards the table.

"Ladies first, right?" he asked smoothly.

"If you insist."

I left his side, making my way around the pool table and pausing in front of the white cue ball. Lightly tapping a finger against the cue in my hands, I surveyed my options for a moment. Eventually I leaned over the table, lining up my shot and finding the right angle to hit the ball. I sucked in a breath as I pulled the cue back between my fingers, releasing it at the same time I released the cue. The white ball flew across the table and knocked into the solid Karen had just knocked near the side pocket, pushing it further away now. The cue ball bounced back against the bumper before flying across to the other side of the table, slapping into the solid green six which in turn sunk the striped blue ten into the pocket.

As I strolled across the side of the table to take my next shot, I caught Foggy’s wide mouthed stare and Karen's surprise.

"How'd she do?" Matt asked his friends.

"I think it's safe to say she knows what she's doing," Karen responded. 

I smirked as I leant over the table again, aiming the cue ball and knocking it easily into another striped. It slid right into the pocket as I sauntered over to the cue ball again.

"You guys are going to annihilate us," Foggy groaned. "How much time did you spend playing pool at the bars in Anchorage?" he called over to me.

I hit the cue ball, watching as it rolled its way across the table and sunk another stripe before I glanced up at Foggy with a smug smile.

"Well I don't drink, so… a lot?" I mused aloud. "But I'll show some mercy," I joked as I took another shot, intentionally leaving the cue ball in an awkward position for Foggy.

“Thank God for small mercies,” he mumbled sarcastically as we passed by each other.

I grinned, grabbing my coke from off of the table and finishing it. Foggy took his time lining up his shots, managing to land a tricky shot and sinking a ball, but missing on his next turn. 

“Your turn buddy,” Foggy told Matt as he took his place beside Karen.

I stepped away from the table, crossing the two short strides to stand beside Matt. Gingerly I grabbed his forearm as I told him that the cue ball was on the opposite side of the table. As we passed by Karen and Foggy, I swore I heard Foggy lean in to Matt and whisper a “you’re welcome” as Karen giggled.

I stopped in front of the end of the table, Matt pausing beside me. “So,” I told him, sliding my hand down his forearm to catch the back of his free hand in mine, gently guiding it forward onto the table towards the white ball, “the cue ball is right here.” I paused as I held his hand against the ball, noticing how his head tilted close to me, his brows furrowing in thought as he paid close attention to my voice. “It’s about six inches to the left of the back middle pocket; about a foot from the back bumper. You’ve got a pretty clear shot at your ten o’clock to sink the eleven in the middle left pocket.” My eyes darted around the table, taking in other options.

“Or?” he asked softly, slowly leaning over the table and readying his cue.

Tentatively, I guided him along the table, one hand on his with the cue, the other on his waist as I turned him just a fraction. 

“Or,” I told him, not entirely sure how good he was at pool, “If you hit the cue ball to your four o’clock, hard enough to bounce the bumper, there’s another striped perfectly lined up with the back left corner pocket near us.”

“Hmm,” Matt hummed in thought. “Thank you.”

My hands slowly slid off of him and I took a couple of steps back, crossing my arms across my chest and studying him curiously. His head tilted in a few different directions around the table for a moment before he leaned further over lining up his shot. It was at that moment I realized I had the perfect view of his ass and I tried–I really tried–not to check him out but my eyes dipped down for one appreciative moment. When I glanced up, I saw Karen smirking at me from across the pool table. I raised a hand, trying to cover the silent laugh that escaped me. The movement caught Foggy’s attention and he momentarily sent me a questioning look, to which I shook my head in response to. Karen bit her lip, trying to fight back her own laugh. The sound of Matt hitting the ball broke the moment and I glanced down at the table, watching as the balls scattered. He’d chosen the more complicated shot and succeeded. 

“Good shot,” I praised him, slightly impressed as I made my way back beside him.

He turned his face towards me, grinning wide. “Maybe I just really want to win.”

“Flirt,” I teased him back as I guided him by his forearm towards the cue ball again. 

“Is it working?” he asked me curiously.

I grabbed the back of his hand again, guiding it towards the cue ball as I reminded him, “I don’t date flirts. Cue ball is here, just in front of the back left pocket.” His hand touched the ball as I leaned in just over his shoulder, eyeing the potential shots. “You’ve got a good shot at another stripe, directly across the table in the corner right pocket. The ball is about…” I paused, gauging the distance, “four inches to the left of the pocket.”

“Easy,” Matt mumbled.

Again, I let go of him and stepped back, watching once again as he appeared to take in the table despite his lack of sight. Then he lined up his shot for a moment and sunk the ball. Matt stood up, smiling.

“Did that go in, Foggy?” Matt joked. “I couldn’t see.”

I giggled as Foggy exasperatedly rolled his eyes at his friend. “Yes, Matt,” Foggy answered in a deadpan. “You know it damn well did.”

I led Matt all the way to the other side of the table where the cue ball now sat, once again guiding his hand to the ball and directing him to where the last stripe sat and the obstacles in his way before I left him to take his shot. Honestly, I didn’t expect that he’d be able to make it–that shot would be tricky even to me. But my mouth dropped in shock when I watched him hit the ball and it jumped over a solid, smacked into a bumper, and then rolled into the final stripe, pocketing it.

“Should we get drink orders ready?” Foggy joked. “Seems like we lost already.”

Karen laughed, playfully swatting Foggy’s arm. Matt turned towards me, a wide grin still spread across his handsome face.

“What do you think, should I give them a chance?” Matt teased.

I snickered at his question, stepping towards him to guide him yet again to the cue ball.

“That’s on you,” I answered simply.

I lined him up and directed him to where the eight ball now sat on the table. It wasn’t a remotely difficult shot at all. When I laid out the table for him, he paused for a moment in thought as I stepped back.

“Eight ball, right corner pocket,” Matt called out.

I saw Foggy roll his eyes as Karen sent me a quick wink, downing the rest of her beer. I blushed, focusing back on the game. Matt hit the ball and it easily rolled across the table, knocking the eight ball into the right corner pocket. 

“Alright!” Foggy exclaimed, clapping his hands as Matt turned around from the table. “Another beer for you and another coke for the lady?” 

“Sure,” Matt agreed, his focus in my general direction now.

I swallowed hard, glancing at Foggy and nodding quietly. Karen waggled her brows at me before linking her arm around Foggy’s.

“We’ll be at the bar, grabbing the next round,” Karen told us, tugging on Foggy’s arm.

As they began walking away, Foggy called back, “Remind me to never put you two on a team together!”

I chuckled as I watched them retreat to the bar, sliding past a few patrons as they went. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Matt said, appearing in front of me now, “but we did just win, correct?”

I smiled, eyes darting up to the bar ceiling. 

“Yes.”

“And the bet was that the losers had to buy the next round, correct?” he asked next.

My eyes slid down towards my hands, which were now playing with the hem of my sweater. 

“Yes.”

“So Foggy and Karen are off fulfilling their end of the bet, but–correct me if I’m wrong here,” he said again, holding up a hand and looking very serious, “but wasn’t there another part of that bet? For the winners?”

Slowly my gaze shifted up towards Matt, his serious expression fighting to remain on his face. 

“...yes.”

He raised a hand to his chin, rubbing against the stubble there as if deep in thought.

“Something about…” he made a face as if trying to remember, “the winners kissing?”

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to fight the grin on my face anymore. 

“Yes.”

His lips twisted into a matching grin, his tongue darting out against them for a moment. My eyes followed the movement.

“And you did agree to it, right?” he teased.

I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Yes, Matt.”

He took a step closer towards me, leaning in and whispering, “I just wanted to check.”

His hand rose, his fingertips grazing my jaw before he slid it further up, cupping my cheek lightly. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned closer, using his hand to tilt my face up towards him as his other hand suddenly gripped my waist, drawing me closer. Instinctively my hands flew up, resting against his solid chest to brace myself at the movement. The rough pad of his thumb briefly swiped over my cheekbone, caressing it a few times as I swallowed hard, eyes slowly drifting closed. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was almost positive Matt could hear it with how close he was to me.

It was another moment before his lips brushed lightly against mine for the briefest second and I unconsciously found my own tilting up to chase after his. A single huff of amusement left him at the gesture before he closed the distance, bringing his mouth to mine. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft against my own, which stood in contrast to the pleasurable rasp of his stubble against my skin. The hand on my cheek carefully made its way down, gingerly sliding down my chin and towards the back of my neck as he drew me in closer, our lips still working against each other slow and sweet. With a mind of its own, my right hand slid the rest of its way up his chest to wrap against the back of his neck, fingernails lightly raking against the bare skin there. The hand at my waist gripped tight in response, his fingers pushing into the fabric of my sweater. 

After another moment he pulled away, leaning his forehead lightly against mine. I struggled to even my breathing, a heat igniting within me at the absence of his lips. I wanted more; more of his mouth, more of his skin, more of his body against mine. It was an ache I’d never felt before. But as my eyes fluttered open and were met with my own reflection in his dark glasses–which I so desperately wanted to rip off of his face yet again–I recalled where we were and why we’d kissed in the first place.

My hands immediately released the grip they’d had on him as I anxiously stepped back. In turn, Matt’s hands slid from their place against my waist and my neck, our foreheads pulling apart at the distance. I swallowed hard a few times, trying to collect myself as I blinked rapidly. When I glanced up at Matt, his breathing was a bit uneven as well but I noticed him shoot me a small, almost sad, smile. The expression confused me, causing my brows to crease together, but before I could say anything, we were interrupted by Foggy and Karen returning.

“Alright, so this round,” Foggy said as he handed Matt a fresh beer, “it’s guys against gals.”

Matt’s expression quickly recovered at the sound of Foggy’s voice, and he raised the beer to his lips before saying, “Sounds like it’d be a bit more fair.”

I found myself staring curiously after Matt for another moment, trying to decipher the look on his face, before Karen appeared beside me, holding out a full coke with a soft smile on her face. I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts and shooting her a smile.

“Thanks,” I told her, accepting the drink. “Wanna wipe the cocky smiles off their faces?”

“ Always ,” Karen answered with a grin.

The next game began with many taunts and playful name-calling before we’d eased into other topics of conversation. It was unexpected when I was taking my shot that Karen brought up a new topic.

“Did any of you listen to the last few episodes of Trish Talk?” 

I paused, my body freezing as I was trying to line up a shot.

“Yes,” Foggy answered immediately.

Matt shook his head. “No, I don’t generally take an interest in that show,” he admitted.

Foggy quickly cleared his throat. “Yeah, I mean. I was just listening in to that case she was talking about on there the other day. It was interesting, you know, from a lawyer’s perspective.”

“What case?” Matt asked curiously.

I had been lining up my shot again when Karen answered.

“Hope Shlottman? The girl who claims some guy named…Kilgrave? Mind controlled her to kill her parents,” she told him.

My hand slipped as I took the shot, his name causing my hands to immediately slick over with sweat. The cue ball barely rolled along the table not hitting a single ball. I swore I saw Matt’s head turn towards the pool table at my fumble.

“I can’t believe Hogarth took on that case,” Foggy said. “It still baffles me.”

“Why?” I asked, trying not to sound too curious as I made my way back over towards the group.

“Because she only takes winners,” Matt answered. “Cases that are a guaranteed win. Ones to make her firm look good.”

“And this one,” Foggy continued, “is…just strange. There’s video footage of her… committing the crime ,” he said, unable to say the word ‘murder.’ “And then she wants to…what, maybe plead insanity? I guess? Because she can’t really be intending to argue some man mind-controlled her to do it.”

I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. “How would one even go about doing that, assuming, you know, someone did do that?”

Foggy sent me a weird look as Matt’s brows rose behind his dark glasses. I cleared my throat again, awkwardly this time, as the weight of their expressions lingered on me.

“I mean, hypothetically, of course,” I continued quickly. “I’m just curious. Since you guys are, you know, lawyers.”

“Well…” Foggy started, pausing as he thought, staring down at the beer in his hands. The pool game was long forgotten now. “I suppose witness testimonies would help. But like… a lot of them. Better if they were from reputable people.”

“What about…a recording? Of the man using his ability?” I asked.

Matt’s brows furrowed at my question as his head tilted further towards me, but he remained silent as Foggy answered. I could practically feel his intense focus on me, the hairs prickling along the back of my neck.

“You’d probably need reputable witnesses at the taping. The more the merrier,” he told me, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Because someone could always doctor a tape to make it look like he could mind control people. So you’d need to make it credible. Hypothetically, of course.”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing thickly. “Hypothetically.”

“But it was a weird episode,” Foggy continued. “Trish doesn’t usually talk about that sort of stuff, and she sounded like she believed it. Especially when she apologized the following day on her show to the man. As if he actually exists.” “That’s what I thought was weird,” Karen agreed. "Why would she apologize? Unless he…does exist. Maybe threatened her…"

I downed the rest of my coke swiftly, setting the glass on the table beside me. My hands were shaking and I tried to still the movement by gripping the soft fabric of my sweater.

"You feeling alright, Olivia?" Matt asked me curiously.

My head spun towards Matt, wiping my sweating palms against my jeans now. I forced a smile on my face though I was sure Foggy and Karen could see how tense it was.

"Yeah," I answered him quickly, voice a little high. I cleared my throat before adding on, "I'm just going to find the restroom."

"I'll come with you," Karen offered abruptly, setting her drink onto the table. She grabbed my arm and led me forward. "I'll show you where it's at."

Karen led us through the bar towards the back, where there was a sign for the bathrooms. We entered the women's restroom and I bolted for an empty stall. I used the bathroom, lingering for a moment to compose myself, before heading out and washing my hands. I could feel Karen’s eyes on me as she dried off her hands on a paper towel.

"How was it?" she finally asked me.

I glanced up at her, our eyes meeting through the dirty mirror. My breath caught in my throat–did she know?

"How was what?" I asked her.

She rolled her eyes, ripping off a sheet of paper towel and crossing the bathroom towards me, holding it out to me. 

"The kiss?" she prompted.

I grabbed the paper towel from her, drying my hands off. I released a breath, my shoulders relaxing. A flush crept over my cheeks as I remembered the way his hand had cupped my cheek, his thumb gently caressing my skin; the strength of his chest underneath my hands, all hard muscle. I could still remember the feel of his soft lips moving so slowly against my own, the faint taste of him that had lingered for a brief moment after. My jaw clenched as I recalled the warmth of the bare skin on his neck under my fingers and the way his grip tightened on my waist when my nails had lightly dragged across the back of his neck.

"That good, huh?" Karen asked when I didn't answer.

I laughed nervously, her voice pulling me back to the present. Tossing the paper towel into the garbage can, I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"It was…" I paused, exhaling slowly. "Yeah, it was good," I confessed. "Especially considering it wasn't, you know, an actual kiss."

Karen’s brows raised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's because it was part of the bet," I told her. "For the game. Not like…it was supposed to mean something. I'm sure he does that all the time."

She frowned instantly, shaking her head with a sigh. "Foggy must have gotten into your head," Karen said. "I know I haven't known them for too long, but Matt has mentioned you a few times. I know he's asked Foggy about you, too, because he's told me. Matt's definitely interested, but he thinks you're not."

Crossing my arms across my chest, I glanced away, my mind racing back to the other night when Matt had come to check on me. The way he'd seemed so upset about me thinking he was the type of guy who slept around. Then I remembered the sad smile I'd seen on his face after he'd kissed me and frowned.

"I'm not good with relationships," I admitted hesitantly. "I've only had one and it was…bad, real bad. I don't exactly know how to do the whole relationship thing. And I'm not too interested in trying again at the moment." Under my breath I muttered, "Certainly not with someone who seems to easily flirt with every woman he's attracted to."

Karen mimicked my posture, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think Matt is like that," she said slowly. "He's sweet. A good guy. If he wasn't genuinely interested he wouldn't be pursuing you. And Foggy said he's not seeing anyone else. He told me, and I quote, 'the guy is smitten'." She leaned forward, a large smile on her face as she emphasized again, " Smitten. Matt Murdock is smitten with you."

A small smile crossed my lips, but it vanished quickly when I remembered that not only did Matt not really know me, but I was also actively trying to help Jessica and Trish prove that my ex was in fact capable of mind control. And not only that, but he was someone who had forced Jessica and Hope to commit murder, along with so many others who had done equally horrible things because of him. The guilt of that weighed heavily on me, but when Kilgrave found out I was in Hell's Kitchen–because he would soon–I knew those around me wouldn't be safe. I couldn’t willingly put Matt in further danger, it would be terribly reckless.

"It…it can't happen," I said firmly. "Not right now, at least."

Her blue eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.

"So you do like him?" she questioned.

"I mean…I don't know him too well," I told her slowly. "But he's sweet. And funny…and so incredibly, unfairly attractive that it's painful."

Karen giggled, pointing an accusatory finger at me. "I saw you checking out his ass while we were playing pool!"

I laughed with her, holding a finger to my lips and shushing her between laughs. "That's our secret!"

Karen grinned, raising a hand and making a cross over her heart before pretending to seal her lips.

"He likes you though," she said when the laughter died down. "Maybe give it some thought before you completely say no."

I opened my mouth to answer but the buzzing of my phone cut me off. Sliding a hand into my pocket, I grabbed my phone and fished it out. The name on the screen read 'Jessica.' I frowned before taking a step back from Karen.

"I have to take this, I'll be out in a minute," I assured her.

She nodded before turning to leave. I waited until she was out of the bathroom before I answered. 

"Jessica?" I asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Not more than usual," she greeted quickly. "Look, I managed to get my hands on the Sufentanil tonight. Don't ask me how, it's not important."

"Why do I feel like you stole from a hospital?" I muttered.

"Because I did, not the point," she continued on. "Can you meet us tomorrow? Trish and I have a plan to capture him. I can explain it all tomorrow, but…" she hesitated, sounding vulnerable suddenly. "I could really use your help. If you can really do what you say you can, we could really use you if this goes south."

"Whatever it takes, right?" I reiterated. "I'll be wherever you need me."

"Great," Jessica said, the word coming out like a sigh of relief. "My apartment tomorrow morning at 8? You remember where it is?"

"Yeah, I can be there," I assured her.

There was a pause, a beat of silence over the line.

"What?" I asked her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Don't thank me, I told you that," I reminded her, guilt roiling in my gut. "I should have done something sooner, I'm fixing it now. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

I hung up, sliding the phone back into my pocket. Pausing for a moment, I took a calming breath before exiting the bathroom. I maneuvered my way through the crowd, spotting Karen sitting with Matt and Foggy over by the pool table where I'd left them. As I began passing the bar, something caught me by the arm and I stumbled to a stop. I swore I saw Matt stiffen at the table across the room before I turned to see who'd grabbed me.

"You could do a lot better, baby," the man holding my arm said in a low rumble. "You and that blonde." His head gestured towards Karen and I felt my fists clench at my sides, his hand still wrapped around my wrist. "A nerd and a blind guy…" He shook his head, eyes traveling down to rest on my chest as he bit his lip.

I wrenched my wrist free of his grip, glaring at the large, slightly inebriated man on the bar stool. I snapped my fingers up by my face twice. 

"Eyes up here, asshole," I snapped at him.

His eyes slid back up to my face, a dark expression forming on it. 

"Mouthy," he growled, rising from the barstool and towering over me. "Should teach you a better use for that mouth of yours."

"Sit your ass back in your chair," I snarled, voice lowering dangerously, "before I teach you a better use for yours."

With a sneer, the man balled his meaty hand into a fist and swung it backwards. A collective gasp sounded around us as he aimed a punch at me, but I caught his hand instinctively the moment it flew forward, snatching it the second it was mere inches from my face. The man froze, brow furrowing. 

"No fighting in my bar!" Josie's voice boomed from behind the counter.

I clamped my hand tighter around the man's fist, eyes narrowing. I could feel a tingling sensation starting from my temples and behind my eyes before vibrating down towards the hand gripping the man's fist. I ducked my head, letting my hair fall forward to cover my face a little as I spoke.

"You should sit down," I ordered in a harsh whisper, my voice coming out with a faint vibration through the air, "apologize, and return to your drink. You don’t want to cause a scene."

The man gaped, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, dumbfounded. His fist suddenly lowered, hand dropping to his side as he sat into his chair again.

"I'm sorry about that," he muttered, brows furrowed as he spun back around in his chair, his attention back on his drink as he scratched his head.

I stood still for a moment, waiting for the telltale vibration to dissipate before I glanced past him, spotting Josie watching me curiously from behind the bar. The people standing directly beside us were also staring now. I cleared my throat and shrugged casually. 

"Guess he didn't want to make a scene," I explained simply before turning and walking away. 

Foggy interrogated me the moment I neared the table. 

"What the hell was that?" he questioned immediately.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked with a voice as tight as his grip on the table.

"I'm fine," I assured Matt before facing a flabbergasted Foggy and a very pensive Karen. "Just a drunk guy who realized it wasn't worth starting a fight and getting kicked out." I waved a hand, trying to downplay the situation.

"What an asshole," Foggy grumbled, glaring at the guy at the bar. "I'm sorry, Olivia. But hey," he said, shooting me an apologetic smile, "Matt and I would have kicked his ass for you. I don't know how well, mind you."

I laughed, mentally noting the way Karen was staring at me with a calculated gaze. "I appreciate it but I can handle myself."

"Obviously," Karen said as she pointed towards the bruises on my neck, "since you survived whatever that was."

I forced the smile to remain on my lips as my eyes darted to my coat. 

"I should probably get back home, it's getting late," I announced, making my way towards the jacket. "Thanks for inviting me out though, it was good to get out for a bit."

Matt abruptly rose from his chair, a charming smile on his face. "Let me walk you home."

"Oh you don't have to–"

"I insist," Matt cut me off. "Besides, we're going the same way."

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Father knows best pt.2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is it, the final part for my Guardian Devil series. Thank you all sooo much who gave this story some love and I hope to write some more Matt Murdock fics in the future cause lord knows we need to TONE DOWN THE SMUT AND GET WITH THE FLUFF!! Especially if it’s some DARE-DAD fics. 

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Back in the Kilgrave (as it was now called) manor, security were out and about throughout the inside and outside the lodge while inside (Y/n) and Kilgrave were sound asleep together in her room.  One guard was on patrol outside when something hit him at his head knocking him unconscious.

As another guard came walking by and he saw the other guard knocked unconscious, he quickly raced over to him and radioed.

“Ryder’s down. East wing send in….” suddenly the guard was whacked in the back of the head and standing over him was Matt with his club in his hand.  He heard the sound of footsteps racing toward him and he extended out the club to knock out the light just above him sending his area in complete darkness.

The guards all gasped and readied their weapons as they tried to see through the darkness.  One by one Matt took them all out, dodged their gunfire before disarming them and continued on his way, each time knocking out the lights until the entire outside of the lodge was nothing but complete darkness.

*My POV*

I awoke to the sound of gunfire coming from outside.  I stood up from my bed and looked outside but I couldn’t see much of anything except for the sparks from the bullets that flashed through the night sky.

“Father. Father!” I said as I raced back over to him and shook him awake.  He groaned and turned away.  “Father wake up!”

“Whaaat!?” he groaned tiredly.

“Someone’s outside.”

“Don’t be stupid there’s no one out…..”

‘Sir! We have a situation here!’ his walkie talkie sounded off. He groaned and shot up out of bed and grabbed his walkie talkie and pressed the button.

“What is it Gregory!? What could possibly be more important that you had to wake us up and frighten my daughter!?”

‘I apologize sir, but someone’s found your location. More than half of the security is down.’

“Then fire the rest and get more trained personal here now!”

‘Yes sir!’ Father growled lowly and I said to him.

“Father, is—everything alright?”

“Of course darling, everything’s fine. Listen to me, hey.” He came up to me holding my face between his hands.  “Remember no one is taking you away from me ever again. I’m your father and I will protect you till my last dying breath.” I nodded. “Okay now follow me.” He grabbed my hand and we left the bedroom and headed down the south wing towards the back entrance.

But just as father opened the door there stood a man in what looked like a red suit? The horns on the cowl made me think I was looking at the Devil himself, and the red framing around the eyes didn’t help my heartrate any better.

And his posture—dear god his posture was so intimidating as each breath he took was sharp and heavy.  Father hid me behind him and he ordered the man.

“You will leave this cabin, forget everything you’ve seen and never bother us again.” But the man stood firm in his spot.  I noticed how father’s face was shocked to see that his powers hadn’t worked. “Did you not hear what I said?! I said you will leave—” the man threw something long and metal at my father right at his head knocking him down to the ground motionless.

“Father! Father! Father wake up.”

“(Y/n).” the man said to me.  I looked up at him fearfully and watched as he slowly walked closer to me. I looked around and found his weapon and threw it at him but he caught it instantly before setting it as well as the other stick down.  “(Y/n) it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.”

“No I don’t!” I whimpered.

“Yes you do. Your mother and I were friends. I know you’re scared but you don’t have to be afraid of me.” I ran towards the main living room and grabbed an ashtray, some pens, a couple of gaming pieces from a chess board, pillows, anything I could grab and just started throwing them at the Devil.

“Get out of our house! Get out! Leave us alone! You’re not welcome here!” unlike last time when he caught his own weapon, the man shielded himself and took the hits I was tossing at him.  If he was such a threat that he could knock my father unconscious, why wasn’t he fighting back with me.

“(Y/n). Wait, please, (Y/n) stop. I’m not…..STOP IT!!!” his sudden outburst made me stop my throwing and I quickly raced over to one of the grand pillars and hide behind it.  “(Y/n), (Y/n) wait I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to shout I…..”

“Please don’t hurt me.” I whimpered as tears ran down my face. The man stood there stunned as he said as he slowly approached me.

“I would never hurt you. I-I would never, ever dream of hurting you (Y/n). I’m…..” slowly he reached up for his cowl and removed it to reveal a man with dark hair and brownish eyes.  He set the cowl down on the table and turned to me, but I noticed something strange about the way he looked at me.

Normally when you look at someone, especially with the way his voice was trembling, there is direct eye contact.  But this man wasn’t looking me directly in the eyes, he was looking in my general direction yes but not directly into my eyes.  Was he blind? No he-he couldn’t be. How could a blind man do what he had just done?

“I made a promise to your mother, I promised her I’d take care of you. Please (Y/n), I don’t know what he’s said to you but you must remember. Look at me, remember my little hobbit.��� Little hobbit? That’s what my mother used to call me.

“Take him down Bobcat!” as soon as Father’s voice said that command, my fear suddenly turned off and all I saw was red.  I ran at the man and pounced on him, wrapped my legs around his neck, and using my momentum I managed to flip him down onto the ground. I got off of him and got into my Bobcat attack stance (which was get low to the ground, right leg extended outward, one hand on the floor in front of me and my right hand outward with my fingers curled inward like I had claws as I growled lowly).

A growl that was inhuman as I glared up at my prey.  The man slowly got up and looked at me in shock.

“Quit playing with your food Bobcat and kill him!” Father’s voice shouted.  I leapt out at the man and the two of us rolled across the floor until I had him pinned to the ground, my hand over his head exposing the jugular vein.  I knew where to take him down from here, all I needed to do was deliver the final bite.

But the man put him a good fight by trying to keep me away from his neck but I would claw his hands or arms with my nails before trying to lean back down to his neck.  This prey proved more than my last victims but he still needed to die, he couldn’t live anymore.

“Let him go Bobcat.” Father’s voice soon said.  I stopped my attack but refused to get off of my prey.  I roared animalistically at him, baring my teeth at him as I roared and Father ordered me again, “Back off!” reluctantly I got off of the man and came back over to Father’s side putting my hands behind my back and standing at attention.

Father stroked down my hair before brushing his fingers across my jawline and he said.

“Go out to the cliffs and wait for me there.” I turned and walked out of the lodge and headed towards the cliffs.

*3rd Person POV*

Kilgrave turned to Matt and walked up to him as Matt slowly got up.

“I must say I am impressed. Not only can you resist my power but for a blind man to do all this damage, who would’ve thought? Unless you’re not really blind cause if you are that’s just plain wrong.” Matt refused to answer him as he looked up at him and glared daggers at him.  “Strong, silent type. Well no matter. Tell you what, let’s have a little chat about our girl, ehh?”

“What did you do to her?” Matt asked.

“I haven’t done anything. She’s my daughter and she was just trying to protect her father.”

“You’re lying!” Matt hissed.

“Oh right yeah you’ve got that umm….what is it? Echo-location or whatever so you can tell when a person’s lying. Yeah my baby girl told me about that when we first met, so…..yeah you’re right that was a lie. But like I always said, children need discipline, and my daughter’s the most obedient child there ever will be.”

“She’s not an animal you can control to your whim! She’s a living, human child! With feelings and flaws!”

“Well of course I know that. But it is nice to have a little insurance. And when I first saw her as the Bobcat, ohhhh it was perfect leniency I needed.”

“You made her kill that couple, you set this all up.”

“Surprise!” Kilgrave mocked cheered.  At this point Matt wanted to strangle Kilgrave and end his life but there was a pull at his head that if he did, he could call (Y/n) back and he couldn’t dream of ever hurting her.

“What was all this for?”

“I’m glad you asked, you see ever since (M/n) took every legal way to ensure I would never see my daughter again, I began to wonder what if there was a way to surrender one legal way over to me? After her death, I knew there was one way that the law would have to get me to my child again. And that’s where you come into play, Mr. Murdock.” Kilgrave explained as he walked over to the main desk and pulled out some files and set them down.

“You…..want me to sign away my legal Guardianship.” Matt replied.

“She did name you legal Guardian over my daughter. So what you say Matt Murdock? From one father to another.” Matt finally stood up and said.

“I would rather be hang from a gibbet and left to the sports of the crows than surrender (Y/n) to the likes of you.”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that because I really didn’t want to do this but if you don’t, you leave me no choice.” He then pulled out a small remote and he continued, “Our girl has a bluetooth device in her ear, at the press of this button a recording of my voice will play for her to jump off the cliff to her very death.”

“You wouldn’t…..”

“Not only that but one of my security guards will then shoot me dead right in the head. Symbolizing that we will be together even in death as a father and daughter should be.”

“You’d be willing to throw away her life just so no one can have her! Jones was right, you are a deranged psychopath.”

“I’m willing to do anything to be with my daughter again, I’ve missed 16 years of her life and no one will take her form me again!” Kilgrave’s voice gradually got louder before he screamed out the last part of his confession. “But if you sign these papers, she will live.”

Matt honed in on Kilgrave’s heartbeat and found that he was actually telling the truth.

“You must also be aware that once you do sign them, you can never be with her again. No amount of your lawyering practice or whatever alliance you have with the good cops, (Y/n) Kilgrave is mine and mine alone.”

“I know the laws of how guardianship and legal rights to parenting work.” Matt said.  He walked over towards Kilgrave who held out a pen with his free hand while the other one holding the remote kept a steady hovering presence over the button to play the recording.

Matt took the pen and reluctantly began to sign his name at the bottom of the braille line.  As he paused mid-way he just had to ask in order to stall for time, but he also knew from Jessica that Kilgrave did like to brag about certain things.

“Her mother. What happened to her that night on the bridge?”

“Such a cause, a true mother to the end. She really did love our child even though she had my blood surging through her veins. But it was all worth it, when I made her cut off as many of her own limbs before she died.” Matt then began to picture his best friend, his partner and co-worker being forced to cut her own limbs one by one.

A slow, agonizing death.  Probably even being forced to not scream as she did it or not die before she was found in the manner she had been found.  Now the killer finally had a face, after almost 4 years he had his partner’s killer right before him.

As he felt Kilgrave take the papers, with quick reflexes, Matt stabbed Kilgrave with the pen just short of the junction where his neck met his shoulder.  Using this moment of his pain, he then grabbed the arm that held the remote and he twisted it behind him forcing him to release it.

“Her name is (Y/n) Perry and she will never be yours as long as I am standing!” Matt growled before he stomped on the remote breaking it. Kilgrave snarled before exclaiming.

“Shoot him! Shoot him now!” next thing Matt knew, gunfire was going off as the glass windows of the lobby began to explode and the rapid gunfire continued.  Pressing his hand against his injury, Kilgrave made his escape into the woods leaving Matt to fend for himself, or in his hopes be dead while he took care of his daughter.

*My POV*

The sound of the water crashing below the cliff’s edge rang through the early morning sky.  The soft wind blew across my face when I heard Father’s voice say.

“(Y/n) darling come back to me now.” Suddenly my demeanor changed from Bobcat back to normal.  I turned around and raced towards Father and embraced him but felt him groan in pain.

“Father, you’re injured what’s happened?”

“I’ll be alright darling, it’s just a small prick.”

“Did that man do this to you?”

“Like I said, it’s nothing you need to worry about. In fact I don’t think we’ll ever be seeing him again.” He brushed his fingers against my cheek before he said.  “But I’m afraid this isn’t a safe haven for us anymore my darling.”

“Where will we go now?” I asked.

“Just follow my exact directions, okay?” I nodded.  “Turn around and I want you to walk until your feet are just towards the edge.”

“But—”

“Do as your father commands my love.” He said calmly but kept a strong eye contact with me.  I turned around and followed his orders.  I turned to face him but he told me again, “Don’t look back darling. Just straight ahead.” I walked and walked until I was just at the edge of the cliff, the tips of my feet just barely skimming the edge.

“Father, I….I don’t like this.”

“It’ll be alright darling. And you know Father knows best.” Suddenly I felt myself being pushed over the edge and I fell down the cliff screaming as my body scrapped and slid down the rocky cliff until what felt like halfway, I was miraculously saved by a hanging tree that caught my right arm and my feet were able to stand on just a bit of rock.

The sound of rocks and pebbles falling off the cliff and heading down the rest of the way toward the rushing water.  I slowly twisted myself around and gripped onto the rocks that were above me as tightly as I could and tried my best to not look down or even move fearing that one slip would send me the rest of the way down toward the rocks and the rising water.

“Father?” I called up to him.

“It’ll be okay darling, this is the only way we can truly be together.” Slowly I looked up to see father standing over the edge with a large rock in his hands as he slowly raised it up.

“Father please, please no…..” a yell was soon heard as I saw my father being tackled by the man in red once again.  I heard them scuffle with each other and I heard the man say down to me.

“Hold on (Y/n)!”

“Shut up!” Father screamed at him as he tackled the man and the two of them continued to scuffle with each other.  I gripped onto the rock and slowly began to pull myself up and inch by inch I slowly climbed up the cliff’s edge until I was almost at the top.

As I pulled myself up, I saw Father hit the man in the head with a large rock and roll over on top of him but just before he could slam the rock into his head, the man dodged it and punched Father right in his teeth.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you fucking bastard!” Father growled deeply as he began choking the man but the man held him back and managed to roll him over.  Both men trying to overpower the other by being on top, but what they both didn’t know was that they were heading for the edge of the cliff.  

I pulled myself up and ran towards them and just as they both screamed about to fall to their deaths, I reached out and grabbed both of them. The two of them hanging over the cliff and I was their only lifeline.  I looked at the man in red and seeing his face from the faint light of the early lights of dawn rising, something was starting to click in my head.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) darling, you need to let him go.”

“No I….I can do this! Hang on!”

“He’s not your family, (Y/n) darling. I need your other hand.”

“No (Y/n) please!” the man said to me.  I turned to him and his blind gaze held fear and heartbreak as he looked at my general direction.  “He’s using you, I know you’re not a killer.”

“He’s not your father (Y/n)! Remember, Father knows best. Now please love, give me your other hand.” I looked between the two of them and I could feel the man in the devil’s suit’s grip beginning to slip.  I tried to hold onto his glove tighter but ever so slowly he was starting to slip.

“No. No!”

“(Y/n), I love you darling. I need you to help me please.” Father said.

“(Y/n),” the man said to me.  “I…..I’ll be okay.” Those were his only words.  He didn’t even try to plea or beg for his life, the only thing he could say in his potentially final moments were that he would be okay. I turned to father and whimpered.

“Father…..” as the tears slid down my face I let him go and used my other hand to grab hold of the man in red.  My father’s screams echoing throughout the cliff’s side until they were silenced.

I let out a cry as I heaved the man up and over to the cliff’s edge.  With his help, he managed to help me help him up, once he felt his foot was up along the cliff’s edge, he pulled himself up the rest of the way and stood close to me, our arms still wrapped around over each other as we looked down at the water.

As the first rays of dawn began to hit the earth, I could see the faint body of my now deceased father being washed away by the currents. I wept but felt the man embrace me and turn my head away from the water.  His left hand stroking through my hair while his right rubbed soothing circles along my back and I heard him softly hum the Shire theme song.

The last thing I heard before I felt myself pass out from exhaustion was the sound of a car being driven up toward us.

*3rd Person POV*

After the whole Kilgrave manor lodge incident and the authorities taking down Kilgrave’s death as a manner of self-defense, (Y/n) was resting in Matt Murdock’s bed, her body almost appearing child-like with how small she made herself.

“Whatever she went through with Kingpin, it’ll be nothing compared to what Kilgrave did to her. Plus she’ll have to live with the fact she’ll forever have the knowledge that she’s his daughter.” Jessica said to Matt.

“He may have been her birth father, but he was never her dad.” Matt said.  “(M/n) knew that much, and now she can finally be at peace knowing her killer has been put down.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say something like this Murdock.” Jessica poked at him.

“Like you said, Kilgrave had the power to control anyone he wants. No amount of legal force would be able to stop him. Took him 16 years to try when he first sought her out. And he planned this whole year and a half to get her again and he nearly succeeded.”

“Fortunately he didn’t count on one thing.” Jessica said as she took a swig of one of Matt’s cheap beers.  “She had a Guardian Devil on her side. And hell hath no fury than a father’s loyalty.” She stood up and walked out of Matt’s apartment.

Matt turned back to (Y/n) and walked towards her before sitting right beside her.  He adjusted the blankets back over her until she was completely covered once again but just before his hand left her shoulder, he felt her grip onto his wrist.

From all the times he’s been with her and seen her in this position since her mother’s death, he knew just how broken yet desperate her facial expression was for human contact.  Without a single word, Matt got onto the other side of her and she cuddled up close to his chest as Matt’s arms wrapped around her.  He kissed the top of her head as he proceeded to rub her back up and down in the soothing motion he knew she liked.

“Nin meleth le ada.” He heard her softly whisper.  Matt was stunned.  Sure he took on the mantel of being the father-figure she needed but never has he heard her actually call him ‘dad’ before.  And to hear her say it in Elvish, that was something truly special.

(Y/n) only ever spoke to her mother in Elvish and referred to her Naneth which was mother in Elvish.  Now to be called ‘ada’ by her, it warmed Matt’s heart.

“Nin meleth le, sellig.” At hearing him call her his daughter, he felt (Y/n) bury herself deeper into his chest and grip him a little bit tighter.  He kissed her forehead one last time before once again humming the Shire theme song.

[villainousshakespeare]

My Master List for anyone interested!

[demdifferentstories]

Masterlist (Alphabetical)

Started: 26/12/22; Updated: 28/12/22 (will be updated regularly w/ each publishing)

Total works: 38

Fandoms

Broadchurch

The Cabin in the Woods

Doctor Who (2005)

Jessica Jones

Multiple David Tennant works/projects aside from the aforementioned (see multifandom/crossovers).

Legend

★ Smut

♥ Fluff

♦ Angst

✽ Alternate Universe/Canon Divergence

! Content warning

Broadchurch

Series’

Broken-Hearted (ongoing) ★ ♥ ♦ ✽

The Cabin in the Woods

One-shots

Marty x Dana

Contagious Chemistry ★

Jealousy ♦

Doctor Who

One-shots/short fiction

NineRose

The Doctor’s In ♥ ♦

Love Actually ♥ ♦ ✽

A Lovely Place ♥ ♦

Mistletoe ♥

One Good Scare ♥

Special Treatment ♥ ✽

A State of Vulnerability ♥

Vindication ♥ ♦

TenRose (incl. Metacrisis/Tentoo)

Braids ♥ ♦ ✽

Close ★

Closure (Metacrisis) ★ ♥ ♦

Costumes ♥

Costumes, Concoctions and Closets ★ ♦ ✽

Exes and Ohs ★ ♥ ♦ ! 

Fragile Strands ♥ ♦ ✽

Goodbye ♥ ♦

His Muse ♥

His Precious Girl ♥ ♦

I Wish Today Was Just Like Every Other Day ♥ ♦ ✽

Incy Wincy (Metacrisis) ♥

Master of Two ♦ ✽ ! 

Old Wounds ♥ ♦ !

Sex With a Ghost ♦ ! 

A State of Loss ♥ ♦ ✽

Sunburn ♦ ✽ ! 

Sweet Things ♥

Undisclosed Desires ★

Series’

DoctorRose

States (completed) ♥ ♦ ✽

TenRose

Broken-Hearted (ongoing) ★ ♥ ♦ ✽ 

Fobwatched (ongoing - slow updates) ♥ ♦ ✽ !

A Lesson in Romance (collection) (ongoing) ★ ♥ ♦ ✽

          ↳ A Lesson in Romance (completed) ★ ♥ ♦

          ↳ A Lesson in Christmas (completed) ★ ♥

          ↳ A Lesson in Anatomy (completed) ★

          ↳ A Lesson in Proposing (completed) ♥

          ↳ A Lesson in Union (ongoing/hiatus) ★ ♥

Jessica Jones

No Jessica x Kilgrave here, folks. Any of my work that involves them together is a character/relationship study and/or an expansion on what we see in the show.

One-shots

Domestics ✽

Fobwatched, Chapter 8: Kilgrave ♦ ✽

Crossover/Multifandom

Series’

Broken-Hearted (ongoing) ★ ♥ ♦ ✽

          ↳ Includes: Broadchurch and Doctor Who (2005)

Fobwatched (ongoing - slow updates) ♥ ♦ ✽ !

          ↳ Includes: Around the World in 80 Days (2022), The Catherine Tate Show, Criminal: UK, Doctor Who (2005), DuckTales (2017), The Escape Artist, Gracepoint, Jessica Jones, Secret Smile, Takin’ Over the Asylum, and You, Me and Him. 

Thank you to @izthecannibal​ for this extremely helpful and useful guide to making a Masterlist on Tumblr - I had no idea how I was meant to approach this, but their post made it so easy.

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i like when you get mad (i guess i'm pretty glad that you're alone) [kilgrave x reader - 18+]

You're a dancer at a club, and your shift just took a weird turn.

Tags (please read!): fem!reader, degradation, some mild praise, spanking, oral sex, face-fucking, cum swallowing, penetration, choking, erotic asphyxiation, unsafe/unprotected sex, face slapping, clit slapping, masochism (reader), sadism (kilgrave), humiliation, biting, scratching, bruising, some minor blood, threats, condescension, painplay, pain kink, minor bondage, edging, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, mind control, mention of voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, hair pulling, posessiveness

Word count: ~7.7k

CWs/TWs:

super dubious consent (reader likes him and consents to everything/is into the things they're doing without being compelled to, but some orders are given that can't be resisted and it's not pre-negotiated, so proceed with caution)

un-negotiated kink and unsafe choking/breathplay (i know you guys know but please don't choke anyone like this and please ask for consent in general but especially with kinks)

it's kilgrave. he's a walking red flag.

i'm not condoning anything irl, but this is fiction and i'm a kinky bitch, so i'm sexualizing this absolute maniac and i am having a lot of fun doing it lmao

You were leaning against the bar, scanning the crowd as you took your first shot of the shift. It was Friday night, with most of the crowd being well-dressed men who looked like they’d just finished with a long day of work, which meant you’d be going home with enough tips to pay your rent early. 

The most eager members of the crowd were seated near the stage, where your friend had them utterly captivated with an elaborate pole routine, so you began to search the back of the house for customers who might want something more private. A group of college girls already drunk off Red Bull and vodka, cheering and shouting compliments at the dancers with the kind of unbridled joy and solidarity that only drunk girls can summon…a man who’d clearly been dragged there by his friends, his eyes glued to his phone, his blush visible even in the dimly lit club…a bouncer pulling a particularly belligerent customer towards the door…

There. On the other side of the room was a tall, sharp-featured man in a dark purple suit, sitting alone, looking thoroughly bored with the performance onstage, glancing over at you every now and again with what appeared to be a look of interest. Perfect. 

You quickly ran a hand through your hair, took a deep breath, and plastered on your most winningly seductive smile before strolling towards him with as much ease as you could muster in six-inch stilettos. 

“Hello there, love,” you purred, leaning forward against the table he was seated at. “Is there anything I can do for you tonight?” 

You thought you’d gotten every possible response to that question before. You’d seen everything from polite rejection to aggressive groping to desperate requests for friendship or conversation, but what you’d never experienced and certainly weren’t expecting was a glance up and down your body followed by a discontented sigh and a slight frown, then a “Fine. You’ll do.” 

You opened your mouth to tell the stranger off, but before you could, he held up a finger to silence you, then leaned in closer. 

“Take me to your most secluded room. Don’t ask any questions, don’t stop to talk to anyone. Go.” 

Your head immediately began to spin. Your brain felt cloudy, as if someone had swept every thought from your mind and replaced them with a thick, impenetrable fog. Before you could try to shake the feeling away, your body was already moving, walking briskly towards the back of the club, seemingly completely independently of your own will. Get to a private room echoed over and over, clouding all the other thoughts that you were desperately trying to muster. You felt wrong, like a puppet with your limbs being jerked around by some unseen controller, no free will of your own to be found. No, not a puppet, your mind vaguely registered. A doll. 

You heard one of your friends calling you, asking something or maybe just saying hello, but when you tried to turn your head to respond, don’t stop to talk to anyone pierced your skull like a shard of ice, ringing in your ears like an intrusive thought. You didn’t stop walking even for a second. You didn’t even look at your friend. Something was very, very wrong. 

Your stomach was in knots by the time you got to an empty room, your heart racing against your ribcage like a trapped bird against a windowpane. You leaned against the wall, trying desperately to steady yourself as the strange man followed you inside. 

“Lock the door,” he ordered with a dismissive wave of his hand. The door was closed and bolted shut before you even realized you’d moved. 

You tried to say, or even think What did you do to me? But the same cold, cloudy pain overtook your head. Don’t ask questions. You shut your eyes tightly and clenched your fist as your body swayed, shaken by the unfamiliar sensation, feeling your breath grow shallow with panic. When your vision refocused, you stared at the stranger, who was tossing his suit jacket aside, reclined lazily on the couch like he hadn’t a care in the world. He fixed you with an annoyed look. 

“God, don’t grimace like that. The least you could do is give me a smile.”

Your face rearranged itself into the same winning, seductively charming smile you’d had on earlier, but you could tell that your eyes weren’t engaged. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, he didn’t seem to have noticed your fear at all, grinning back at you like the devil himself. 

“That’s more like it. Now, kneel for me. Arms by your sides, hands in your lap, chin up. There you are.” His smile widened as he watched your body automatically follow his orders. 

He stood up and began to pace in a slow circle around you. You felt his dark eyes piercing you, evaluating you, examining your body for any minor flaw or imperfection, even though your vision remained fixed straight ahead and your smile remained in place. The carpet dug into your knees, your stiletto heels stabbing the backs of your thighs. But still, you knelt, unmoving and obedient as he stroked your hair like you were a well-behaved pet. 

It felt good, you thought, feeling a knot in your stomach form at the realization. He was incredibly handsome, with fingers as long and slender as the rest of him. You might have invited him back here on your own even if he hadn’t performed what you were growing more and more sure of was mind control. The thought made your blood run cold, but at the same time, you could still feel how red your face was under his gaze. 

Your pulse quickened as he moved back around to face you, still with that same analytical stare. His eyes lingered on your chest as he bent down slightly, moving his hand to caress the side of your face. His thumb brushed your lower lip, still frozen in place from where he had ordered you to smile. 

“Open your mouth,” he said, and you obeyed, with another rush of arousal immediately followed by shame. He pressed his finger against your tongue, eyebrows raising as you moaned at the touch. 

He pressed harder, still keeping his hand firmly on your jaw. “You like this, don’t you? Tell me the truth, don’t hold back.” His voice was low, his tone vaguely threatening in a way you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded, mouth still agape. Your face flushed at the eagerness of your response, the embarrassment at finding pleasure in being controlled so thoroughly sinking deeper and deeper into you. You’d never felt anything like it, and the adrenaline from the initial terror of being manipulated was quickly turning into an aphrodisiac when combined with your attraction to him. 

He scoffed - a short, mocking laugh. “My god,” he grinned, straightening up. “Then you can consider yourself a very, very lucky girl.” The swell of pride in your chest wasn’t at all hindered by the way his tone darkened; you couldn’t even tell if you were genuinely delighted at having impressed him or if you were just following his orders and “considering yourself lucky.” From the way your brain clouded over and the way your cunt tightened onto nothing, it might have been both. You groaned slightly at the feeling, then quickly bit down on your lip to try and suppress the sound. 

If he noticed, he gave no outward expression. Instead, he reclined back onto the couch, his legs falling open slightly, and he beckoned you forward with a wave of his hand. 

“Come here. You can kneel at my feet where you belong.” The way he said it was so light, so casual that you could tell he wasn’t trying to be dominant or turn you on. He just genuinely believed it. God, the ego on him. Still, you started to climb to your feet to walk over. 

However, before you could even stand all the way up, he raised a hand to stop you. “Ah-ah-ah. No, none of that. You can crawl. You look ridiculous walking around in those shoes anyway.” 

You collapsed back to your knees, cringing slightly at the bruises you knew you would have tomorrow as you crawled towards him. 

“Good girl, so you do know your place,” he said, his tone taking on a thick layer of condescension as he patted your head. “Tell me, how often do you sleep with your clients here?” He barely even looked at you as he asked, staring off into the distance as if you were boring him. 

“Never,” you replied immediately. 

“Never?” He raised his eyebrows, sparing you a quick, scrutinizing glance. “Then what exactly do you do in little rooms like these?” 

“Private stripteases. Lap dances. I let some touch me if they pay me enough,” you answered truthfully, realizing only after you’d spoken that he hadn’t ordered you to do so. You prayed silently that your answer was good enough. A voice in the back of your head questioned why you were so desperate for his approval, but it was quickly overcome by another wave of lust. 

Despite the work you did, it had been far, far too long since you’d been fucked, especially by a man as pretty as the one seated in front of you. And as much as you hated to admit it even to yourself, whatever power he had was one that you desperately wanted him to use on you. You’d never been so scared or so turned on in your life, and your deep masochistic streak was begging for more. 

The man snapped his thin fingers an inch away from your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. You blinked hard, realizing you hadn’t heard a single thing he said since you answered his last question. 

“Hey,” he reprimanded sharply, punctuated with a hard slap to the side of your face. “Snap out of it. God, what’s the point of sitting around here with you if you’re not even going to listen?” 

“No, wait, I’m sorry, I just—“ 

He cut you off with a disgusted roll of his eyes. “Don’t grovel. If you’re sorry, find a way to make it up to me.” 

You swallowed hard, nodding your head, mind racing. Your eyes flicked down to his lap, then back up to his face. 

“May I…well…I mean, would you like me to…” you stammered, mentally kicking yourself for how timid you sounded. 

“What? Spit it out,” he snapped. 

“Can I please suck your dick, please?” The request was out of your mouth before you even had time to process it. 

He laughed again, the same sharp mocking laugh he’d given you earlier, fixing you with a self-satisfied smile. “Oh, you really are desperate, aren’t you? Fine. Hurry up and start. Make it good.” 

Of course, you followed his orders. The ice-cold feeling that came with trying to resist felt entirely foreign to you now, and the brain fog that set over you whenever he gave a command barely had time to take hold before you obeyed. 

You started slowly, gently licking the tip of his dick before gradually working your way down, letting your mouth adjust to the length, pressing your tongue against him as you gently bobbed your head. 

While you were still struggling to take even half of his dick in your mouth, he roughly grabbed your hair, and without warning, shoved your head down to the base of his cock. 

You choked hard, tears immediately streaming down your face, but you couldn’t get even a second of relief with the way he held you firmly in place. You took a deep breath in through your nose, but the air was immediately knocked from your lungs as he pulled your head back, then shoved you back down, thrusting forcefully into the back of your throat. You gave a stifled cry and frantically grasped at his leg, trying to get leverage to break away, but you felt him slap your hand away before pinning it against the couch cushion. 

“You can take it. You want to impress me, don’t you? Stop struggling and let me fuck your throat.”

Your body went limp, all reflexes to break away and gasp for air vanishing in an instant. You could feel yourself choking, your face dripping with spit and tears, but you didn’t care. Both his hands were twisted in your hair, pulling hard, shoving your mouth onto his cock over and over again like you were a toy. You moaned desperately, half from pain and half from delirious pleasure. After what felt like ages, he ripped you away, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

“Put some fucking effort into it,” he hissed, releasing your hair from his wrenching grasp. “Show me why I shouldn’t get rid of you right now.” 

You immediately set to work, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and stroking what you couldn’t take with your right hand. You didn’t know what “getting rid of you” would entail. You didn’t doubt for a second that he could kill you. You felt briefly concerned that this didn’t turn you off in the slightest before your thoughts were pulled back to the task at hand. 

You sucked hard, running your tongue against the most sensitive places you knew of, gently teasing him, just enough to hopefully make him feel as desperate as you did. Your efforts were immediately rewarded with a low moan that became an almost feral growl, feeling him thrust upward involuntarily. You doubled down, relishing in every sound you could draw from him. 

He exhaled sharply when you pulled back, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and flicking your tongue, tasting the pre-cum that dripped from him. He reached out, hand tangling in your hair again, but not quite as hard as before. 

“Right there,” he sighed, holding your head in place, eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, there you go, right there, just like that, harder…oh, god, what a good fucking girl you are…” As you felt him get closer and closer, listening to the way he moaned for you, you felt yourself grow hot all over, more and more desperate to feel him let go, to cum down your throat.

 You whined sharply, pushing even further, your body aching all over with unfulfilled desire. You took every single inch of him, swallowing hard around his cock, pressing your nose to his stomach, ignoring the way your throat tightened and instead focusing on how badly you wanted him, how terribly you wanted to impress him…

Your efforts paid off immediately when he forcibly pinned you where you were, grabbing your hair as he came with a rough, broken shout, his cum hitting the back of your throat. 

After what felt like ages, you felt him collapse backward against the couch cushions. You pulled away, quickly swallowing the mouthful you’d accumulated, then opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him how well you’d taken it. 

He softly laughed, peering at you with a slightly unfocused look before closing his eyes again, still on cloud nine, chest rising and falling quickly as the overwhelming pleasure slowly subsided. 

You leaned your head against his inner thigh, gazing up at him with a lovestruck stare. He looked so vulnerable like this, open and overwhelmed with all the sensations flooding him, a slight smile on his lips.

 A man with all the power in the world, everything he could ever want only a few words away, everyone wrapped around his little finger, and yet here he was, your head between his legs, absolutely radiant in the afterglow of his orgasm. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

He really is cute, you thought, even if he is terrifying. You examined his face carefully, taking in every detail — his sharp cheekbones, his thin nose, his dark eyelashes, the soft pink of his lips, the curve of his jawline and neck. There was something almost delicate about him, hidden by how deeply intimidating he was, and you hadn’t noticed it until now. He was just…well, he was just so pretty. There was just no other word for it, even now (or maybe especially now) that his sophisticated appearance was ruffled. His hair, once perfectly combed, was messy, a few dark strands falling into his eyes. His pristine suit was wrinkled, jacket long discarded, his tie partially undone, his shirtsleeves hastily rolled up, his belt and pants unfastened, and to top it all off, his gorgeous cock resting against his stomach, still half-hard. He was a fucking vision. You could have stared at him for ages. 

You gently tapped his leg to get his attention. “You know, I don’t actually think I caught your name,” you said, batting your eyelashes a bit. Your smile faded when you were met with a cold silence. He shook his head, straightening up and brushing his hair back into place. 

“You don’t need to know my name,” he snapped, all the bliss from a moment ago having vanished as he pushed you aside, readjusting his clothes. 

You sat back, thoroughly dejected. You had thought you’d done well. You wanted to make him feel good, and you had, but it wasn’t enough. You shouldn’t have felt like this about one of your clients, but you’d never met anyone else like him, and you wanted more. 

Your heart sped up as he reached for his jacket. Gathering his things meant he would leave, and an impulse deep inside you was yelling at you to do something. This wasn’t a job anymore, you needed him. He’d gotten you in the palm of his hand, desperate and wanting, and now that you had done what he wanted, he was acting like you were invisible. You weren’t going to let things go that easily. 

You pulled yourself up onto the couch, ignoring the ache in your knees and the pain on the backs of your thighs where your high heels had dug into your skin. Before he could react, you climbed onto his lap, facing him, arms around his shoulders. You’d never broken your “no kissing clients” rule, but that rule was the furthest thing from your mind as you leaned in for a kiss, pressing your lips firmly against his. 

With your eyes closed tightly, you barely even realized he had shoved you away until you landed on your back against the leather of the couch. Your eyes snapped open, finding the man standing before you, with a look on his face that was a mix of anger and bewilderment and something else you couldn’t quite place. He opened his mouth as if preparing to ask you something, but he closed it again, turning away from you. You bit your lip as he paced slowly, his hand over his eyes. Had you read the situation wrong? Was he ashamed that he’d come back here with you? Did he not like being kissed? Had you come on too strong? Was it over the line? 

Your heart skipped a beat as he stopped, focusing fully on you. You felt cornered, like a prey animal about to be devoured. He looked angry, vengeful, his already dark eyes completely devoid of light as he approached you. 

“Strip, then bend over the couch, facing the wall. Now.” 

Chills ran down your spine as you quickly undressed. You hadn’t been wearing much before, but naked, you felt completely exposed under his cold glare. You reluctantly turned away, the brain fog coming back like a tidal wave in response to your slight resistance, and you bent over, just like he’d told you to do. You could feel yourself shaking, terrified at the idea of what he would do to you, but with a hint of anticipation that kept you from falling off the edge into panic. 

You closed your eyes tightly and tried to ground yourself in the brief moments of silence, waiting for whatever would come next, but they shot open as soon as you felt the sharp, unmistakable shock of his belt whipping you across the backs of your thighs at full force. 

You cried out involuntarily, from shock and from the stinging, nearly unbearable pain. You hadn’t even had time to compose yourself when the second hit came, the pain intensifying as he struck the same place even harder. Your skin burned and you felt your eyes well up with tears, but you could feel the heat of arousal inside you growing, your masochistic side alight with pleasure. You wanted more. 

“Fuck!” you gasped as he landed a series of quick, searing lashes across your thighs and ass. Your nails dug into the couch as you bit your lip, trying to stifle a scream as the metal buckle whipped into your skin. Your head spun. It stung, so badly you could barely take it, but it felt fucking incredible, endorphins and adrenaline coursing through your body, making every sensation electric as he kept going, relentlessly striking you over and over again. 

You were granted a temporary reprieve when he leaned in close to your ear, running his fingernails down your back, hard enough that you knew there would be marks tomorrow. 

“Don’t even think about holding back,” he hissed, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I want everyone outside this room to hear you scream for mercy, and I want everyone to know you’re not going to get it.” 

Immediately he resumed his punishment, the sound of the belt hitting you again and again echoing off the walls. Your body instinctively followed his orders and you felt yourself cry out involuntarily, a broken sound halfway between a gasp and a yell. You barely even registered it as your own voice. 

Thwack. 

A particularly brutal hit made you cry out, arching your back in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. 

“Fuck, please…” you begged, feeling like you were on the verge of fainting. 

“‘Please’ what?”

Thwack. 

Thwack. 

The ice cold feeling shot through your brain like a lightning strike. Beg for mercy. Scream for it. You desperately wanted to, but at the same time…

“Harder, fuck, please, harder!” 

The words were out of your mouth before you even realized you’d spoken them. Immediately, the room fell silent. You gasped for air, still reeling from the searing pain and the frigid ache of trying to resist him. 

He took hold of your hair without warning, yanking your head around to look at him. 

“Repeat that,” he snapped. 

“I— I want it harder,” you panted, trying to force your blurred vision to focus. 

A long, tense pause. 

“You like this.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Yes, god, yes.” 

“Of fucking course you do.” 

He grabbed you, turning you around forcefully so that you were facing him, then without warning, his hands were wrapped around your neck, so tightly that you couldn’t even take a moment to breathe in, your windpipe fully constricted.  

“I bet you like this too, don’t you?” he muttered through gritted teeth. 

You nodded desperately, as best you could with your neck being held firmly in place. 

“Listen to me,” he growled. “You live and die by my orders. You have no other purpose but to please me, do you understand? Just look at you. I could do anything to you and you would love it. You get off on being whipped, you get off on being choked half to death…I could beat you senseless and you would cum from it.” 

You moaned in ecstasy, but it came out as barely a whimper. You could feel your heartbeat in your temples, your vision going dark around the edges as his fingers dug into your neck. 

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you. That’s all you’re good for. Do you understand?”

You tried to answer, but you couldn’t move. Your head was pounding, your throat feeling like it was about to be crushed. You saw stars, multicolored lights popping in and out of your vision. The darkness around the edges was rapidly expanding, bleeding further and further into your line of sight until you couldn’t see at all. 

At the last possible moment, before you could feel yourself slip over the edge into unconsciousness, he let go, dropping your limp body and watching you gasp for air, coughing and retching as you struggled to breathe in after being deprived of oxygen for so long. 

“Pathetic,” he scoffed, glaring down at you like you were nothing more than dust. 

You lowered your head, thoroughly humiliated, pressing your forehead against your knees as you gulped in mouthful after mouthful of oxygen, mind racing. He could have killed you. He could have choked you to death without a second thought and you wouldn’t have been able to stop him, you told yourself, but still, in the deepest parts of your mind, the danger thrilled you. 

You needed him to touch you, to hurt you, to ruin you. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you, and the thought made your stomach ache with terror as much as it turned you on. 

He caressed your hair in a way that would have almost seemed tender if he hadn’t just strangled you half to death. You looked up slightly, and he tilted your chin up so you were face to face. He moved your head slightly to one side, then the other, examining you carefully, and smiled with a sick satisfaction. 

“You’ll have bruises on your neck for a week,” he praised with a slap to your cheek. You moaned softly at the impact, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. 

He bent down, picking you up ever so slightly to rearrange your body in the position he wanted, laying you down and spreading your legs. You could see from your position how hard he was. Your pain had turned him on as much as it had done to you. 

You stared up at him as he admired his work, stroking his cock as he gazed at the bruises and welts and scratches he’d left on your skin.  

“Come here,” you pleaded, your voice still raw and hoarse from being choked, spreading your legs further. 

He was immediately on top of you, his thin hips pressed against yours, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists. “Don’t you dare give me orders,” he spat, but despite the venom behind it, you could tell from the way his hips rubbed against you that he was as desperate as you were. You felt his cock brush against your clit as he bit down hard on your neck, surely adding yet another bruise to the collection you’d accumulated. 

You bit your lip, wanting him to just stop teasing, to hurry up and fuck your brains out, but as you were considering whether or not to try and resist his don’t give orders command, you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance. You’d known it was big, your aching throat was doing an excellent job at reminding you of that, but you still couldn’t stifle a gasp at the feeling. It was just a whole different experience like this. 

The beautiful man above you gave you a look that sent chills down your spine. 

“You want it,” he whispered, leaning in so close he could have kissed you. 

You nodded eagerly, fixing him with a pleading gaze. You hadn’t needed the command in the slightest. 

“Beg.” 

“Please…” you whined, your nails digging into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists, struggling to keep still. “Please, please…”

“Not good enough. Beg harder.” You had no idea how he managed to sound thoroughly indifferent, even while he was this hard.

Your already racing heartbeat quickened. “Please, I’m begging you, fuck me, take me, ruin me, do anything you want to me, I —fuck— I need it, I need it so badly, please, I’ll do anything…”

That same sadistic, terrifying little smile crept across his face. “Anything?” 

“Yes, anything, just please, god, fuck me!” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmured, before roughly thrusting into you, as deep as he could possibly get, without giving you so much as a second to adjust. 

You couldn’t even try to hold back a scream, and he had the nerve to laugh in your face as he slapped his hand over your mouth. 

“Oh, careful, don’t shout like that! They’ll think I’m doing something horrible to you in here,” he grinned, punctuating his words with hard, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you. “It sounds like you’re in absolute agony. But we both know better than that, don’t we?”

He picked up the pace, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder to fuck you deeper than you’d thought possible. 

“You know, I really thought that you’d put up a little more of a fight,” he continued, almost nonchalant despite the grin on his face and the vicious pounding he was giving your sensitive cunt. “I thought I’d have to order you to get off on the pain, or that I’d have to bash your pretty head against the wall to get you to listen. But I got lucky, didn’t I? I just happened to come across the most disgusting, most depraved little whore in the city, so eager and willing to listen, to take whatever I give you.” 

The hand that wasn’t keeping you quiet brushed against a sensitive spot on your inner thigh and you all but melted, whimpering with pleasure underneath him as he fucked you harder. 

“Oh, that’s it, let me hear you moan,” he said, throwing his head back with a growl, pulling his hand away from your mouth. “You don’t care who hears, do you? I bet you like it. I bet you love knowing that all your little friends and all your clients are hearing you get your pretty cunt ruined by a complete stranger, don’t you? You like them knowing that I hit you and choked you and you still let me fuck you like this. You just love that everyone knows that you get off on me hurting you, that everyone knows you’re just a desperate slut for pain.” He punctuated the last word with a hard, backhanded slap across your face. 

You nodded frantically, moaning your assent, hands grasping at his arms, holding on for dear life as he completely wrecked you. You felt him grin as he leaned in to bite your neck, his tongue darting over your sensitive skin as he did so. 

Your hand wandered, finding its way to his dark hair, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingers through it, pulling ever so slightly, not wanting to risk his wrath again but unable to resist the temptation. Your eyes widened with surprise when he gasped and moaned, his teeth temporarily leaving your neck before he recovered and bit you again, much harder, this time on a sensitive spot just below your jaw that made you cry out. When he was satisfied with the mark he’d left, he broke away. 

“You know what would be fun?” he teased, his tone menacing as he roughly grabbed your breast. You shook your head, unable to take your eyes off him. “I’d just love to see what it would be like if you weren’t such an easy little slut.” He paused, running his hand up your body, admiring the marks he’d left with a self-satisfied look. 

“Put up a fight for me. That way, I can show you exactly how filthy whores like you deserve to be treated.” He sat up, his fingers clutching your hips so hard that you knew they’d leave even more bruises on your already aching body, never once faltering in his steady pace. 

You flew into action immediately, frantically trying to push him away, trying to kick hard enough to get him off of you, despite the fact that your body was still aching for more. He laughed, a quick cruel sound, almost surprised by how readily you threw yourself into the role of his struggling victim, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head without missing a beat, leaving you even more helpless than you already were. 

You moaned, feeling the way his dick throbbed inside you when you struggled harder, trying in vain to remove yourself from his grasp. Fucking sadist. You thrashed harder, your body still reflexively following his orders, but to no avail; he had you completely pinned in place. 

Almost without realizing you were doing so, you jerked your head upward, biting the exposed skin between his neck and shoulder and digging your teeth in hard, barely even noticing how fiercely you had latched onto him until you tasted blood. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, letting go of your wrists, hands immediately moving to grab your shoulders.  You let go with a sharp inhale the moment you realized what you’d done, horrified at your own actions. He roughly shoved you down, forcing your mouth away, still fucking you harder than you thought possible. 

“God, I should fucking kill you for that, I really, really should,” he growled. He turned his head slightly to look at the bite you’d left, scowling when he saw the blood beginning to seep into the collar of his shirt. He let go of one of your shoulders to grab your chin, forcing you to stare at the damage you’d caused. 

“Look at what you did,” he spat through gritted teeth, with a wild, almost manic look in his eyes. “You think you have the right to do that? The right to defile me like that after I’ve taken such good care of you? Answer me.” 

You bit your tongue, wanting to point out that ‘taking good care of you’ had involved beating you black and blue with a belt, choking you half to death with his dick, and then strangling you until you were nearly unconscious. Sure, you’d enjoyed all of it, but still. 

“Answer me,” he repeated, harsher this time. “Or I swear to god I’ll kill you.” 

“You told me to fight back!” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, pettiness entering your voice despite the murderous look in his eyes that made it very clear he had been expecting you to beg for forgiveness. 

He stopped moving completely. He was still all the way inside you, and you could barely stop yourself from grinding your hips against him to try and get yourself off, but you didn’t dare move. The hand that had been gripping your jaw released, moving upward to pat your cheek gently. 

“I did tell you to fight back, didn’t I?” He was mocking you, his tone sickly sweet and condescending, like you were a particularly petulant child that he was trying to discipline. Against your better judgment, or maybe just to see what he’d do about it, you nodded. 

Before you could even realize what was happening, you were in terrible pain, a pain that knocked the air out of your lungs, your eyes immediately streaming with tears from the impact. 

It took you a moment to process that he had just punched you in the face as hard as he possibly could. 

You instinctively doubled over, curling into a ball, body and mind reeling from the blow. Your ears were ringing, your vision clouded over. It felt like your brain had been shaken vigorously inside your skull, nausea welling up inside you at the sensation, all of it so severe you were afraid you might faint.

In your dazed state, you could barely absorb what he was saying to you, only catching snippets here and there: “...didn’t fucking tell you to ruin my shirt…going to show you…disgusting girls like you…”

You felt something being wrapped around your wrists as he manhandled you so that your arms were above your head. He’d bound you up with his tie, you realized, feeling the delicate silk against your aching skin. You opened your eyes as you felt his hands on your ankles, roughly pulling you so that you were lying with your legs spread for him. There was, you observed as your vision refocused, a decent bit of blood on the collar and shoulder of his shirt, a stain that you were positive would never come out. What a shame. Probably a designer shirt, too. Must have been expensive. 

You were shocked back into reality by him throwing your legs over his shoulders, bending you in half, once again filling your cunt with a hard thrust. Despite the pain still throbbing behind your eyes, which was slowly receding, you were still so, so desperate for him. You’d been close when he’d stopped, and in your hypersensitive state, you could feel your pleasure building rapidly, and before long you were writhing in his arms.

“Please, don’t stop, please,” you begged, barely even processing the words that were coming out of your own mouth. “I’m so close, I need it, please, please, I need to cum, don’t stop…”

“No,” he snapped, giving you a furious glare. “Didn’t you hear what I said? You don’t get to cum. I wouldn’t have let you cum even before you bit me like a rabid animal. What makes you think you deserve it now?” His last word broke off with an involuntary groan, his pace growing erratic in a way that told you he was close to a second orgasm. He inhaled sharply, collecting himself before doubling down. “Don’t cum. No matter how close you get, hold it. Do you hear me? Do. Not. Cum.”

Despite his orders, you felt your muscles begin to tighten, your pleasure mounting in a way that normally would have sent you over the edge, but nothing happened. You physically couldn’t cum. The feeling just kept building and building, far past what you thought was your breaking point, never stopping, overwhelming you to near-madness and never giving you a moment’s relief, and you bit your lip to stifle a scream. 

“Oh, don’t try to act all pitiful now,” he growled, punctuating it with a hard slap to your already oversensitive clit that made you cry out. “You know damn well that you earned this. And if you ever try to bite me like that again, I’ll make this permanent, do you hear me?”

Your eyes flew open, widening in terror. He couldn’t do that. Could he? 

The look on his face told you that he absolutely could. 

“Oh, it’d wear off eventually,” he purred, leaning in closer as if he were about to kiss you, his fingers just barely teasing your clit, his delicate touch unbearable in your hypersensitive state. “But I could tell you not to cum, over and over and over again, and you’d have no choice not to obey. I could keep you this close for days, weeks, months, maybe years if I wanted to, and drag you around with me like a needy little pet. I could order you to follow me around, to never leave my side. I could put you on a leash. I could parade you naked all over town, let everyone see how badly you want me, even with bruises and cuts all over you.” The thought sent a painful jolt of arousal through you, your legs shaking as you tried desperately to keep yourself from moaning at the idea. He grinned at you, making it very, very clear that you were doing a terrible job at hiding it. 

“Oh, of course that turns you on. Fucking depraved, aren’t you? Are you like this for everyone you meet, or do you just want me that badly?” 

You couldn’t form a concrete thought, let alone focus hard enough to give him an answer, but you knew his monstrous ego would love it if you could. You just wanted him that badly. 

His hand wrapped around your neck, not quite enough to choke you but hard enough so that you felt the marks from when he had. “God, who would have thought that this would be so fun? Beating and fucking a pathetic little thing like you, I barely had to order you to do a thing,” he teased, panting as he fucked you faster. “I’m going to cum inside you, and you’re going to like it. Beg for it. Do it. Now.” 

“Please,” You gasped for air, voice coming out as a choked whisper. You were in agony, every inch of your body burning with pain and anticipation and need for an orgasm that kept building and just wouldn’t happen. Burning hot tears were streaming down your face; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. “Please, do it, cum inside me, I don’t care what happens, I need it, just…” 

Your pleading broke off into a desperate wail as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. Even the gentle motion, combined with every other sensation you were feeling, was absolute torture, too much for you to bear. He grinned as you pulled away, trying to escape any more stimulation. 

“Oh, god, you look so damned pathetic…oh, god, fine, do it, cum for me, I want to see you break, just do it now--” His voice cracked, his hands desperately clutching at your hair as he came inside you with a desperate moan, feeling you tighten around him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.  

Your body went completely rigid at his command and you came hard, the feeling so intense that it felt like your skin was burning all over. You were vaguely aware that you were thanking him, over and over, unable to control the words coming out of your mouth. He silenced you with a forceful kiss, the first one he’d given you all night, and you melted into his touch, thoroughly overwhelmed. 

You felt his hips twitch, still riding out the last of his orgasm as you deliriously wrapped yourself around him, clinging on for dear life, moaning with ecstasy. 

Finally, he broke away from the kiss, and your body fell limp, overstimulated past your breaking point, so much so that you vaguely wondered how you were still conscious. Your legs dropped from where he had propped them on his shoulders and you lay there, trembling like a leaf, feeling the warmth of his cum inside you. 

When you finally collected yourself enough to see straight, you worked your wrists out of the now-loose binding of his tie, then raised your head to look at the man still lying on top of you. His head had dropped onto your chest, his eyes closed. He looked so still and gentle that you wondered if he was asleep.

You reached down, stroking his hair gently with shaking hands, remembering how much he’d liked it before. You wanted to have this little moment of vulnerability with him before he went all cold and ruthless again. He sighed, pressing himself further into your bare chest and wrapping his arms around you. You couldn’t hold back a smile as pride swelled inside you. You felt like you’d tamed some kind of monster, and really, you thought to yourself, you had. You could practically feel the bliss radiating off of him along with the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You leaned your head back, staring at the ceiling as you gathered yourself. You were sore all over. Your muscles burned from how tight they’d been for so long, your throat ached when you swallowed, and you still had a pounding headache from the punch to your face and the way he’d choked you. Your body had already begun to bruise, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

“It’s Kilgrave.” 

You looked up, vision still slightly clouded with pleasure. “Hmm?” His face was turned away, expression hidden. 

“My name. Kilgrave.” 

You grinned harder. You’d won.

“It’s pretty,” you giggled, giving his hair a playful ruffle. 

He quickly smacked your hand away, sitting up and pulling out of you with a scoff. Ah. There he was. 

“Shut up. Don’t even think about it.” 

“What?”

“You know what,” he snapped, reaching for his jacket. “Don’t play innocent now, especially not when you look like that.” 

You glanced down at your body. He had absolutely wrecked you, but your smile never faded as you looked back at him. 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no venom behind it, or at least none that you could detect. “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, re-buttoning his shirt. 

You sat up, stretching your sore muscles as he composed himself quickly. You were amazed at how he could go from looking absolutely delirious with pleasure one moment to looking like this the next, all put together and polished as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. 

“And where are you off to?” you said, glancing around the room, trying to find where he had tossed your clothes after you’d taken them off. 

“You don’t need to know that.” He walked quickly towards the door, but paused as he realized that you were still looking at him. He sighed with frustration, but still turned around to look back at you. 

“I’ll be back next week, if I decide you’re good enough for me to use again. In the meantime, don’t even think about opening your legs for anyone else, do you understand? I don’t want you catching anything and giving it to me.” His tone was bitter, but you could still sense something almost fond behind his words. “Now, once I leave, you’ll wait five minutes, then go out there and put on the best show of your life for all those sad desperate men out there, with my cum dripping down your thighs. Understand?” 

Ah, you realized. Not fondness. Possessiveness. Even better. You nodded, barely managing to suppress another proud grin. He gave you what you assumed was supposed to be a contemptful look before turning again to leave, but he might as well have given you a kiss on the forehead with how good it made you feel.

“Bye, Kilgrave,” you called as he left, giving him a playful wave. 

He looked back. He didn’t answer, but the facade slipped for just a moment as he blew you a quick kiss, and then he was gone, grinning like a man who had all the power in the world as he closed the door behind him. 

A/N: this is the first part of a series! if there's enough interest, i'll post the next parts :) Like, rb, and/or follow if you enjoyed, and thank you so much for reading!

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works in progress – 2023 (update 1)

So a lot's changed in the last few weeks which means that priorities are shifting and things are…well…you'll see. Here's what's coming in the next few months:

14 Days of Valentines – this is starting in a few short weeks and y'all finally get to see why the posts have been few and far in between. 14 Days. 14 Stories. 13 smut and 1 almost-smut. Let's see if I can actually deliver on these lol

500 Follower Celebration Requests – am I a clown for opening up requests again fully knowing I haven't even finished 10 from the 30+ requests I received for this? Yes. Do I regret it? Absolutely not, because I've already got requests from some of y'all for this new batch that I can't wait to get to 🥹

relinquish the crown season 1B – yes they're coming back and i can't wait for you all to see what shenanigans are coming

relinquish the crown AUs – I have less than a handful of oneshots in this universe revolving around soulmate AUs. That's all I'm gonna share for now

what if…? – there have been moments from my stories where I've gone "what if this happened instead of what i actually put out?", and I've decided to choose chaos and put those thoughts to paper.

sworn fealty parts 2 & 3 – this is still coming i swear 🥴

the Midnights Collection – the second of these stories (Paris) will be posted during 14 Days of Valentines

song-inspired stories – the Treehouse album by He is We, Locksmith by Sadie Jean, Fat Funny Friend by Maddie Zahm, Live Cinema by Ellie Williams, Flight Risk by Tommy Lefroy, and a bunch more

winding road of redemption – yes this is still happening and this time around the smut won't be implied

captive mind, taken heart – sounds new but it's really…Kilgrave v Loki. it finally has a title, broad strokes plot points, and the major story points all plotted out

professor hiddles series – you heard that right. and i already have some plans for this

professor laufeyson series – i only have a vague concept but it's not as fleshed out but i'll work on it when i have time

one look and they'll know – these horn dogs are back for a handful of companion pieces…one of which may involve a gusset…👀😏

i can't wait to start sharing the 14 days fics with y'all and i'll see you in a few weeks! or a few days if a stray drabble finds its way into my brain and refuses to leave 🥴✌️

[these-violet-delights-fic]

“My name is Kilgrave, and I’m going to call you Jessica.”

“My name’s not Jessica.”

“It is now.”

He was a mind-controller determined to win back his ex at any cost. You were a simple shapeshifter in the wrong place at the wrong time. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a forgery while you plan to get the original work of art, right? And he does take good care of his possessions, if he does say so himself.

Chapter 14 Excerpt:

“Oh, sorry,” you stammered. “I was thinking, when we first met, you said I would ‘do for now.’ It’s been an entire month; that’s a pretty long ‘for now’.”

“I… did.”

“I mean, that’s a long time to be with someone if they’re not actually who you want to be with,” you went on, losing just enough nerve to avert your eyes but not enough to stay your tongue. “You know, you could go talk to Jessica – the real Jessica. You know where she is, why bother with me?”

Staring at your hands fidgeting in your lap, you could feel Kilgrave’s eyes creep along your form. A pale hand took your chin and moved your head to face him.

“Do you still love me?” he flatly asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

Despite scrutinization, he discerned no lies. “And yet you feel this way?”

Your mouth went dry.

“It’s not easy loving someone when you know you’re a placeholder,” you admitted.

He studied you as though doing so could yield a different response. When it did not, he released you, adding as an afterthought, “I’ll have to think of a proper response to that.”

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con

Category: F/M

Fandom: Jessica Jones (TV)

Relationships: Zebediah Killgrave/Reader, Jessica Jones/Zebediah Killgrave, Jessica Jones & Zebediah Killgrave

Additional Tags: Mind Control, Mind Rape, Shapeshifting, Transformation, Body Horror, Dark, Canon Compliant, at least for now, Kilgrave is a walking trigger, Porn With Plot, Mind Manipulation, Loss of Identity, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Horror, Porn, Stalking, Orgasm Control, The rape aspects are mind control related, It feels amazing because it can't not feel amazing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, POV Female Character, Reader-Insert, Smut, Abuse, Shame, Creepy Fluff, I don't do the "Y/N" thing I see in a lot of reader POV fics, Author notes at the beginning of chapters will tell you if said chapter contains smut, Smut starts in chapter 4

[therealak47-blog]

Closing Time

“every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

I’m really feeling that today.

Today is September 1, a day where my city’s population increases by ~40 000 people, as we’re a mid-sized (~400 000 people) city with two acclaimed post secondary institutions. I’ve lived here my whole life, save for my stint of living in Toronto, and this effect seems to have increased in the last decade. 

I’ve already done a bachelor’s degree at the university (in Canada, we use a slightly different vernacular, “college” is similar to a community college and offers mostly two year programs and “university” offers 4 year bachelor degrees and Masters/PhD programs).

And now I’m going to the college for some post grad work. I never thought I’d be going back to college the month before I turn 30, but here we are. 

I’m having a lot of feelings right now. It’s weird, I won’t be studying with 18 year olds (the program requires a degree with a minimum GPA for admission) but my classmates are still going to likely be 5-6 years younger than me for the most part. I’m not too worried about the social part. I didn’t really have a great experience in university- I was with my ex-boyfriend (who was 12 years older than me) and a local, so I didn’t have a lot of “college” experiences. Kind of just went through the motions, didn’t bother attending the graduation ceremony. The degree is in my closet. 

I live alone and have a much better idea of “my five year plan”, so I think studying will come much more naturally. There’s also a lot of perks of going back to school with the changes the government made recently in regards to student loans.

Canada, while not as progressive as Europe, has had much lower tuition fees and more access to loans and bursaries than the United States, at least going back to 2005, my first year of university. My parents are working poor, so I had to take my share of government loans- definitely would have made different decisions, but that’s fine.

Last year, the government changed its rules regarding student loans so that if you earned under a certain income, you would be given grants, not loans. So I have been struggling financially these past twelve months and one night (real talk: I don’t remember doing this. I think I was high.) I applied.

A couple weeks later, I got papers in the mail, saying I was approved and showing what I was entitled to. The grants cover tuition, books, and even most of my living expenses.

Included in tuition fees is a 12 month unlimited bus pass which has a ton of value for me, as I have epilepsy and can’t drive. A monthly bus pass is ~$80 here, so just that is a ~$1000 annual expense I don’t have to worry about.

There is a health plan with dental. I have a root canal tooth that broke a few weeks ago. Now I have an appointment to have it looked at (extracted) next week, because I don’t have to worry about how I’m going to come up with the money for a dental bill. 

There is a student rec center at the school that does not charge a membership rate for students. I also have arthritis and can’t run or do high-impact exercise. It will be awesome to have access to bikes and low-impact classes, like yoga. 

Another thing that I want to talk about- the Justin Verlander trade.

I woke up this morning to see that Verlander had been traded to the Astros. I keep very active in the baseball world and NO ONE saw this coming. Even the usual guys like Ken Rosenthal and Jon Heyman didn’t tweet until after midnight last night (I had fallen asleep before that)

You see, I didn’t always love baseball. My first live game was in 2006, in Detroit with my ex, watching the rookie Justin Verlander start against the Yankees (I’ve always hated the Yankees, though, even before my love of baseball). The guy just seems so cool. I’ve grown into loving baseball as he grew into a MVP, Cy Young winner who is now engaged to Kate Upton and drives a sweet Lamborghini while touring Italy with said supermodel financee. The guy has the coolest life.

It’s going to be so weird to not see him in a Tigers uniform. And I’m not even a Tigers fan- I’m a Jays fan. Or a Giants fan, if we’re in the National League.

I doubt Verlander thought his life would be as it is today, now a Houston Astro, but still with the hot girl, the cool car and the sweet life. 

My life is not as glamorous, but I think Justin and I are both having a day where one life ends and another begins.

I’m having a bit of trouble of how to start today. School starts Wednesday so I have the long weekend ahead to get things in order. My loan will be deposited either tonight or Tuesday so that will influence how and what I get done. 

I have about $50 of disposable cash until the loan is in my bank, so my options are somewhat limited, but also my state of mind is shuffling me in confusion. I haven’t had a period in almost two months (and am 100% not pregnant) so I’m experiencing like the advanced version of PMS- I was on the pill most of the nine years I dated my ex, so I’ve learned a lot about my hormonal imbalances while single. My body and mind feel like shit (the weather is getting fall-like which is also not helping) so I don’t feel like putting on a pretty dress and makeup and getting a drink somewhere. I’ve eaten way too much the past two days and am bloated and feel so fat, I have the two little patches of eczema/acne on my chin that I get right before my period now and awww-type clips make me cry. I don’t have a lot of female friends so I feel pretty alone in talking about my concerns.

After writing this out, I’ve decided to have a low-key day- a hoodie and yoga pants will be totally fine today. It’s cool out anyway- about 20C (68F for the Americans, roughly) and I can save looking nice for next week when I meet a bunch of new people. Today I’ll take for me.

And tonight, since I’ve read pretty much all the Rick/Reader fanfiction that exists, I’m winding down with some Kilgrave/Reader fanfic. It exists, I have the tab open for later reading. I haven’t had much of a sex drive lately but today I woke up feeling differently. I’m the weirdo that prefers written porn to videos (I actually prefer almost written ANYTHING to video ANYTHING) and what turns me on is reading about fictional, sociopathic men and imagining myself being manipulated (dub-con/non-con stuff). We’ve got our things and that’s mine, all right? It’s not like I do anything sexual with my plush Rick Sanchez. I just like imagining Rick Sanchez (or Kilgrave) fucking me into submission.

Kind of a weird way to end a long stream of consciousness, but I want to start my new life. And read some weird Kilgrave fanfic later.

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Life Worth Living [Chapter Seven]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Original Female Character

[You can find the full summary and chapter list for this series here]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains fluff, angst, violence, PTSD, smut (Contains our beloved Defenders and lots of plot twists)

Word Count: 8.6k

a/n: Also another one of my absolute favorite early chapters! Ever wonder what would happen if the Devil ran into Kilgrave? Yeah, me too. And secrets aren't secrets anymore in this one... Feedback is always appreciated!

It had gotten late before I’d finally decided to leave Jessica’s and head home. We’d found Malcolm in his own apartment and Jessica had confronted him about Kilgrave. Eventually she’d dragged him back to her apartment and handcuffed him in her bathroom with his drugs just within reach, giving him the choice to get clean and help us or maintain his addiction. She was banking on him getting clean and suffering through the withdrawals and I was hoping she knew him well enough to be right��though I certainly protested her methods. All I wanted to do now was get home and process the day.

I pushed open the door of Jessica’s apartment building and tugged my jacket tighter around me before stuffing my hands into the pockets to keep them warm. I had a couple blocks of a walk back and it was cold now that it was so late.

"I thought I might run into you here, little dove," a voice called from across the street.

I stopped in my tracks, freezing on the spot at the familiar voice. My blood ran cold instantly. Slowly, my head turned to spot him standing there with a sly grin on his face. I shivered involuntarily at his voice, taking a step back as he began to cross the street towards me.

"Sufentanil? That was clever. Very clever." He cocked his head to the side curiously. "Was it you or Jessica who figured that one out?" 

Trying to keep my breathing even, I stared him down. It had been years since I last saw him– really saw him, because I’d tried to avoid looking at him much earlier today–but he looked almost exactly the same. The same dark, calculated stare in his eyes and the same twisted quirk of his lips–always amused at something only he understood. My hands balled into fists in my pockets as I tried to control my voice.

"What do you want, Kilgrave?" I growled, fighting the fear that was growing inside me.

"Well now, little dove, I know it's been years since we saw each other last but I know you're smarter than that," he said, his thick British accent curling over each word. He grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes slowly drifting up and down my body; I cringed under his gaze. "My you've grown up. More beautiful than I remember."

"Stop," I snapped at him.

His eyes slid back up to my face and he smiled, his teeth flashing white in the dark around us. 

"Just paying you a compliment, little dove," he teased lightly. 

"Keep it to yourself," I shot at him. 

One of his dark brows rose, the amused smile still on his face. He took a step closer to me, which only caused me to step back again.

"There was a time you enjoyed my compliments," he mused. 

"Don't flatter yourself," I snapped, "you took advantage of me. I was young and scared. Alone. You used me. Violated me."

"Don't you dare," he growled, one finger pointing firmly at me. His mouth tore back into a sneer, his eyes narrowing. "I saved you. I gave you your freedom. I gave you love. I gave you everything ." His eyes closed, jaw snapping shut as he worked to calm himself. A moment later his eyes opened again and he exhaled a steadying breath. "I understood you–I'm the only one who understands you, little dove." His expression softened as he took another step forward. "We are the same."

"We are nothing alike," I roared back. 

A sound of metal creaking caught both of our attention and we turned towards the noise. I thought I saw a shadow moving along the rooftop nearby but it disappeared before I could be sure. When I turned back, I noticed Kilgrave had moved even closer to me.

"Don't you get it?" he said, his voice gentle. "No one else will ever understand who you are and what you can do. No one else will understand your past–your pain." 

He reached a hand out, as if to brush against my cheek, and I winced in the anticipation of his touch. Before he could reach me, a muffled thud came from beside us. I jumped back, startled. Kilgrave slowly lowered his arm to his side, a look of bored annoyance on his face.

"Don't you have a mugger you could be pummeling?" he quipped at the dark figure.

The shadow approached and stepped into the dim streetlight. Surprise shook me as the man in the mask stood there, covered entirely in black. The thin fabric on his body clung so tight it revealed every inch of thick muscle on his body. My brows creased in confusion; why was he here? 

Fear started to twist in my stomach next; I knew Kilgrave wouldn't be afraid of him, he'd simply make the man kill himself or turn himself in to the police. This guy didn't stand a chance. 

"Leave the woman alone," the man in the mask ordered, his voice low and gravely.

Kilgrave raised his eyebrows in surprise and then barked out a loud laugh. He turned to me, pointing an amused finger at the vigilante.

"Can you believe the nerve on this one?" he mused. "Ordering me around?"

He shook his head, still smiling for a moment, but I knew what was coming. In a split second, the amusement contorted to anger, twisting his features.

"You have some nerve to show up here," Kilgrave growled, his tone dark and dangerous. "Here I am, trying to declare my love for the woman I've missed for years and you decide you should stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

"From where I'm standing, it doesn't seem she wants to talk to you," the man in black replied, his body straightening as he towered above Kilgrave, muscles in his arms rippling beneath the black fabric as he prepared for a fight. "I think–"

"Oh, shut up," Kilgrave snapped, cutting the man off. He ran a hand over his mouth as he eyed the vigilante who had abruptly quieted at the command. "I should make you…kill an old lady or something. See if they still call you a hero," he mused lightly. 

"Stop it," I begged him. "Leave him alone."

Kilgrave’s eyes slid over to me, taking me in. After a moment, they narrowed and darted back to the man.

"Why are you here?" he questioned the vigilante. 

"To protect her from you," the man in the mask quickly responded.

Kilgrave shook his head slowly at the man. "No…no that's not it. No crime has been committed here. I mean no harm to her. I've made no threats," he thought aloud. "You have no reason to be here. Not with the way you work." 

He rubbed a hand across his jaw, eyes downcast as his mind raced. His words were running through my head now. Why would he be here? Kilgrave was right, this guy went after criminals and muggers, human traffickers and mobsters. Why was he here , right now?

Slowly, the hand rubbing his jaw stopped. I watched the muscles tense up along Kilgrave’s body as a deep growl came from within him. His eyes rose venomously to the masked man, his lips curled back in a snarl.

"You know her," he snapped angrily. "Right? Answer me!" 

"Yes," the man in the mask immediately answered.

Rage contorted Kilgrave’s features as his eyes briefly flicked between the man and myself. My mind was racing at the confession as well. I'd never encountered the vigilante before, how would he know me?

"And you…" Kilgrave began again, pausing for a moment, eyes closed as he spat the words out like it cut his mouth to say it, " care for her, yes? That's why you're here?"

"Yes," came the man's pained reply.

My eyes widened at the information, surprise covering my features. Kilgrave’s head snapped in my direction, pure fury and jealousy on his face. 

"Oh little dove," he shot at me, "how could you possibly try to…to replace me? I love you!" he growled. "I gave you everything !"

"Stop it," I begged him again, voice wavering. "Just go! Leave whoever this is alone!"

Kilgrave laughed humorlessly, throwing his head up towards the night sky. "You don't know who it is?" he questioned in amused disbelief as he landed his attention back on me. Shaking his head, he rounded on the man. "Should order you to cut your heart out and give it to her." He glanced back at me, dark eyes glinting dangerously. "You know I could."

My jaw clenched at his words, fists tightening even more at my sides.

"And maybe I will," he considered as he turned his attention back to the masked man. "But maybe let's see who you are first, hmm? Take off the mask." 

The man in the mask's mouth twitched downwards, his head briefly tilting towards me as his hands slowly rose towards his mask. A thought struck me hard in that moment–that mouth and that tilt of the head, those thick muscles and the bit of brown hair peeking out from under the tie of his mask.

There weren’t that many people in this city that knew me.

No, it can't possibly be…

A familiar tingling vibration began at my temples, slowly buzzing behind my eyelids as I gave in to my fear and anger.

"Stop," my voice commanded, the sound almost metallic and not quite like my normal tone.

The masked man's hands paused, his fingers brushing the edge of the fabric just covering his nose. After a moment, he quickly dropped his hands, head shaking a bit as if he could shake my voice from his mind.

"There she is…" Kilgrave grinned, catching my eyes. "Hello, Wraith. You don't get let loose enough, do you? Always hiding behind your desire to be normal." He tapped his cheek, just below his eye. "Always thought they were prettier like that, all white and faintly glowing. Pure as a dove." He smiled affectionately at me now, a warmth that looked misplaced on his face. " My little dove."

I bared my teeth at his pet name for me, a rumble of rage growing in my chest. From where I stood, I could feel how weak he was after the Sufentanil attack. He was still recovering from it, I could feel the difference in his mind without making much effort. The mental wall that was usually protecting him was broken wide open at the moment.

"You're still weak," I growled at him, mouth curling into a threatening smile as I watched his expression shift, all amusement gone. "Risky to come after me like that, Kilgrave. You know better."

"You'd have killed me by now if you'd wanted to," he pointed out, though he didn't sound entirely too convinced of it.

"Maybe…" I answered slowly. "But for now–" I drew in a breath, head cocked to the side, eyes narrowing a little as I trapped his gaze in my own. I fought back the disgust welling inside me as I stared him down, my voice coming out sharp and vibrating through the air as I spoke, "You're going to forget what happened here tonight, Kilgrave. You won't remember running into me and you will forget seeing the man in the mask–and you won't go looking for him." Kilgrave stared back at me, eyes slightly glazed over as he listened. "You're going to go back to wherever you were before coming here and forget you'd even left. Now ."

Kilgrave turned on his heel, wordlessly leaving down the sidewalk without a second thought. I watched quietly until he was out of view before my shoulders slumped, fatigue taking over. The vibrating in my skull and behind my eyes dulled and then dissipated.

"You're bleeding," the man in the mask's tight voice said, breaking the silence. 

I raised a hand, dabbing under my nose. Sure enough there was blood on my fingers when I pulled my hand back.

"All this time," I said slowly, wiping the blood onto my pants as I looked over at the man, all dark and tensed, "and it was… you ?"

A dark smile pulled at his lips, everything else still covered by the black mask. "Seems I'm not the only one with a secret," he answered, betrayal in his voice.

I winced at his words. The man in the mask turned towards me, taking a few steps closer. Instinctively I stepped back, looking up at his broad frame and the harsh line of his lips. His head tilted toward me as his nose flared–angry, he was angry. 

"We need to talk," he told me. "I need to know if I can trust you with my secret. Need to make sure you're not a threat."

It felt like he'd punched me in the gut, all the breath in my lungs slipping out of my mouth as my jaw dropped. He thought I was a…threat? 

"No one else will ever understand who you are and what you can do."

Kilgrave’s words raced through my mind and I swallowed hard. 

"We can talk at your apartment," the man in the mask ordered. 

My hands began to shake with a mixture of hurt and anger at his words and his distant tone. I watched as he slipped back into the shadows, disappearing from my view. I could hear him climbing up a fire escape, the metal clunking lightly under his weight. A moment later I saw him leaning over the edge of the roof of the building in front of me, his mouth a tight line under the yellow streetlight. 

"Now, Olivia," he barked.

I grimaced, stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets, balling them into fists. I began walking back to my apartment building, anger boiling under my skin. I had gone two blocks before a sound caught my ear and I paused, looking up. The dark figure on the roof paused in a crouch, staring back down at me.

Jesus, does he not trust me to not hurt someone on my way home?

I exhaled a sharp breath from my nose along with a noise of irritation low in my throat. I turned, continuing forward and letting my hair fall forward as I walked, trying to hide the anger and pain on my face behind the curtain of hair.

I lost sight of him once I reached our building. With a grunt, I opened the lobby doors and made my way inside and headed straight for the elevators. I jammed my finger into the call button, turning and heading into the one closest to me when its doors opened. I roughly pushed the button for the sixth floor before shoving my hands in my pockets again. As the doors slid shut, a choked sob forced its way up my throat. I bit my lip hard, forcing the emotion back as the elevator began its ascent.

It was a few minutes later before I was slipping out of my boots in my apartment, tossing my keys on the console table. Hesitantly I made my way into my living room, flipping on the lights as I went. I was half expecting to find him on my couch, waiting in the dark when I'd showed up. My apartment was empty, though.  

I sighed, sliding the jacket off of me and tossing it on the back of the couch. I rubbed a tired hand across my eyes; it had been a very long day. When I turned towards the kitchen, I jumped. Crouched outside the window on the fire escape was the man in the mask, one finger lightly rapping against the window now.

I frowned and made my way over, sliding the glass up and stepping aside. He slipped inside easily, as if climbing through sixth floor windows was normal for him. With an annoyed huff I shut the window behind him, sealing the apartment against the cold chill he'd brought in with him.

Crossing my arms, I turned towards him. He was standing in the middle of my living room, his face turned intentionally away from me.

"Take off the mask," I told him. 

His head tilted towards me when I spoke, the corner of his lip tugging down at my words. 

"Not going to force me?" he questioned.

My jaw clenched at the implication of his words.

"You don't get to be the only one angry here," I shot at him. "You've been hiding things, too. At least I told you last night I wasn't who you thought I was. I told you I wasn't…wasn't normal. But you?" I shook my head with a snort. "Are you even blind? Or is that just a cover? Is anything about you real?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, anger burning inside me. "I let you in my damn apartment, trusted you!"

He winced at the words as they left my mouth, shoulders slumping a bit. 

"Take off the fucking mask," I snapped. "I can't talk to a piece of goddamned fabric!"

Slowly his hand rose and pulled the cloth from his head, revealing a slightly disheveled Matt. His brows were knitted together, sweat slightly glistening on his forehead, just under his mussed brown hair. The cut on his forehead was bleeding. He swallowed hard, his eyes on the floor at my feet.

"I am blind," he said softly. "That wasn't a lie."

I narrowed my eyes at him in disbelief. "Then how the hell can you…" I waved my hand in the air, "do all the things that you–the man in the mask–can do?"

"Why don't you tell me what you've been hiding?" he shot back.

"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "No, you're going to tell me everything if you want my secrets. I can't just trust them with anyone."

He let out an unamused huff. "Suppose you could just make me."

"Stop," I said, breathless. "That's not…that's not fair, Matt. I'm not like him. What I did was to protect you." I exhaled slowly for a moment, gathering myself. "Tell me what you're hiding, all of it, honestly, and I'll answer anything you want to know. I promise."

His unseeing eyes narrowed at me, landing just at my chin. The mask in his hand crumpled under the tight grip of his fist. I saw his chest rising and falling; I watched as he tried to calm down. 

"I can hear your heartbeat," he told me after a moment, one hand gesturing towards me. "I can tell if you're lying."

I straightened, hugging myself tighter with my arms. His head tilted towards me, his eyes dropping towards my chest. I felt that familiar prickle along my skin, the one I felt when it seemed like he was intensely focused on me. 

"Tell me your secret and I promise to answer all of your questions honestly," I told him again.

It was a few seconds before he gave a single nod in response. He dropped down onto my couch, running his hands through his hair a few times.

"You may want to sit," he told me.

Hesitantly, I made my way towards the opposite end of my couch, curling up with my back against the arm rest so I could face him fully.

"I am blind," he said again, his eyes focused on the space between us on the couch, intentionally not on me once again. "I lost my sight in an accident like I mentioned before. I saved a man from getting hit by a truck carrying chemicals. The chemicals spilled–they're what blinded me. Somehow they enhanced my other senses." His lips twitched in a sad smile. "There's more than one way to see."

"So…you can see?" I asked him slowly. 

"In a way," he answered.  "I use my other senses to paint an image of my surroundings. I can hear the shift in molecules to know where someone is or maybe a gesture they're making with their hands."

"Or if they're about to punch you," I mumbled under my breath.

Matt sent me a small smile. "Or that. I can hear heartbeats; I can tell if someone is lying or if they're about to attack. I can smell things no one should normally be able to smell."

My fingers fiddled with a pillow beside me. "Like last night–the peanut butter in my hair? The perfume I used?"

He nodded. "Or the smell of a chemical on you now. Faint. Sufentanil, I'm assuming."

I frowned, glancing at him. "Yes."

"I can taste things in the air, too," he continued. "The tang of someone's fear. The coppery taste of blood. And my touch can be…more sensitive. I can feel the change of someone's temperature on their skin. I…use silk sheets because cotton feels like sandpaper on my own."

"So all of that combined helps you see?" I asked him curiously, my anger currently forgotten as I listened to him speak. "What's that look like?"

He slid back onto my couch, laying his head along the backrest. "Like a world on fire."

I twirled the corner of the pillow between my fingers absently, brows knitting together at his words. “That sounds awful.” Matt only hummed a noise of agreement. “So where’d you…learn to fight like that? Parkour around the city? That from the chemicals, too?”

“No,” he answered. “No, that came from…a sort of mentor of mine.” He exhaled slowly, his eyes fluttering closed. “My father he…died when I was young. He was an amazing boxer.” 

I could instantly hear the admiration in his voice as he spoke about his dad. I relaxed, listening to him speak as my head rested against the back of the couch too, my eyes focused on Matt at the opposite end.

“He refused to throw a boxing match–because of me. It…it led to him being killed,” he continued after a moment. “I was then sent to live at Saint Agnes Orphanage. My…senses began to heighten so much I became overwhelmed. The nuns had no idea what was going on, but eventually they located a man named Stick who they’d heard of working with special children before.”

“So a man named Stick taught you to fight like that?” I asked him skeptically.

His mouth twitched into a brief grin. “Yes, I know how it sounds.”

“And then you what…thought you’d become a superhero? Beat up bad guys?” I asked.

Matt was quiet for a long moment, his eyes opening as they stared blankly at the ceiling of my living room. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter than before, causing me to have to lean in a bit to hear him better.

“It was after Foggy and I got our internship at Landman and Zack,” he told me. “I could…I could hear the people of Hell’s Kitchen. Their pain, their cries for help. No one coming to help them.” His tongue darted out across his lips as he paused, eyes still on the ceiling as he recounted a memory in his mind. “I could hear a young girl from her apartment. And her dad. At night when her mother was asleep…he’d go to her room.”

I looked away roughly, eyes burning with tears. “You heard it?”

“Yes,” he admitted quietly. “I tried not to but I couldn’t block it out. I went through the proper channels; I contacted CPS. But nothing happened because the girl’s mother wouldn’t believe it.” He swallowed hard, his eyes slowly falling from the ceiling as he turned his head in my direction, his eyes landing almost exactly on mine. “So one night, after I’d learned his schedule, I followed him home. He was wasted, completely pissed on booze. And I just…beat the shit out of him for what he’d done. Told him if he touched his daughter again I’d come back for him.”

“And he stopped?” I asked him, breathless.

“As far as I know,” Matt answered.

“Shit…I can’t…I can’t imagine hearing all of what you must hear, all of the time…that’s…” my voice trailed off as I shook my head. “I can’t even begin to imagine.”

“So that’s why I do what I do,” he told me. “For the people of Hell’s Kitchen– my city. To keep them safe. To protect them when the cops fail.”

I took a moment to take in what he’d told me, tucking loose hair behind my ear. A thought suddenly struck me and my eyes widened, darting back to Matt. 

“Wait so you were the one on the news?” I questioned him quickly. “The one who saved that boy the Russians kidnapped?”

“Yes,” Matt answered, pushing himself upright on the couch suddenly. “Which also reminds me–that was the night Foggy and Karen came to my apartment looking for me. To stay out all night. And they found you instead.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Because you were out on a…” I paused and then cocked my head to the side, eyeing him. “You weren’t out on a date, were you? You were out saving that boy?”

A sheepish smile crossed Matt’s lips as he nodded at me.

“I told you, I’m not like that,” Matt pointed out. “I gained attention from women a lot in college. And…I enjoyed the attention then. I was young,” he told me with a shrug. “But that didn’t last long. And I just continued to let Foggy see what he wanted to; it was helpful as a cover for why Matt Murdock was always busy. So, yeah, I occasionally flirted in front of Foggy to keep up the pretense.”

My eyes narrowed immediately. “So I was just a cover for you?”

“What?” Matt asked in shock. “No! No, not at all. Not even close. I genuinely like you. I tried hard not to, because being close to me isn’t safe and because I had this huge secret, but I…I couldn’t help it. From the moment you moved in across the hall over a week ago, I’ve been…drawn to your presence.” He swallowed hard before continuing. “There’s just something…calming about being near you. Almost like I can…tune out everything else. Something I’ve never been able to do before.” His eyes darted down to the couch, looking away from me now as his brows knitted together. “That’s why you didn’t want to be anything more than friends with me, isn’t it? Your…abilities? And your mind-controlling ex?”

A bitter laugh ripped through me at his words. “That’s putting it lightly.”

His eyes found their way back to me again, a pleading look in them. “So tell me. Tell me everything. I want to understand.”

I sighed slowly, running a hand through my hair. I promised him I would tell him the truth, whatever he wanted. But where did I even begin?

“I don’t really know where to start,” I admitted. “So I suppose I’ll start at the beginning. It’s not a…a pleasant story.”

Matt only nodded solemnly in response, waiting for me to continue.

“I don’t know who my parents are,” I began, “or if they’re still alive. I don’t have any names to even find them by. I don’t even know if they’d given me a name. Olivia Allen is a name I picked out when I…started over," I admitted, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of my sweatshirt. "For as long as I can remember, I lived in a place I’d always called The Facility. My room was a glass cage, eight feet by eight feet. Nothing but a small, uncomfortable bed in there and blinding white lights. If I wanted a bathroom I had to ask permission. I was fed three times a day, only nutritional meals, at seven, noon, and six at night. Every day. Like clockwork.” I glanced down at the space between us on the couch now, fighting to keep my control. “I don’t know why I was there, I don’t know when I’d first gotten there. All I know is, I had been there for as far back as I can remember." 

I paused, running my hands nervously through my hair as the images of Barlowe and Whitlock flashed before my mind’s eye. I shivered, shoving the memories back.

"When I was young," I continued, "all they did was teach me normal educational things–reading, writing, math, some basic history–between teaching me how to fight.”

“How to fight?” Matt cut in curiously.

I nodded, wondering if he could 'see' the gesture. “Hand-to-hand combat in multiple different techniques mainly, but there were guns and target practice,” I explained with a shrug. “I’m not entirely sure why. And in between that? I was forced to do different physical activities to stay in shape; sprints, obstacle courses, weight training." 

I grimaced at the memory of when things changed, when the focus on education became lesser to the focus on my…abilities. 

"When I was maybe thirteen everything changed. They…" I paused, nervously fiddling faster with my sweatshirt sleeves. "They sterilized me and then they started to…experiment on me.” I saw Matt’s muscles tense up at the information. “Something in me changed, I’m not entirely sure what–if it was me or something they'd…done to me–but they started making me…do things…with my mind." I swallowed hard, staring down at my fidgeting hands. "Lift heavy objects, like cars," I explained. "Or try to mind control others. Force illusions into people’s minds to make them see things that weren’t real.” My palms began to sweat now; memories of that leather chair with the restraints came to the surface and my eyes closed tight. “And they started to inject me with some strange orange serum, shortly before they…they started to do shock tests on me.”

“They did what?” Matt growled.

“They would inject me with some orange serum and strap me into a chair on my back. I couldn’t move,” I told him, my voice suddenly quiet. “And they’d attach these electrodes to my…my head and…” I winced, unable to continue. “It hurt. Horribly. But they wouldn’t stop. They’d just put a gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t bite off my tongue and tell me to make the pain stop myself as they continued. Just…torturing me over and over.” 

Tears stung behind my tightly clamped eyelids; the memory of screaming my throat raw and being ignored rushed back. The memory of sharp cuts from where the restraints would bite into my skin had my hands rubbing absently across my wrists now.

“They tortured a child ?” he snapped angrily, no longer sitting relaxed against the back of the couch but tensed upright.

“Yes,” I answered him slowly. “Because I have abilities. My mind is capable of things no one’s mind should be capable of.” I took a shaky breath as Matt scooted closer towards me, his hand slowly seeking out my own. I reached out and grabbed it, holding it gently. “I’m telekinetic–I can move things with my mind. I’ve never tried anything larger than a truck before because it’s quite draining and when I left The Facility, I had no interest in using those abilities. And I can cast illusions in people’s mind; it sort of works like the…the mind control thing you experienced earlier," I told him awkwardly. "I can heal minor injuries or illnesses. And I have a sort of psychic block in my mind,” I told him, gently placing a hand against my temple. “It keeps Kilgrave out. Eventually I learned how to keep the…the electrical shocks of their test out for brief periods of time.”

“So this Kilgrave,” Matt began, “I overheard him saying he saved you?”

“He did,” I told him slowly. 

My hand not clasped in his nervously fiddled with the edge of the couch cushion at this part of my story. I didn't like to think about my time with Kilgrave. As my heart rate increased, I became further self-conscious knowing that Matt could hear it.

“He must have mind-controlled his way into The Facility," I continued anxiously. "I don’t know why exactly he chose me, I had briefly seen other kids there–there was one I…'socialized' with on rare occasions. But he…he killed the scientists assigned to me.” I shook my head at my own words. “Actually, he forced them to kill themselves…horribly in front of me. And then he released me, told me he’d taken care of the others who might have looked for me, said he made them forget I existed. Wiped away my information there. Then he…took me in. He never hurt anyone else in front of me for a while after. We just traveled everywhere together.” I frowned, focusing on our interlocked fingers. “He made people give us food and places to stay, but I’d never seen him be cruel. I ignored my conscience about how wrong it all was because I was free, for the first time in my entire life." I paused for a moment, uncomfortable with what I had to admit next. "After traveling together for seven months I…I thought I felt something for him.” Matt’s hand tightened around mine at the confession. “We were…together for about four months. I was only eighteen and he was a few years older. I saw nothing wrong with it until he started asking me to use my powers.”

“To do what?” Matt asked quietly.

“He wanted to steal things from museums–for fun, he said,” I told him. “Wanted me to force mental illusions on the security guards and I refused. It felt…wrong. Then he wanted me to mind control others, like he does. Wanted me to get a taste of the power as he called it, but I didn’t want that.”

“I take it he didn’t like that?”

I shook my head, focusing on the way Matt’s thumb was absently brushing over the tops of my knuckles. “I told him I didn’t want to be with him anymore, that I wanted to go off on my own.” I let out a sigh, remembering how angry he’d gotten. “And that’s when I realized I traded one cage for another. He forced two passing strangers to strangle each other. Told me they’d only stop if I agreed to stay with him. Said he’d kill every last person in the world if I left until it was only him and I left breathing. And he told me it’d be all my fault.”

Matt’s hand suddenly tightened hard on mine, the pressure keeping me grounded. A deep rumble emitted from his chest, like an enraged growl.

“So I stayed…but he got tired of me not actually wanting to be there,” I continued, closing my eyes. “He forced me to take some pill, I don’t know what was in it, and it made it so my…my psychic shield in my head no longer worked against him. He told me to do what he wanted, like he did with anyone else. And every twelve hours I’d be forced to take another pill. It went on for four months like that–him forcing the relationship on me, forcing…himself on me,” I admitted with a shudder. Another low growl came from Matt at my admission, my eyes opening and focusing off towards the coffee table beside us. “Until one day my abilities started to…overpower whatever drug he gave me. I forced myself to play along so he wouldn’t notice until I was strong enough. And I…I mind-controlled him to give me some of his money, so I could start over somewhere else. And to never look for me.” 

I bit my lip, turning my attention to Matt again. His gaze was somewhere just below my eyes, his own watering and full of emotion at my story.

“I had gone to college in Alaska, somewhere isolated where he hopefully wouldn’t think to look. Got a career that allowed me true freedom to disappear when I needed to. But I got lonely, eventually, and thought I’d tried to hide in a big city. I didn’t think he’d…be here,” I finished lamely.

“So he’s obsessed with you because of your shared abilities?” Matt asked, visibly trying to keep his emotions in check.

“That, and we have a similar past,” I said with a sigh. “His parents experimented on him as a child. Painfully, or so he told me. He said he felt sympathy for me; a sort of understanding no one else would be able to show me.”

“And yet he…he controlled you?” Matt growled. “And he…he raped you?”

I winced, feeling the burn of tears in my eyes. “Yes,” I answered, the word barely audible. 

Matt was on his feet suddenly, a roar shooting from him as he began to angrily pace like a panther across my living room. My eyes tracked his movements as I curled into myself on the couch. He began to run his hands through his hair, tugging at the strands, his jaw clenching.

“I’m trying to stop him,” I called out quietly, my voice causing Matt to stop his pacing, his back facing me as he glanced over his shoulder. “Me and that P.I. I mentioned. He was going after her first initially–that’s why Hope Shlottman is in jail. He controlled Hope to run away with him, and then he forced her parents to use Jessica to find their daughter. He’d…he’d mind-controlled Jessica to be with him too. She got away six months ago and he's been looking for her." I hugged my arms around my stomach, my eyes dropping to the floor. "She found me first and we’re working together, trying to find a way to prove his abilities and that Hope was forced to kill her parents because of him. Kilgrave didn’t know I was even here until today.” I swallowed hard. "We were trying to capture him today–it didn't work, as you might have noticed. The Sufentanil knocked him out but he had hired bodyguards. Like…a ridiculous amount of them."

Matt turned slowly, his head tilted as he focused on me. "You were attacked?"

"Yes, but no one was hurt. We're fine. I'm fine," I assured him. "It's just…" I sighed, running a hand through my hair nervously yet again, aware it was probably a mess by now, "it's proving a lot more difficult to get him than we thought. The P.I.--Jessica–she has this cop helping. He's ex-military and has access to a hermetically sealed room at an old CDC building nearby. We were going to try to trap him there and figure out where to go next from there but…shit, he's smart. And he's got a lot of money to hire people to work for him if he loses his ability for a bit."

“I want to help,” he said immediately.

“No,” I told him, shaking my head sharply as my eyes flew up towards him. “You’ve seen what he can do. That’s nothing. You know how he said he could tell you to cut your heart out? He can. And he would . You’re safer staying away from him.” I paused, chewing my lip for a moment before adding on, “And me.”

In a flash, Matt was stalking across the living room towards me. He was on his knees in front of me before I could blink, his hands resting on the couch on either side of me as he looked up towards me, his blank eyes pleading.

“Don’t ask that of me,” Matt begged. “I can’t stay away, not from you. I don’t want to.”

“Matt,” I whispered his name like a plea, “it’s not safe for you to be around me. I keep trying to tell you that.”

His head fell forward, his forehead resting against my knee as his eyes closed.

“I’m not leaving you,” he breathed out. “You can’t ask that of me.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “This can’t happen, Matt,” I warned him. “Not with Kilgrave on the loose. Especially not now that he knows I’m here. He will kill you.”

His head lifted from my knee, his eyes trying to meet mine. Gently I reached down, resting a hand against his cheek. He leant into the touch immediately.

“Tell me now,” Matt spoke quickly, nuzzling against my hand, “now that we know each other’s truths–tell me, do you want this, too?”

My breath caught in my throat at his question. Slowly, my fingers slid down towards his mouth, the stubble on his face scratching the pads of my fingers as I did. Very lightly I skimmed them across his lips, watching the way he shuddered as his eyes closed.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I whispered.

Before I knew what was happening, Matt had climbed onto the couch beside me, pulling my face towards his and locking our lips together in a heated, hungry kiss. My hands gripped the sides of his face, greedily pulling him in, wanting to feel all of him against me as my heart beat hard against the confines of my ribcage, and Matt happily obliged, leaning forward with his hands on either side of me, holding himself up just enough not to crush me underneath him. 

Dragging my hands down, I clawed and groped at the flimsy black fabric of his clothes, relishing the feel of the solid muscles on his chest. My hands slid to the wide, strong plane of his back, fingers digging in, pulling him closer as a soft moan left me. At the noise, Matt sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, teeth gently grazing the skin before his tongue slid along after. I could feel a wet heat growing between my thighs at the way he was working his lips against mine. His hips bucked against me and a low, pained groan came from him; reluctantly I pulled away, panting heavily. Matt stopped, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing just as uneven.

“Not like this,” I managed out. “I can’t–we can’t…not while he’s…still out there.”

Matt nodded slowly in response, his forehead brushing against mine at the movement before he pushed himself upright. He ran a hand down his face, his chest heaving.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I told him quietly. “I want this, I just…maybe we shouldn’t rush. I don’t want to risk him finding out.” I swallowed hard, trying to even out my breath. “I don’t want something to happen to you. And I…I don't want to mess things up." My hand reached out, gripping onto one of his. " Please understand.”

He nodded again, his gaze turning towards me and landing near my chin.

“I understand,” he told me softly. “We can take things slow.” His other hand reached out and lightly rested on my knee. A slow smile spread on his now swollen lips. “Whatever you’ll give me, I’ll happily accept.”

I leaned forward across the couch, closing the space between us. Very gently I cupped his cheek and pulled his face towards me. I kissed him lightly for a long moment, a kiss his mouth eagerly returned.

“But maybe right now, because I know he's not going to find out,” I whispered against his lips, fingers stroking the side of his cheek, “we can have a stolen moment? Just this once?”

I could feel his mouth pull into a smile against mine before he pressed his lips back in for another kiss.

“I like the sound of that,” Matt whispered back against my lips before he pressed another kiss to them. “Like I said–whatever you'll give me, I’ll happily accept.”

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body tight against his as he rested his head on top of mine, contentedly sighing as he did. My own arms wrapped tight around his waist as I rested my head in the crook of his neck, burying my face into his shoulder. He smelled like cedar and clove again, a scent I was starting to associate with him. I inhaled it deeply and closed my eyes happily.

"I have a confession," Matt mumbled after a few minutes of silence. 

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily.

"I knew you were attracted to me from the moment you met me."

My eyes fluttered open and I shifted against him, trying to look up at him. 

"Sounding a little cocky there Murdock," I teased.

He chuckled as he shifted his arms tighter around me. "Well I…may have had some advantages."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him, a frown covering my lips.

He cleared his throat nervously, his throat vibrating against my forehead at the gesture. My eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I have heightened senses," he answered slowly. "Which means…I could hear the way your heart quickened around me. Or the way your breathing would change." His head dipped down so his mouth was beside my ear, lips brushing against it as he continued. "And I could smell your pheromones. Taste it in the air, even." 

I swallowed hard, eyes closing in a confusing mix of embarrassment and arousal as he began to nuzzle against my ear, his hands gripping tighter around my waist. My thighs pressed tighter together involuntarily and I tried to focus on my breathing. 

"You can…can smell my pheromones?" I asked him slowly. "Taste them?"

"Mhmm," Matt hummed. 

"What's…what's that like?" I asked distractedly, my mind more focused on his hands.

"Intoxicating," Matt answered as he dipped his head lower, brushing the hair by my neck out of the way with his nose. One of his hands slid lower down my hip, resting at the top of my thigh and gripping firmly.  "Overwhelming." 

My breath came in short and I could feel wetness beginning to pool between my thighs. Suddenly, Matt's tongue darted out to wet his lips, but he was so close to my neck that it brushed the skin there and a soft whimper left me. A pained hiss came from Matt in response. 

"I can smell the effect I have on you right now," Matt told me, his hand on my thigh sliding up and roughly gripping the top of my jeans, the fabric balling between his fist as a low growl rumbled in his throat. "Taste it." 

"Wait…you mean besides the pheromones?" I asked, eyes wide in alarm.

He chuckled lightly as I groaned, pulling away from him. 

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Matt told me as he leaned back, smiling down at me. "I'm thoroughly enjoying it," he told me smoothly, his fist giving a sharp, playful tug at my jeans as he said, "And I look forward to thoroughly enjoying it in another way some time." He slid his hand back to my waist as he shot me a wink. "If you want that, of course." A smug smirk spread across his mouth next. "Which it…kind of seems you do."

I buried my face in my hands, groaning loudly. "I can't tell if I'm turned on or completely mortified right now," I grumbled into my hands.

"Pretty sure I can tell which one," Matt teased. 

I pulled one hand from my face, swinging it out to playfully slap him. He caught my wrist abruptly in his own hand so fast that it took my brain a moment to process. I glanced up from behind my other hand, eyeing the wide grin on his face. And then I burst into a laugh. I laughed so hard I was gasping for air, tears in my eyes as Matt just stared in my direction, his grin slipping a little.

"What's so funny?" he asked curiously. 

"We-we would make," I began, wheezing the words out as I wiped a hand at my eyes, "the best worst Hallmark Christmas movie."

It took Matt a moment before he broke into a fit of laughs, too. 

"The weird lab experiment meets the handsome lawyer by day, vigilante by night," I began. "His heightened senses allow him to… know she's attracted to him." I let out a loud snort. "But kept apart until her psychotic ex is in prison."

"Still sounds better than the ghost who became human almost a hundred years after his death," Matt countered with a laugh.

I pushed him playfully on the couch and he laughed harder. 

"You enjoyed that movie, don't lie!" 

"I enjoyed sitting next to you," Matt corrected.

I snorted again. "And smelling my pheromones?"

He licked his lips, my eyes drawing down to his mouth as they always did when he did that. He grinned and my eyes went wide. 

“You’re doing it on purpose!” I exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him.

The pillow lightly bounced off of his chest and fell onto the floor. He grinned in my direction. 

"You taking cheap shots at a blind man?” Matt teased.

I snorted. "Yeah, okay, that line won't ever work on me again, Devil of Hell's Kitchen." 

Matt grinned wider as he reached out and squeezed my knee affectionately. I sighed as I glanced down at his hand, the whole weight of the day suddenly hitting me. 

"I should probably text Jessica, let her know Kilgrave had been lurking outside of her apartment," I said tiredly, rubbing a hand across my eyes.  "And I should really get some sleep. I think the most sleep I've gotten all week was…" I paused trying to think. "Probably at the beginning of the week when I passed out on the couch with you here."

"I can stay," Matt offered. "If you'd like, I mean. If it would help."

I opened my mouth, entirely intending to tell him no, I'm a big girl and I can sleep alone just fine, but the words didn't come out. Instead, Kilgrave’s face flashed before my mind’s eye, his words playing through my mind again.

"Should order you to cut your heart out and give it to her."

I shivered at the mental image of Matt stabbing his own chest open at Kilgrave’s command and literally digging his hands into his opened chest cavity–

"Olivia?"

I winced, shaking the thought away and turning my attention to Matt who was staring in my direction, his brows furrowed deeply in concern.

"Your heart is racing like crazy," he said quietly, sliding closer to me on the couch. "I can smell the fear on you. What's wrong?"

"I'm just…I just…" I struggled to find the words. Swallowing hard, I placed my hand over his on my knee, squeezing it tightly. "Please stay."

"I just need to go back to my place and change," Matt told me, standing up from off the couch and gesturing at his clothes. "I don't need anyone else finding out about me tonight."

I rose from the couch too, making my way towards the front door. I paused when I realized he wasn't following. When I turned around I saw him smiling sheepishly, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

"Kind of need to go out the window," he told me. "Don't need any people or security cameras spotting me walking through the front door."

I rolled my eyes, grinning as I made my way back to the window I'd let him through earlier tonight. I slid it up high and was blasted with cold air. I shivered and stepped aside, watching as he slid the mask back over his head and obscuring his face again. He sauntered over to me, a smirk on his lips as he stopped just in front of me and snaked a hand around my waist, roughly drawing me into him. I gripped his sides quickly to steady myself, my hands catching the thin black fabric and solid muscle as I did. 

"I'll be back soon," he promised softly, lips brushing the top of my head. 

"I'll be waiting," I told him just as quietly. 

[whac-a-wilson]

Oneshots

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14311311/chapters/33020568

In which Deadpool does questionable things, sometimes in the presence of questionable people.

[villainousshakespeare]

Hey all! Here is my updated Master List. I have not been as prolific this past year a life repeatedly got in the way (grr...) but the WsIP have been updated. :-) (I also have all my fics up on AO3 under the same name.)

I am open to requests, although it might take me a while to do them. I write for Tome and any/all of his characters. 

ps - thanks to @lovelysizzlingbluebird, as lovely as the name implies, for alerting me that it was in need of an update! <3

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RAZ THE BLOG IS UP AND THE KILGRAVE FIC IS POSTEDDDD

i'm @ophelia-writes-fics if you wanna check it out! i wanna post some softer 10 smut later this week, and some cute alec fluff once i finish working on it :) requests are also open!!

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