#matt b

[firstborn-if]

the ro's

gwendolyn "gwen" arisothole, turned

she/her | trans woman | asexual | lesbian

a deadly witch. she got turned into a vampire after a near death experience. she is black and russian, has (dyed) red hair, sharp cheekbones and various piercings on her eyebrows, nose, mouth and tongue. she wears typical gothic garb, or at the very least, black clothing. she always has various weapons on her person. she is very skilled at magic and uses magical text to communicate with people who do not know vampiric sign language (reluctantly and not something she enjoys). she allies with the vampires over the humans.

matthieu "matt" bidhe, born

he/him | cis man | allosexual | bisexual

a kind, friendly boy although not the brightest and easily distracted. born to high ranking vampire royalty but his parents had been assinated a few years prior. he is half indian and half korean, but grew up mainly in france. he has blue tips on his black hair, chubby cheeks and a larger build. he is typically seen in letterman jackets, tank tops and track suits. he has a piercing on his right ear. his speed is his best skill. he allies with the vampires over the humans.

timothee cirscyd, half-bred

he/him | cis man | graysexual | questioning

an intelligent, calculating boy. he is a half- bred vampire, the rarest and weakest kind. his mother left his dad when she found out he was a vampire and left him. he is matthieu's bodyguard turned best friend. he his shoulder legnth brown hair, often in a bun. he has a chiseled jawline. he is usually wearing sweaters and preppy shirts. he is fairly skinny and despite his fighting capability his intelligence is his best skill. he is conflicted about his allegiance.

luci difynroed, born

she/he/they | genderfluid person | allosexual | pansexual

a very, very flirty person. was born to very rich vampires who had to fight to stay alive back in the war. she is greek and disowned from her parents, and only sees them at grand events. he has blonde hair, down to his waist, freckles and wears lots of make up. she is usually seen in skimper clothing (crop tops, miniskirt and short shorts). charm and seduction are her best skills. they align with the humans over the vampires.

(brutus/britney/briar) erhyobik, born

? | ? | allosexual | omnisexual (closeted if m/f)

a spoiled brat. actual hellspawn, the principal's child, and the principal is a very, very rich man. they have pale skin, brown hair and blonde bangs. they wear designer clothes and nothing else, and their colour palette is usually pink. they have no special skills. they align with the vampires over the humans.

sam frodle, turned

? | ? | asexual | aromantic

a nice person. a bit of a pushover. hates their maker and has no (loving) family left. they have thick black curls and is italian american. they have empathy as a special skill, and they align with the humans over the vampires. they usually wear cottage core, and a flower crown that they replace daily.

[more of a queer platonic relationship]

mouse, ?????

they/them | agender person | allosexual | no-one knows

angry, weirdly skilled, definitely hiding something, wears the (non-required) uniform daily. doesn't ally with either side.

professor sky heitnulc, turned

he/she | ? | ? | ?

technically just a shy assistant professor, but covering for his boss while they're indisposed. they can't be much older than you, so the specifics of how they got this job are a mystery. she's a decent teacher, but her wacky outfits leave a lot to be desired. he prefers not to talk about allegiances.

alex lúa, human

? | ? | ? | ?

your childhood best friend. your ex. dead.

[balimode]

This would not have looked out of the ordinary at the 2018 MET, which instantly makes them winners in my book.

[firstborn-if]

-cinderella, after murdering her stepmother (idk haven't watched the movie)

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐛𝐬𝐟.ᐟ𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟒𝐤 [𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭]

"you sure about this?" you asked matt from your kneeling position between his legs, hands on his bare thighs as you looked up at him for permission. matt’s eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a nervous gesture as he shifted on his gaming chair, spreading his legs a little wider as he nodded, mumbling a quiet "yeah, really sure".

that was all the confirmation you needed and you grasped his aching length, eliciting a slight buck from his hips and a soft groan. his breath hitched in his throat when you moved your hand languidly over his cock, precum oozing out of his angry red tip – all swollen and twitchy from not getting relief.

his lips parted to let out a soft sound that sounded like a moan as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "please... can you start?" his words were nothing more than a mere whisper, not wanting to sound too demanding, but needing to feel your warm mouth around him and the thought alone made his cock twitch in your hand. a fresh bead of precum pooled on his tip before sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

the feeling of his warm arousal sent shivers down your spine. your eyes locked onto his for a moment, the air was almost suffocating with the sexual tension charged up to maximum. your gaze fell back down to his cock as you shifted in your position, feeling yourself grow wet and restless. your swallowed thickly before looking back up into his eyes. "you ready?"

was he ready? that almost made him laugh. after all, he was more than ready.

"yeah, m’ready," he breathed out, adjusting his position yet again. he hissed in a sharp breath when your tongue made contact with the underside of his head, a bead of precum slid down his tip and onto your eager tongue. your tongue flattened out to lick a stripe up the veiny underside of his shaft, making him buck his hips.

matt’s eyes closed in pleasure, his brows knitting together as your mouth expertly licked and kissed his cock, not sucking him off yet, but giving him enough pleasure not to complain about it. his hand fell on top of your head, not pushing you down, just resting there as you glanced up at him with his hefty length in front of your face.

"please, don’t tease me— oh--ffuuckkk..." his voice trailed off into a low – almost satisfied – moan when you finally wrapped your lips around the needy red head of his cock, immediately starting to bob your head up and down, slowly taking more of his length each time.

matt’s jaw dropped, eyes nearly rolling back as his hands scrambled to stop your head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. the feeling of your tongue swirling on the sensitive underside of his cock was a tad bit too stimulating. "w-wait, t-too much, too much!" he keened, his hands gently pushing your head back and off his cock.

you pulled away with a wet 'pop', looking up at him with a confused expression before it quickly turned into a teasing grin when you realised he wasn’t pushing you away due to discomfort—rather the opposite.

"oh? ain’t you sooo sensitive?" you barely held back a chuckle, making him glare at you—to which you smiled innocently to, as if you didn’t just tease him of his sensitivity. "shut up and go easy on me, you nearly sucked me dry." he mumbled, shifting in his seat.

"alright, alright," you chuckled, "just feel and don’t think too much of it, you’re ruining your own fun." you couldn’t help but tease him again before you gave him what he wanted. matt’s lips parted to let out a soft groan when you wrapped your lips around his tip again, going back to giving him head, but much slower this time.

you slowly engulfed at least half of his cock before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking upwards towards his tip, making him shudder and moan quietly. "fu--ckk," matt rasped, his hips bucking up slightly when your head went down again, taking more of his length this time.

matt’s hands gently held the sides of your head, looking down at you with dilated pupils. "can i... can i fuck your face?" even he, himself, was surprised at his own boldness, but he waited patiently for your answer nonetheless, not trying to backpedal or take back his words. he was looking at you with pleading eyes as the bands in his stomach tightened with each bob of your head.

you finally gave in, pulling him out of your mouth to speak, panting softly. "yeah, go ahead, i want you to experience the utmost pleasure, after all." you said with mock seriousness, making him snort in amusement. he held your head gently and slowly fed you his length, keeping eye contact.

"haahh... mmfh-mm, juuust like that," matt encouraged quietly, his hips bucking up to fuck your face. "your mouth feels so good– you’re taking me soo well, fuck, i don’t think i’ll last..." he praised, his hands tightened their grip on your hair and head as he kept you in place, fucking your mouth with increasing vigor when he felt his balls draw tight—his release was right there, so close but still out of reach.

he slowed his hips when he saw the tears in your eyes, not knowing if he was hurting you as he stopped completely, pulling his glistening shaft out of your mouth. "am i hurting you?" he whispered, his expression shifting into a remorseful one. "shit sorry, i’m so sorry, we can stop-" "hey, no, no, it’s alright matt, don’t worry, keep going." you cut him off, reassuring him.

"don’t worry alright?" you looked at him until he nodded and smiled softly before continuing, "you’re not hurting me one bit." matt nodded again, sighing. "sorry, i’m just so nervous right now and i saw your tears and i thought..." his words trailed off when you took him in your mouth again, a groan fell out of his parted pink lips.

"keep going," you mumbled around his shaft, the vibrations causing a shiver to ripple through him, and he complied, starting to thrust his hips shallowly and slowly before he quickly got lost in the sensations again. the bands in his lower abdomen were becoming more and more taut.

"sorry, i- fuckk, just a bit more, just-just i’m s’close, can you–nghh–can you keep up with me for a bit?" his words were almost slurred as it stumbled out quickly, stopping for a bit for you to answer, and with your subtle nod of confirmation – despite your tears and the slight chocking – he returned to thrusting into your mouth, biting his lips to muffle his moans.

suddenly, the bands in his abdomen snapped abruptly, leaving him gasping.

"shiit— m’c-cumming! mmmfffp!" matt’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, effectively muffling the sounds of his own moans as his hips jerked and twitched, his free hand keeping your head down on his cock almost subconsciously as he got lost in the pleasure.

you swallowed around his cock, drinking his cum straight from the source. matt’s body shuddered from aftershocks, his expression was one of pure bliss. slowly coming down from his high, he took his hand away from his mouth, sighing deeply in contentment as his body went lax against the chair – sated to say the least.

you languidly sucked up and released his half-hard cock with a soft pop, licking your lips afterwards, keeping eye contact as you shifted slightly in your position on the floor to relieve some of the tension in your panties due to the slutty sounds he had let out. matt took some tissues and helped you wipe your mouth, swallowing thickly, his eyes lingering on your lips before looking back into your eyes.

the sexual tension was electric.

"all that apple juice really made your cum taste sweet." you teased, breaking the tension, helping him clean up and fix his clothes. matt smiled appreciatively as you helped him, his lips curling up into a bashful grin. "well, i guess i’ll have to keep drinking it then huh?" he joked, helping you stand up to your feet.

you opened your mouth to say something back, but chris suddenly burst into the room, catching you both off guard. he was none the wiser to the tension lingering in the air as he laughed about something that happened to him and nick just now and nagging you both to follow him into the living room. you and matt exchanged a glance before following chris, leaving your cute little secret in his room.

for now.

୨୧

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @lypsiiii @sydneyylainn @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover @matts-sidepiece @hearts4sturniolo @ivysturnss @bumbl3b34 @sophand4n4 @sagesturns @giveheavensomehell @gwennybenny @whore4mattsturniolo @forgottxen

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✦ 」

Your eyes focused on the movie playing, but your mind was obviously somewhere else, your breath hitched every few minutes as the movie progressed, hands gripping the blanket with such force that your knuckles were turning white.

Nick and Chris sat on the other side of the couch, Chris scrolling through his phone as Nick watched the movie playing on the TV—neither of them noticed the slight movement under the blanket you and Matt shared.

Matt’s fingers curled inside you, purposely rubbing your g-spot since he knew you were struggling to keep quiet, your eyes rolled back briefly from the sudden intense pleasure. His lips twitched at the corners with a small smirk when he heard the small whimper you let out.

"Shhh—sweetheart," he whispered, leaning slightly closer to you so he could move his fingers faster without making the blanket move too much.

You bit your lips, face almost buried in his shoulder in a futile attempt to hide your lewd expression that would immediately give away to your dirty little secret. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, one minute you were sitting and watching a horror movie with the triplets and the next Matt, your best friend, was fingering you under the blanket.

Tears of pleasure prickled at the corners of your eyes as Matt's fingers attacked your sweet spot with precision, unrelenting and merciless. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, and Matt seemed to have noticed it too, his digits quickening their pace.

Well, your walls were fluttering so much around his fingers—it would be stupid not to notice your impending release.

Quiet squelches sounded from under the blanket, and thankfully enough, the sound effects of the movie drowned out the wet noises. His thumb swiped over your slick clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow but forceful circles. The double stimulation proved to be too much for you and the taut bands snapped in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmfffp!" You accidentally let out a sound—which Matt quickly muffled with his free hand.

You were climaxing so fucking hard that your whole body trembled, hands clutching desperately at his arm as your pussy gripped his fingers, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Matt barely held back a groan, wishing it was his dick – your greedy cunt was sucking in – instead. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you slowly, prolonging your high, until your body finally relaxed against him.

His hand left your mouth and he slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped it on the blanket before briefly glancing at the other two if they noticed anything. Seeing that they were still paying attention to whatever they were doing made him let out a small sigh of relief.

Matt smirked slightly as he casually draped an arm around your shoulders, turning his attention back to the movie as if he didn’t just render you dumb on his fingers.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟒𝟖𝟑 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

[sunrisemill]

Smash…

DOUBLE SMASH…OH GAWD

[tlj1988]

[sturnioloho]

dirty chris

[pastafossa]

"Love Leaves A Mark" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic, Pure Fluff)

I've been working on this for a bit to celebrate the release of our older Born Again!Era Matt, and happily I can say this one's now done, which means I can finish up another little oneshot I have and then get back around to The Red Thread's next chapter. This is written with TRT!Reader in mind, but I also tried to write it vaguely so it's easy enough to enjoy even if you haven't read that massive saga. Also if you'd like notifications when I post a new story, drabble, or chapter, you can follow my sideblog @pastaxandria and set it for notifications!

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3.8k

Warnings for this fic: None that I know of, they're just being cute and in love as they grow old together. There ARE some vague physical changes described that are standard in aging but that feels pretty normal.

Fic Summary: You and Matt are growing older together, and you're both loving every second of it, including the physical changes that come with it.

“Did you get more toothpaste today?” you called sleepily, lifting one leg to idly scratch at your calf with your foot. You worked your toothbrush over to the other side of your mouth, wrinkling your nose at the taste. Nine years you’d been using your husband’s toothpaste and you’d never gotten used to the flavor, or lack thereof. You’d be damned if you didn’t use it regardless, though. “And Mini’s food?”

“Picked up both.” The low rumble of his voice was sleepy and distracted as it drifted out of the bedroom. Outside the little brownstone you both now called home, the snow continued to fall in thick, heavy flakes, muffling the roar of the wind and the few cars still out on the street despite the late hour and travel ban. You were grateful for that storm. In all the time you’d been with him you’d never had a problem with the Devil’s nightly rounds. Loving Matt meant loving Daredevil, too. But you still treasured evenings like these when he was able to stay in with you, your purring, cuddly husband happily playing the role of your favorite blanket. “I may have also stopped at the bookstore and gotten you something on the way home.”

You paused, shifting your gaze meaningfully toward the open bathroom doorway. You probed curiously at the psychic connection between you, a subtle attempt to discern what it was he’d picked up for you. All you got was a playful nudge back. He didn’t even have to try all that hard anymore, smoothly deflecting you with all the ease of swatting away a pillow.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” His voice was an amused whisper in your mind. “You’ll have to figure it out the old-fashioned way.” 

You scrubbed faster at your teeth, grinning at his laugh in the other room. 

“I don’t know how you have any gums left considering how often you do that,” he mused as you leaned down to rinse your mouth out. You quickly shoved your toothbrush back into the penguin-shaped toothbrush holder before flipping off the light and padding out of the bathroom. 

“The benefits of genetic tampering,” you said dryly, joining him in the bedroom. He was already settled into bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard, a well-worn book beneath his hand. Down atop his blanket-covered feet, a large, round black void of fur had arranged itself into a perfect circle, no head or tail to be seen. Matt tipped his head as he tracked your eager circling of the room, the barest little smirk quirking his lips. You scanned around for anything new, hunting along the walls and the bookshelves that had managed to migrate their way into the bedroom once your shared office slash library had gotten too full. Books had a tendency to breed like rabbits between you and Matt. “Where?” “Your nightstand. I figured you’d probably want to dive in.”

You darted over towards your nightstand.

“No way,” you breathed, sitting down on your side of the bed and snatching up the first of the three new hardbacks he’d placed on your nightstand. “This one—I thought it was going to take another week at least before they released it. How did you…?” “I kept checking with Hanna every time I passed by her bookstore.” He cleared his throat as you flipped open your new copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy to a random page, the much-loved scent of new paper and ink filling your nose. “Eventually she took pity on me and finally let me buy this one early with cash. Although she wasn’t sure why you wanted this one when you have so many other translations already.” 

“It’s Palma’s new translation,” you murmured distractedly, dragging your finger down the flowing lines of poetry, your eyes skimming rapidly over the page. You could already spot some of the changes. “I have the first translation he did of the Inferno, but this is the first time he’s done the entirety of the Divine Comedy, and he’s tweaked his previous translation. It’s supposed to mimic the rhyming scheme Dante created more closely. Not easy when you’re shifting it from Italian to English. Dad’s going to have kittens when he hears the Devil got me my copy before he got his.”

Even without looking at him, you could feel Matt’s smug satisfaction. “You should call him so I can hear him swear.” “Call him yourself if you want to rub it in.” You snorted in amusement at Matt’s neverending desire to goad your adoptive father Ciro, who admittedly had a habit of goading back. At the very least their jabs had become less hostile over the years, the two of them now closer to sparring partners than actual enemies. You leaned over to look at the other two books Matt had gotten you, your brows shooting up. “And you got me Emily Wilson’s translations of the Illiad and the Odyssey? You’re spoiling me, husband dearest.” “You said last month you were thinking about picking them both up. I figured I’d check if they were there.” There was a rustle of blankets behind you, and a slightly irritated, ‘mrrp?’, presumably as Matt adjusted his feet beneath the fuzzy black hole curled up atop them. “Consider it an early anniversary gift.” “Not that I’m not grateful, but you and I both know it’s January, dear.” You set Dante back down atop the stack of books before swiveling on the bed to face Matt. You started crawling across the mountain of blankets and silk sheets toward his grinning form. “Our anniversary is months away.” “The anniversary of our first kiss, then.” His smile only grew wider when you reached him and threw your leg over him to sit astride his waist. It was something he welcomed as he always did, his hands setting aside his book immediately in favor of you. He slid his palms warmly up and down the fleece covering your thighs, pausing here and there to knead at the muscle just because he could. It never seemed to matter that he’d touched you a thousand times before. He treated every moment like this as if it were the first. “A few hardbacks are the least you deserve.” “Lines like that make me want to marry you.” You sighed, draping your arms comfortably over his broad shoulders, lifting one hand to idly card your fingers through his dark hair. He hummed beneath your touch, tilting his head openly into the fond drag of your fingers like a big cat. “Buying a woman hardbacks? In this economy? Put a ring on me, Mr. Murdock.”

“Now Mrs. Murdock, how would your husband feel about you saying things like that?” His voice was a playful purr, words thick and glutted thanks to the drag of your nails. You were pretty sure his eyes had rolled back behind his closed eyes. “He’d, mmm, hunt me down until his dying breath if I laid so much as a finger on you. As for me, my wife is… not inclined to let me go gently.” 

“You’re goddamn right I’m not.” You sprawled out against his chest, dipping your head. He met you halfway, touching his lips to yours. You gave him a warm, lazy kiss, faint traces of copper and cinnamon passed from his smiling mouth to yours. The familiar taste of him, the softness of his skin, the sweet warmth of his breath in your mouth soothed you in a way little else could, and you drew him deep into you on a slow inhale, humming against his lips. His chest rumbled contentedly beneath you in response, his hands sliding up from your thighs to squeeze and rub affectionately your hips. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

“Never,” he murmured against your mouth, chasing after you to steal another kiss when you tried to lift your head. You ran your fingers through his hair again, sighing at the soft, playful brush of his tongue against your lips, giving it a mischievous nip of your own that made him rumble another pleased noise beneath you. His voice dropped further, all lazy warmth and possessive hunger, shades of the Devil coloring the edges like a painter’s brush. “Mm, my wife, all mine.”                                     “Your wife,” you agreed fondly. “One who’s cut people before and will happily do it again if it keeps you safe.”

“Your services are very much appreciated.”

“They should be since I fully intend to sit in a pair of rocking chairs with you one day in our old age.” You brought your hand around to scratch your fingers lightly through the coarseness of his beard, making him groan breathlessly in delight, his back arching just a little beneath you. He’d been letting his beard grow in for the past week or so. You were unsure if it was by choice or if it was simply that he’d felt too busy to take the time to shave. It had been a while since you’d last seen him with a full beard, though, a few years at least. And to your pleasant surprise, there were a few changes. Your fingers petted curiously over the small patches of silver scattered around. “I’ve even kept you alive long enough that you’ve got grey here in your beard now. That’s new.” His brows rose in surprise, his eyes fluttering open where they’d fallen closed. “Really?”

“Yup. It’s very handsome.” You stroked at the prickly grey strands before your hands slid back and up to his temples, tracing the few strands of grey there just as affectionately. His cheeks had even turned the tiniest bit pink at your praise. “Some here, too. Just a little at your temples. You gonna be my silver fox, Matt?” “I guess so. That’s what I get for letting you pet all the color out over nine years.” He heaved a great sigh beneath you as if his care sheet instructions didn’t specify he get at least ten minutes of petting each day, without which he would wilt away. “You made me look old.” “Oh please. You don’t look old. You look human.” Your fingers left his hair so you could poke him pointedly in the chest. He threw you a wounded look, all furrowed brow and big sad eyes that you weren’t falling for even a little. “Also, you gave yourself those grey hairs, thank you very much. You’re the most stressed man I’ve ever met. Half of what you put yourself through would have turned anyone else’s hair white by now.”

“Fine. I’ll admit that I may have done… a few things that were somewhat stress—” “Got a building dropped on you. Fought Nobu in tissue paper. Got shot in the head. Used a neti pot to snort some fucking rusty tap water full of amoebas and tiny shrimp—”

“That last one still really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“You have no idea. One day I’m going to kiss you and taste brain shrimp, I just know it.”

He snorted. “You say that like I don’t have my own list of all the things you’ve done that have almost given me a heart attack.”

“Alright, so my list is also… a bit long.” You tilted your head, watching his eyes shift absently around. After so many years with you, he was no longer self-conscious about letting you watch his eyes this closely, much to your delight. In the low light of the bedroom, his eyes were a soft, dark brown rather than the green or grey they could shift to during the day. Beautiful as always, especially with the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, lines that now seemed permanent even when he wasn’t smiling. You brushed your thumb over a few of those lines, your playful tone falling away into something more serious. “What if I like it, though? These parts of you that are getting older? Like these laugh lines.”

He furrowed his brow pitifully. “Now you’re telling me I’m wrinkly, too?”

“Oh, fuck you!” you huffed, his body shaking beneath you as he laughed. “You know that’s not what I meant. Stop deflecting, I’m serious.”

“I’m know you are, even if you’re telling me I’m a grey, grizzled, wrinkled husk.” He groaned theatrically, rolling his head back. “You should just bury me if I’m that old.”

“Not a chance. Not when I love everything I’m seeing. Like these…” 

You leaned in and planted a kiss on the laugh lines in question, feeling them grow deeper under your lips as he smiled.

“And these…”

Another kiss, this time against one of the grey patches in his beard, making him sigh. 

“...and goddamn do I love all this, too,” you murmured, sitting back so you could drag your hands hungrily down the front of him. There was no part of him you didn’t love, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little obsessed with the dark hair now edging up past his shirt collar—so much of it now that he’d finally given up on shaving his chest and let it all grow back—and the slightly thicker lines of his abdomen and hips, both of them a touch softer than they had been almost a decade ago when you’d first met him. You’d know; you’d been laying on him almost every night for most of that decade, barring a few rough patches and business trips.

“Mrs. Murdock,” he breathed in feigned shock, as if he wasn’t aware of exactly how much you enjoyed both his chest hair and the whole of his body from top to bottom, “are you insinuating something about me?” “You mean like insinuating I’m the reason you now eat regularly and aren’t so dehydrated that I can practically draw a map of your veins by sight?” You squeezed at the meat of his abdomen and hips greedily, your voice growing smug as you kneaded at him. Your touch made him chuckle and squirm beneath you, only drawing more protests from the cat trying to sleep on top of his feet. “Yes. Yes, I am. You’re welcome for the health, by the way. You’re aging like a fine wine, husband dearest. And it makes me happy.” 

His face softened at that, one hand leaving your hips to lay against your sternum. “If your heart wasn’t beating so steadily, I’d say you were just trying to flatter me,” he mused. “But… me getting older really is making you happy, isn’t it?”

“It is. I…” 

You paused for a moment, struggling to put into words what you were feeling. His hand at your hip edged up under your shirt until he could rub his thumb soothingly at your skin, content to wait while you figured out how to say what you wanted to say.

“I think it’s that… there was a time when I wasn’t sure if you’d live long enough for me to see you grow old with me.” You cupped his face in your hands, treasuring the way his eyes fell slowly closed and he leaned into your touch so openly, so easily. It had taken so much work to get him here, where he felt comfortable accepting your love and your affection, but it had been worth every ounce of effort. You traced over his laugh lines again with your thumbs before skipping down to the faint smile lines at the corners of his mouth, a mouth that pursed to kiss your thumb when you swept one over his lips. “But you did. I’m getting to see it. That’s special to me. I want to see that… that you’re still alive, that you’re living long enough for these things to happen. I want to see all these little grey hairs, and wrinkles, and the way your body has gotten a bit softer, because every little piece of you that gets older represents a moment I didn’t know if I’d get with you.”

He drew in a shaky breath before his eyes fluttered slowly open again. And in the dark of his eyes there was such a reverent joy, such a bone-deep love filling their depths that it almost took your breath away. You’d never tire of seeing it, even if you both lived for another fifty, another hundred, another thousand years, joined in this lifetime and in whatever came next. Religion had nothing on being loved fully, wholly by Matt. 

“I could say the same thing about you,” he breathed, his hand at your sternum sliding up to cradle your neck, thumb sweeping gently over the thin skin above your pulse. He pressed just a little, just enough to tug your skin back and forth. A moment later, he tugged you in until he could feather a kiss against your pulse where his thumb had been, lingering there as you nuzzled into his dark hair. “And spots like right here.”

“What’s changed there?” 

“The texture of your skin. How much it moves when I touch it. I like to think,” he whispered against your throat, “that your skin’s a little looser here now, more worn in, because I’ve stroked at it so much that I’ve changed you permanently. It’s a sign of just how much I’ve touched you, how many times you’ve trusted me and let me put my hands here. It’s never mattered to you how scarred those hands were, how covered in blood. You let my love leave a mark.”

He tightened his other hand against your hip next, taking hold of the curves that had changed as you’d journeyed through the years with him. “And you’re softer now, too, just like me.” From there he smoothed his hand affectionately upwards over your ribs and up past your breasts, mapping over all of the places your body had begun to show your age like his: stretchmarks and small wrinkles where once skin had been smooth and tight, scars from old battles now faded and ragged with time. The journey his hand took was made with reverence, tender and heavy with intent, his smile so very soft and almost… wondrous. “I may not be able to see you, but I can feel you growing old with me, too, sweetheart. More curves, a few wrinkles. It’s like I can feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into a life with me.”

“That’s what happens when love winds up being your gravity.” You leaned in to kiss his forehead lines. “A decade of being drawn in by you.”

“Mhm. And up here.” He shifted his hand at your throat to cup your face like you had his, his thumb tracing the corners of your eyes. “Laugh lines. Because our life’s made you laugh so much that it changed you. They weren’t there the first time I put my hands here. But they are now. Signs of how happy you are with me. And there are more every year, because you… love me enough to stay.”

“Hey, my Devil-Man,” you whispered, tilting his head up until your forehead could meet yours. He didn’t bother to hide the vulnerability in his eyes, this old wound of his. It was mostly mended now, when it came to you, but sometimes that furrowed scar inside his heart still made him ache. “Do you need me to remind you again? I’m not going anywhere, husband of mine. There’s nowhere you’ll go that I won’t follow.”

“I know.” His eyes fluttered as you stroked at his skin. His arms left your face until he could wind them tighter around you, pulling you in tight against him until his every breath became yours. That seemed to settle him some, the weight of you against his chest, especially when you dropped your head to his shoulder, nuzzling in against his neck. “That’s… that’s just it. With me, you see… moments you didn’t think you’d have because you didn’t think I’d make it. And I didn’t think I’d have this with you, either. A home, wrinkles, greying hair. Not because I didn’t think you’d live long enough, but… but because I never thought I’d find someone who could love me enough to stay this long. To love me this long. Long enough that I could feel you grow old with me.”

“Loving you has never been a chore, Matt.” You breathed in the scent of his skin, soap and the faint copper of blood, traces of cinnamon and just him. It was a scent you knew better than your own. You  lifted your hand to run your knuckles down his cheek, tracking your way through his greying beard, hoping that your touch would help your words sink in. He slid his hands up under the back of your shirt to drag his palms smoothly down your back, comforting himself with the feel of your skin as he tilted his head, listening to your heartbeat. It wasn’t because he thought you were lying, that much you knew. But he’d told you once he found the truth soothing when hearing something that might make him feel otherwise vulnerable. Something like this, this old wound of his, absolutely qualified. “And it never will be, no matter what comes at us. If you need me to remind you of that every day, I will. I’ll tell you that over and over again, until the day we die and get buried in matching coffins.”

“The same coffin,” he said quietly, tipping his head to nuzzle at your temple. “There’s a reason we took ‘Till death do we part’ out of our vows. No parting, even in death.” 

“Do they even sell double coffins? If so, I’m down.” “Even if they don’t, I’ll tell Foggy to make sure I end up in yours with you.” “I think I should end up in yours.” “Why?” “Because everyone will just assume your coffin’s extra heavy due to your goddamn audacity.” He burst out laughing beneath you, his body shaking and almost throwing you off him entirely. “I’m just saying,” you continued, trying not to grin as he choked out more laughter, “you live your life in a very particular way, man without fear. ‘Christ, why is his coffin so heavy?’ And our friends can just say, ‘well, you know, it’s Matt Murdock’ and it’ll explain everything. No one will notice me shoved in underneath you so you can lay on top of me forever.” 

“It’s a date,” he said, still huffing in amusement. A pointed paw tapped at your back before starting a walk up your spine. “Speaking of which, looks like someone’s eager to get in on the cuddling.” “Behold, offer to cuddle and both Matts will appear,” you snorted as roughly twenty pounds of scarred black cat trod his way stubbornly up and onto your shoulder, rasping out an indignant meow that sounded like he’d been smoking a pack a day for the past seven years, because how dare the two of you do this without inviting him. “I’m about to be sandwiched, I think. Hello, Mini-Matt.”

Sure enough, Matt’s smaller clone enthusiastically rammed his head against your temple, making you grunt, before doing the same to Matt’s chin. He was already purring like an old motorcycle engine in a request to get in on what seemed like a nice, cozy cuddle pile, as if Matt would ever turn the cat down. Sure enough, Matt leaned in, planting a kiss to Mini’s big fuzzy forehead before turning and laying a much gentler kiss on yours as Mini draped himself over your shoulder, stretching one paw out to pat Matt's face. “Something tells me you don’t mind, though.”

“Not even a little.” 

[firstborn-if]

ranking characters by how much sex they've had

Gwen A: 0/10 very happily asexual, probably will never have sex

Matthieu B: 4/10 more the romantic type, has had sex

Timothee C: 2/10 questioning his sexuality at the moment, and no rizz to speak of, has had sexy times once or twice

Luci D: 10/10 slut (complimentary)

B Erhyobik: 5/10 likes being in relationships, and likes having sex in those relationships

Sam F: 1/10 very asexual. has had sex once.

Professor Sky: 3/10 painfully single. has had sex in the past

Mouse: 7/10 sex fiend probably. no-one likes them so idk who they're having sex with.

Alex L: 0/10 dead

[marblish0220]

it came to me in a dream

[kairithemang0]

Imagine calling your brother in the middle of the night and going “calendar man your days are numbered” and that’s how you start the conversation

Absolutely legendary

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 ✯ 𝐦.𝐬 𝐰𝐜. 𝟏.𝟏𝐤 [𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭]

you weren’t sure what to make of his request when he initially brought up silent sex, looking at him with a confused expression as you asked why – since you two weren’t at his place where his brothers could hear you. you knew your boyfriend had his fair share of kinks and fetishes, but this was not what you expected to hear when he sat you down for intimacy. matt simply smiled sheepishly and mumbled "just this once, please?"

your confused expression softened into a soft smile, finding his nervousness somewhat endearing. you weren’t going to say no, in fact, it turned you on more than you expected. feeling your undies slowly soak, you bit your lips and shifted your position on the bed, subconsciously easing the tension on your clothed clit.

"yeah... just this once." is what you told him, but the moment he started the foreplay all while having his hand over your mouth—you knew you were done for. the feeling of his tongue lapping at your puffy clit, all while effectively keeping you silenced with his hand made your core ache with the need to be filled.

matt smiled against your pussy when he felt just how aroused you were today, your inner walls pushing out more of your arousal for him to clean up. he moaned against your folds, as pussy-drunk as always as he ate you out slowly, but good enough to make your thighs tense around his head. your fingers carded through his hair, back arching as you tried to keep quiet for him. the feeling of his hand press firmly on the lower half of your face made you somewhat more alert thus adding to the pleasure.

a minute or so more of his mouth on you and you were already a needy mess, begging him to fill you up. matt could feel his cock twitch every time a whine of his name left your pretty lips muffled by his hand. his mind reeled with excitement from the possibility of getting caught, despite it just being you two in your apartment. he was already hooked on silent sex more than he was before.

"oh, you’re so wet f’me, so fucking ready to take me in ain't you?" he rose up, wiping his glistening lips with the back of his hand as his other fumbled with his belt. smirking at the small whine leaving you from the loss of contact as he quickly discarded his pants somewhere on the floor beside the bed, not even bothering to take off his briefs fully as he gripped the base of his hefty length, the waistband of his briefs down just below his sack.

matt spit on his hand and gave himself a few good pumps to spread his saliva as lubricant even though he knew you were probably so slick and slippery already. it isn’t a secret between you both, matt loved it when he could hear the wet squelching from the slickness. he positioned the head of his cock against your slick folds, running it up and down your slit teasingly before slowly pushing the tip inside. groaning lowly at the feeling of your eager walls sucking him in.

"fu—ck, you’re pulling me in so tightly," he hissed through clenched teeth, slowly feeding your sopping pussy more of his length before finally bottoming out. his eyes rolled back briefly from the tight warmth enveloping all of his aching cock. he looked at you through hooded eyes-lids as he leaned further down, wrapping your legs around his waist and opening you up more so he could go even deeper.

you locked your ankles behind him, pulling him closer, looking at him with fluttering lashes and slightly parted lips. he was quick to cover your mouth when he started to move, muffling your sounds of pleasure once more. he wasn’t exactly being slow and gentle—no, quite the opposite. In fact, the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm with his pounding.

your lashes fluttered as your eyeballs rolled back into your skull, the feeling of the thick tip of his cock mercilessly slamming into your cervix had you screaming into his hand. you shut your eyes closed, your hands scrambling up to clutch onto the arm that muffled your sounds. quiet profanities left his lips along with low moans as his cock rutted into you, the sounds of your weeping pussy getting rammed by his hard cock filled both your ears—making your orgasms approach rapidly.

you slowly opened your eyes, now filled with unshed tears of pleasure. your gaze lazily raked over his handsome face etched with bliss, and his arm... you almost came just from the sight of his tattoo covered arm, his veins popping out more than usual and muscles tensing as he covered your mouth all while fucking you like there was no tomorrow. matt chuckled breathlessly, "you’re s’close ain’t you, sweets, can feel ya clinging onto me." he rasped as his pace quickened.

you couldn’t do anything but nod your head, a hand coming down to rub your clit furiously in time with his thrusts. he shivered when he saw your hand working yourself closer, the sight proving to be too erotic for him at the moment. his face scrunched up in ecstasy, "fu-ck, ’m s’close, right there—mffh, gonna fill you up—fill you up so good," he babbled as he jackhammered into you, his head falling down to rest on your shoulder.

your whole body trembled when the pressure finally erupted, your vision whitening out at the corners, back arching and nails digging into his forearm. the moment matt felt your velvet walls fluttering rhythmically around his shaft all while pulling him in—he knew he was done for. he moaned your name in pure unadulterated pleasure as he slammed into you a few more times before stilling.

a soft satisfied sigh left you when you felt his warm seed deep inside you, the feeling of fullness filling your senses. matt finally let himself collapse on top of you, the weight heavy but not unwelcoming. his hand eventually left your mouth and he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts, breathing in your scent and leaving a few chaste kisses there.

"mm... i love you, love you so much," he murmured against your skin, making you smile softly. matt sighed contentedly when your fingers ran through his soft locks and grazed his scalp. "i love you too, so, so much," he relaxed against you when your words registered in his brain, a happy smile plastering on his lips as he held you close, closing his eyes to relish in the afterglow.

୨୧

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[sweetshuga]

✰ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆»

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language!

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 337

✰ Matt’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around them—rendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Matt’s face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though he’s seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorry—" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, it’s fine, should’ve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back as he worked his magic. The thick head of his length hit spots that made you let out sounds even you didn’t know you could make. The sounds of your pleasure spurred him on, grunting in exertion as he surged forward with renewed vigor. Determined to please you. "Fu—ck sweets, you feel me?" His arm left your thighs, and with gentle fingers, pressed on the bulge appearing and disappearing on your abdomen from his cock. His gaze momentarily shifted from your stomach to your face, a groan leaving his lips when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face. "Look at you, so fucking drunk on my dick, mffh—" ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 362

✧ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch – cozied up in blankets – you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "I’ll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Chris’ free hand tangled in your locks, gripping it into a make-shift ponytail before pulling on it. Your head involuntarily leaned back, your thoroughly-pleasured expression reflecting in the mirror. Chris’ pace quickened, the sound of wet squelching filling the air as he pounded into your sopping pussy from behind. "Look at that, baby," he cooed as he saw your face in the mirror, "look at yourself, the fucked dumb look on your face." He grunted as he pulled your hair with more force, making you look at yourself and a loud shaky moan left his lips when he felt your walls flutter rhythmically around his pistoning cock. ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[cranesofibycus]

When Matt pulls a Taliesin on the party.