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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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forgiveness

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader x frank castle

summary: matt decides frank needs an attitude adjustment and uses you as a demonstration.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: this came directly from my other head, if ya know what I mean (all puns intended).

word count: 2k

[part one: jealousy][part three: revenge]

Matt could hear what Frank was doing to you from three blocks away. He had one of your thighs draped over his as you both sat on the couch, your hands bound behind your back with his favorite leather belt while his thick fingers strummed lazily through your folds like he was playing his favorite song.

Not even the blaring siren from the fire truck racing down the street to his right could combat the sound of your breathless and desperate whines of Frank’s name for mercy. Jealousy still singed along Matt’s nerves, but irritation and frustration polluted his bloodstream as Frank’s previous taunt echoed between his ears.

Hurry your ass up. Clock’s tickin’.

Frank appeared to have gotten too complacent over the past few months, taking advantage of Matt’s thinly veiled patience and sanctioned forgiveness. He had also gotten too comfortable, thinking because he laid with the Devil that meant he was safe from the hellfire.

Frank was due for a fucking attitude adjustment.

As Matt burst through the front door, both yours and Frank’s heads whipped around in that direction, surprised by his sudden and bold entry. The dark look on Matt’s face made you shudder, and Frank’s fingers paused momentarily, hovering over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Well, ‘bout time you showed up, Red. Thought I said-”

In a flash, Matt had crossed the threshold in record time, and he was suddenly towering over Frank, his hand darting out to grab him by his throat. Matt’s fingers coiled tightly around Frank’s neck, squeezing hard enough that Frank’s eyes flew open in shock and he swiftly retracted his hand from between your thighs completely to grip onto Matt’s wrist. Matt tossed his glasses carelessly onto the coffee table behind him so that Frank could see the feral look in his hazel eyes that were a storm of lust and anger. He leaned in so that their noses were only a millimeter apart, the corner of his lip curled up into a menacing snarl as he bared his dazzling teeth.

“I don’t give a fuck what you said. You seem to have forgotten how to not be such an asshole, Castle. She stays home to take care of you, and you’re being a fucking tease. I call to check in, and you start playing with her pussy, knowing I can hear it over the phone. You seem to have come home with a fucking attitude, and we’re gonna fix that right now.”

Matt’s words caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips, and if that hadn’t caught his attention, the fresh flow of arousal that seeped into the couch cushion beneath you certainly did. Matt let out a low growl in his chest that had your cunt fluttering and Frank’s hands clenching into tight fists.

Frank’s arrogant mistake was thinking that Matt only let the Devil out behind the guise of his horns on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. But it took one night of relentless teasing for him to learn that the Devil and the man were one in the same. After experiencing just how unmerciful and vengeful Matt could truly be, Frank hadn’t made that error again.

Until now.

Matt roughly let go of Frank’s throat, his burning blank stare still fixated directly on his face.

“Don’t move. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak.”

Frank’s lips instantly parted to protest, a deep furrow nestling between his thick brows, but another hardened glare from Matt coupled by his head tilting to the side in challenge had him grunting in response. Satisfied with Frank’s obedience, Matt turned his attention to you, his gaze softer as he knelt down in front of you, reaching behind you to free your hands from the confinements of Frank’s belt.

“Are you gonna behave for me, sweetheart?”

Matt’s breath was warm against your neck, and the feeling of his coarse facial hair brushing against your sensitive skin made you shiver.

“Yes, Matty.”

You could feel his devilish grin stretching across his lips as he pressed them against the juncture above your collarbone, delicately sinking his teeth into your skin as he inhaled your scent deeply and hummed lowly in his throat.

“That’s my girl. Let me take care of you, angel.”

Matt wasted no time burying his head between your thighs. He brought your legs up and over his broad shoulders, his hands gripping onto your hips to pull your cunt closer to his greedy lips, and he moved his tongue against your clit in a way that had you writhing uncontrollably. He didn’t bother holding your hips down and let you tangle your fingers in his hair to guide him wherever you wanted. In complete contrast to how he had treated Frank just mere minutes ago, Matt let you use him how you pleased, getting as much pleasure from it as he was giving you.

He could feel Frank’s eyes locked on his movements, hardly even blinking so that he didn’t miss a single second of Matt devouring your pussy like a man starved. He could almost taste the saliva building up in Frank’s mouth, knowing it was watering at the thought of your taste. The sound of Frank’s calloused fingertips brushing along the rough denim of his jeans towards the mountain that had formed in his lap caught Matt’s attention quickly. Matt quickly reached for Frank’s belt and snapped the leather harshly against the back of Frank’s hand to halt his movements, and a low growl laced with warning tear tore through his chest. The vibration of it directly against your clit nearly made you combust right then and there.

Before you could reach your peak, Matt removed his lips from your swollen clit, shushing you gently with his index finger against your lips as you immediately began to whine in protest. He rose up slowly from his knees and took a seat on the couch right next to Frank. He made a show of languidly unbuckling his belt, carefully tugging down his zipper, and lazily pulled out his aching cock while you and Frank watched with bated breath.

Matt held his open palm out in front of Frank’s face and tilted his head in his direction slightly.

“Spit.”

The low and commanding tone of his voice went straight to your core, and it must have had the same effect on Frank, because he didn’t hesitate to do exactly what Matt asked. Matt collected the arousal leaking from his slit and used that in combination with Frank’s saliva to lubricate his cock as he wrapped his hand around his base and gave himself a few gentle strokes.

His lips parted into a cocky grin hearing the way you and Frank both groaned in unison at the sight.

Matt patted his thick thigh as he motioned towards you with his chin.

“Come here, baby. Come sit.”

He didn’t wait for your frazzled brain to catch up with his command. He grabbed you by your hips and pulled you onto his lap, spreading your legs wide open with your thighs draped over his own so that your knees were on the outsides of his. Matt wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“On your knees, Castle.”

“Red-”

“On. Your. Knees.”

The low growl that accompanied his words had your cunt clenching around nothing, and Frank let out a disgruntled noise before he stood up from the couch, only to lower himself onto his knees in front of you and Matt. You felt a pang of sympathy in your chest for Frank, seeing the look of absolute agony in his deep brown eyes. As you reached out towards him, Matt quickly gripped onto your wrist, his deep voice dripping into your ear laced with warning.

“No. This is his punishment.”

“C’mon, Red. Was only messin’ earlier. Wasn’t actually bein’ mean to her, or you.”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, Castle. Give me your hands.”

Frank clenched his jaw tightly as he stared over your shoulder at Matt, his face a twisted up concoction of frustration and distress. Wordlessly, he offered his hands up and watched as Matt bound his wrists together tightly with his own belt that he had used to bind you.

Desperation was not something you could usually detect in Frank Castle’s voice, but it was pouring from his words, and you could see the despair glimmering in his big brown eyes. Matt seemed to ignore his defense, reaching between your thighs to grab his cock and slip it through your soaked folds, letting out a quiet hiss in your ear as your welcoming heat enveloped him. Your head fell back against his chest at the delectable intrusion, and Matt’s voice was hoarse by the time his cock was fully nestled inside you.

“You know the rules, Castle. Teasing sluts don’t get rewarded for their bad behavior. Only good boys get rewarded. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You get treated nice when you’re a good girl, don’t you?”

Matt had you completely at his mercy, his hands firmly gripped onto your hips, lazily moving his hips upwards as he fucked you slowly and purposefully. He had his chin resting on your shoulder, his nose nuzzled against your neck, pressing warm, open-mouthed kiss to your sensitive skin. The way his cock was dragging against your walls had already caused your brain to short circuit, and you couldn’t hardly focus on his words.

“Yes, Matty…”

Matt could feel Frank’s eyes watching the way his thick cock split you open, disappearing inside you over and over and over. He could hear the thunder booming in his ribcage, feel the heat that layered over his skin, and the way his index and middle finger twitched on his right hand, as if he were pulling an invisible trigger. Matt could also feel the way his massive cock strained against the front of his jeans, and he was almost shocked it hadn’t busted through the zipper at this point. He let out a low groan as the taste of Frank’s arousal weeping from his aching tip nestled in the air.

Matt’s teeth grazed along your neck, lightly nipping at your heated skin while digging his blunt nails into the flesh of your hips, his voice lowering to a dangerous octave in your ear.

“Tell him how it feels, baby.”

“Feels so good, Matty..”

The low whimper coated with anguish Matt’s ears caught from Frank cracked his stubborn resolve. Matt enjoyed teasing Frank, but he never wanted to torture him. He just wanted to get his message across.

Matt could never stay mad at Frank.

“Think we should let him earn his forgiveness, hm? Think he deserves that, angel?”

“Yes…he’ll be good…be so good, Matty.”

Matt reached his hand out in front of him, and Frank immediately sought out his touch, nestling his face into Matt’s palm.

“What do you think, Frank?”

“Lemme make it up to ya, Red. To both of ya.”

Matt couldn’t help but grin devilishly hearing the lust melting from Frank’s pleading voice. His craving was palpable, and it made Matt feel a surge of power. No one knew how to bring the Punisher to his knees like him except for you.

He dragged the pad of his thumb along Frank’s plump bottom lip gently before roughly gripping onto the back of his neck to drag his face towards your cunt.

“Well go on, then. Earn your forgiveness.”

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ellephlox · 1 year

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Lie Detector

Pairing: Matt x f!reader

Summary: Matt thinks that you can't successfully lie to him. The only way to settle the dispute is to challenge one another to a bet, but trying to deceive a human lie detector isn't quite as easy as you'd expect.

A/N: Finally on summer break and I've had time to do some writing. I'm really drawn to a reader/matt dynamic that's super competitive, so... here we are, with yet another "game". Hope it's alright!

Sometimes, having a lie detector as a boyfriend sucked.

You realized this early on, when all of the sudden the white lies that you told habitually in order to protect others' feelings crumbled into a big dust cloud of useless whenever Matt heard them.

Last week at supper, for instance. Matt had cooked a beautiful meal — homemade rolls, oven-roasted vegetables, and your favorite pasta — and it was all delicious. Except for one experimental vegetable thrown in that you were... less fond of, to say the least.

But of course he asked you if you liked it, of course he did.

"It's incredible," you told him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "The pasta is cooked perfectly. Also, homemade rolls? I mean, these can't even compare to the local bakeries. It's all really good, Matt."

"And the... new vegetable?" he asked, taking a bite.

Shit.

You sat stock still for half a second, your mind whirring. Fortunately, you'd gotten better at dodging situations where typically you would just save yourself with a white lie, but with Matt, there was rarely a safe way out of a question.

"It's got such a unique flavor!" you said warmly. Truth. "I don't think I've ever had it before. Where'd you get the recipe?"

"Foggy's sister. It is unique," he agreed. "You like the taste?"

Damn it. Something told you that Matt suspected you didn't like it; why else would he be so persistent about asking? "It's so unexpected," you hedged. "You cooked it really well."

Which was also a truth. The texture was good, at least; Matt had roasted it perfectly. It was the flavor you were less keen on, and you had to fight the urge to drink water after every bite.

Matt's lips turned upwards. "Sweetheart, you don't have to choke it down for me."

From there, everything unraveled. "I love it," you tried to say, but Matt's eyebrows were raising and you yourself could feel that your heart was speeding up. "Really! I love it, it's fantastic—"

You loaded your fork with it, preparing to take a large bite out of a manic desire to ensure Matt didn't find out the truth, but he deftly reached forward and grabbed your wrist. "Lost cause, Y/N." His thumb grazed your wrist, as though to match the sensation of your pulse to what he could hear.

You reluctantly put the fork down. "Come on, Matt, stop reading me for once! You cooked a beautiful supper and I want you to know how much I appreciate it—"

"You can appreciate it while letting me know you don't like a certain type of food. I promise my ego isn't dependent on a single vegetable."

"But I feel bad!" you protested. "And with anyone else, I would have just lied and said it's amazing, but with you, I have to be a schmuck about it!"

"You're not a schmuck."

"Matt, I'm a schmuck." You pointed at yourself. "Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad schmuck. Plus, it's unfair. I'm sure you lie to me all the time, and I probably just don't even notice it. Like last week, when I asked you if I have a nice voice to listen to and you told me that me that it's music to your ears, or some crap like that."

"It is music to my ears."

"I call bullshit. Unless by 'music' you meant death metal or country."

"So start lying to me," Matt said, his fingers absently moving up your forearm. "If you're able to control your nervousness when you do it."

"Is that a challenge? I'm sensing a challenge."

Matt was smiling now, and it wasn't his charming smile, it was what you thought of as his shit-eating grin. "Aw, let's not call it a challenge. I know how upset you get when you lose."

"That's it." You slapped his hand away from your arm. "Prepare to be lied to. Constantly. And if I succeed, and you don't notice that I've lied to you, then you have to..." You thought for a moment. "You'll have to wear your Daredevil suit to Foggy's when we have dinner with him and Karen on Sunday night."

Matt's smile dropped instantly. "Why the hell would I do that?"

"Um, obviously because it would be hilarious seeing you uncomfortable, and Foggy and Karen would take some awesome pictures of you?"

He grit his teeth as though contemplating. "Fine. And if I win, and I notice every lie, you can go through all of the old archives sitting in Karen's filing cabinet at Nelson and Murdock and make copies so that they can all be organized by legal topic as well as by date."

"What? How is that fair? That's hours of my time!"

"I thought you said you were confident that you'd win?"

"Well. Yeah." You leaned over to playfully shove at him. "Okay, then. I'm in."

"But if you actually are apprehensive about this bet, then we don't have to do the challenge. I won't hold it against you."

Bold way to throw down the gauntlet, Matt. There was no backing out now. "Nope. Deal accepted," you said, and stood up to clear the plates. "Oh, and by the way, I don't get 'upset' when I lose. I'm a fantastic loser."

"Lie," Matt said, almost lazily.

Damn.

That was how it began. Of course, together you enumerated more rules, both printed and in braille, and posted them on the fridge.

Rule Number One: A lie had to be the subject of whatever you were talking about. It couldn't be a throw-away comment unrelated to the conversation itself, nor could it be anything so minor that it didn't even matter. It was forbidden to, for example, tell Matt about your day and say green shirt when you were actually referring to a blue shirt and count that as a lie. It had to stand on its own, loud and proud.

Rule Number Two: You had forty-eight hours to complete the challenge. Which, admittedly, didn't give you a lot of time. Matt was on his guard every time you opened your mouth, which meant you'd have to be strategic about this, if you wanted to win.

Rule Number Three: The lie had to be delivered in heartbeat earshot. That meant you couldn't lie to him through text messages or a long distance phone call.

Rule Number Four: If Matt falsely accused you of lying more than twice, then you won. You argued this rule in as a safeguard; otherwise, he could call out your lies on whims without any consequences.

And, finally, Rule Number Five: A lie had an expiration on it of ten seconds. If Matt didn't name the lie within ten seconds of you delivering it, then you won. You had even argued for more time, but it was Matt who had told you, with a particularly cocky wave of his hand, that he'd sense it within that time.

Several times you had tried lying to him since the start of the challenge. Each time, he'd sniffed it out immediately — almost instinctively, even — so that it was almost embarrassing at how readable you were.

"You heading out tonight for patrol?" you asked him when you emerged from the shower that night, wearing only a tee of Matt's and a towel around your head.

"Only for a bit. I've got to catch up on some paperwork this evening."

"Anything I can help with?"

"No, it's just prep for my opening next Wednesday." Matt tilted back in his chair, stretching with a restlessness that told you he'd much prefer to be out on the rooftops than reading through paperwork.

"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do," you said, and then added the lie: "I'll go do some reading, then."

Matt didn't hesitate. "What're you really going to be doing?"

You scrunched your nose at him, irritated. "And I thought I was so nonchalant. My heart is a traitor. Slow down, you." You slapped at your upper chest and lied again. "I actually wanted to do some online shopping. I need a new pair of sunglasses."

"No, you don't."

You released a dramatic exhale. "Fine! I'm going to journal a bit."

Matt listened for a moment, and then nodded, clearly placated. "I'll come say bye before I head out."

And then you even thought that you might get him when he came back, because it was past two in the morning and he'd taken a faster shower than usual — an indication he was anxious to get to bed —but when he crawled under the covers, apparently he was still on guard.

"Come in closer," you whispered, half-asleep yourself despite your hope of lying to him. "I meant to stay up for you, but I fell asleep."

Which wasn't true, even though you did often stay up for him. Tonight you had slipped into bed and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.

But Matt caught it; his hand nudged at your arm to acknowledge the lie. "Even this late, you're still trying to win the bet?"

Loopholes in the rules were hard to find, you realized. Matt seemed to appreciate your attempts to bypass them the next day — in fact, the closest you came to successfully lying was that morning, when you had about thirty-two hours left in the challenge. You had left to pick up bread for breakfast, and had just stepped out onto the street when you put your plan into action and dialed Matt's number.

Because technically, here on the street, right below the apartment, Matt could still hear your heartbeat, if he sought it out. But you hoped that if you were talking with him over the phone, then he wouldn't pay attention, and that he'd be distracted by the background fuzz of the call.

"Hey," you said, walking slowly down the sidewalk; you didn't want to be accused of leaving the earshot radius. "I just got a text from Foggy. He asked if I could bring that book I was telling him about the other day to dinner tomorrow night. Is it still on my dresser or did I return it to the library? I can't remember."

It was a clever lie, you thought. You had told Foggy about the book, and he did text you about bringing it to dinner. You did, however, specifically remember leaving the book on the dresser and not bringing it to the library the other day. It wasn't violating Rule Number One, either, because the question you asked Matt pertained directly to the lie.

There was a brief noise on the other end of the line as Matt presumably cocked his head, sweeping his senses out for a book on your dresser. In your head, you counted down the time. Ten... nine... eight... seven... six...

"The thick one?"

"Yeah."

Four... three... two...

"Lie," he said suddenly, and you could hear the smile on his face. "Nice try. Almost got me on that one."

"Crap," you said, sighing and adjusting your jacket as you picked up the pace, crossing the street after taking a quick glance left and right.

"If the lie hadn't been about a book, I wouldn't have thought to listen to your heart," he continued. "You care too much about your books to not know whether you've returned one to the library or not."

"Crap," you said again, but this time it was because the convenience store was closed; you'd have to go a couple blocks further to the larger supermarket. "Matt, I'm going to take a few minutes longer. The store's not open until nine."

Matt was quiet for a moment. "If that was a lie, that doesn't count. I can't hear your heartbeat from here."

"Nope. It's the truth. Anything else you want me to pick up while I'm at the grocery store? Ibuprofen, Advil, ice packs?"

Matt answered, but you didn't hear; an idea was formulating in your mind. "Sorry?" you said after a moment, picking up your pace as rain began to fall.

"Just more tea, I think."

"On it. See you in a bit," you said, and hung up.

Rule Number Four, you realized, was your ticket to winning. If you could get Matt to call you out on a lie when you weren't lying — and if you could get him to do it three times — you'd win.

So, the trick was to get your heart rate going at precisely the right moment. You left the grocery store with bread, tea, and a large espresso from the café next door.

And, miraculously, it worked. You walked in, your heart already feeling a bit more spry since you downed much, much more caffeine in the span of five minutes than you typically had over the course of an entire day, announced to Matt that the grocery store had been strangely busy today, and—

"Lie," he said, almost without even paying attention.

"Ha!" you said triumphantly, setting the bread down on the counter. "Wrong, Murdock!"

His brow furrowed. "What?" You could see him reaching out with his senses now, seeking what his mistake was, and...

"Espresso," he said, so quietly and forlornly that you laughed. "Damn. Your heart is racing."

"Brilliant, right? The grocery store really was packed." You waved the bread at him. "I'm starving. Can we make French toast with this?"

"Yeah. And don't get too happy yet, sweetheart. You haven't won yet."

"And there's the key word: yet," you reminded him.

Matt was on guard after that, so you waited the rest of the day before trying again; too often, and each effort would be futile. You could tell he was listening with far more diligence every time you spoke, and while it was slightly unnerving knowing that your heart rate was under constant scrutiny, it was worth it. Matt felt threatened that you would win. Even if you didn't end up winning the bet, that gave you enough pleasure to make the entire game worthwhile no matter what happened.

Step Two was getting Matt to watch a horror movie. You were a bit limited in your options, since Netflix didn't have many scary movies with audio descriptions available, but you agreed on one eventually and started it only once the sun had set.

And you waited. Waited, with Matt's arm wrapped around you, watching the movie and letting yourself get absorbed in it, because you were relying on your own natural adrenal responses to secure you the next false lie through Rule Number Four.

Fortunately, it was actually terrifying, so it didn't take much effort for you to feel a chill genuinely running up your spine.

"A door slowly creaks open," the audio description narrated. "The bathroom mirror suddenly swivels open. Standing in the reflection is a dark figure."

You physically jumped — thank you, jump scare — and seized the opportunity as your heart beat doubtlessly spiked. "Matt, I found some fan fiction that people posted online about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. And I read it. Every last bit."

Matt's confusion was so palpable that you had to bite back a laugh. He reached over for the remote and paused the movie, his head tilted. "This feels against the rules."

"And yet, it's not," you said, rubbing his arm. "So, was that a lie? Or not? I'll give you a solid ten seconds starting now to answer."

"You can't just say something insane at the very moment your heart rate jumps from a movie!"

"Tick, tock."

"I've said it before and I'll say it again — you'd make a good lawyer."

"Aw. Thank you. Five. Four. Three."

"Come on!"

"Two. One."

"Lie," he decided, his jaw tight. "And for your sake, I truly hope it's a lie, because there better not be people writing fan fiction about me—"

"Sadly, it's the truth, Matt. Both that people have written it and that... I've..." You trailed off at the look on Matt's face. "Uh, that I might've possibly glanced over some of it."

"Please tell me there's not much of it."

"Um... well, there's a fair amount. People are fascinated by real life vigilantes, I guess. If you wanted you could always sue them for defamation."

"Sue? Sue as Daredevil? Show up to court wearing the suit?"

"Better yet, hire Nelson and Murdock as your lawyers, and you can switch back and forth during the trial between your lawyer suit and Daredevil suit, playing both roles. It'd be hilarious, like a real-life Mrs. Doubtfire moment."

"You find all this so amusing, don't you?" Matt tipped you back, his hands against the back of the sofa and caging you in. Goosebumps pricked up your arms as you glanced at his forearms; he'd rolled up his sleeves, and you could see the toned muscle in the dim lighting.

"Not at all," you said, your voice a bit higher.

"Lie," he breathed out, and leaned in to kiss you.

The next day passed, with every hour sliding by and bringing you nearer to the end of the bet. Once again you didn't dare press your luck, and chose to instead act naturally. The following morning and midday passed without only one or two halfhearted attempts to lie. ("Matt, did you hear that Captain America is starting up his own jazz band and he's going to be doing a world tour?" "Yeah, I did, right after the news segment announcing Black Panther's new clothing line of lingerie that he's founded.")

The loophole of Rule Number Four, however, was proving to be no longer viable as your winning method. Matt caught on to every truth that was meant to make him accidentally call you out on lying. In desperation you even did fifty jumping jacks to raise your heart rate, to Matt's amusement, but he had somehow latched onto the subtle difference between a heart rate raised by the adrenaline of exertion as opposed to the adrenaline of a lie.

So — you'd have to brainstorm instead.

With only about an hour to go until the bet ended, you set your alarm on your phone to go off just three minutes shy of the actual forty-eight hour mark.

The only challenge now was making sure Matt didn't check his own watch between now and the alarm.

"Time's almost up," he said, with the audacity to smirk at you, catching your arm as you went by him towards the bedroom. "Where are you headed?"

"To get something presentable on for supper," you said, gesturing down at your outfit.

"Karen and Foggy wouldn't mind if you showed up wearing that."

"I love you, Matt, but I look like a clown right now. I wish you could see the color combinations I've got going on. Think blue raspberry slushie dumped on top of black raspberry ice cream."

"Well, if you're changing, then what should I wear?" he said, mockery edging his voice. "That plaid shirt you got me? A white top? Or a sweatshirt? Y'know, since I won't be wearing the Daredevil suit, of course."

"Don't speak too soon. We still have a few minutes left." The bet still had five minutes, in fact; but the alarm would go off on your phone in two minutes. On a sudden whim you wrapped your arms around him, loosely holding your hands together around his neck as though you were about to slow dance together. Matt's hands naturally went to your waist, fingers grazing your hip bones. "If, in the extremely unlikely case that I do lose, you should wear your loose-fitted button-down from your birthday last year."

"Is that too fancy?"

"I don't think so. I'll be wearing a sundress. It's casual enough."

Matt spun you around, backing you into the wall. His eyes were intense, unblinking. "I know you're trying to keep my attention off of you. It's not going to work. I know you too well."

"Maybe you know less about me than you think," you challenged him.

"I doubt it."

"You'd be surprised, Matt. I've got secrets and ways of keeping them."

"Want to play that game, love? Because I can play that game." He tilted up your chin with his left hand. "That mosquito bite on your neck is still itching you, even if you've resisted scratching at it. You've still got the taste of mint in the back of your throat from when you brushed your teeth a few hours ago." His hand left your chin and brushed at your temple. "You got dehydrated this morning and had a headache, but it's gone away now. And your blush is practically a heat lamp right now, getting hotter with every second."

"Point taken," you muttered, but Matt wasn't finished.

"Down here," he continued, his hand now trailing down to your lower arm, "there's a bit of residue from the jam you got on your forearm during breakfast."

"I washed it off!"

"And I can still smell it." Matt lightly let go of you. "I could continue, if you'd like."

And then — your phone buzzed out a loud jingle, jolting both of you simultaneously. You fumbled in your pocket for your phone, shutting off the alarm. "Shit."

"Time's up," Matt said, with far too much pleasure in his voice. "I'm looking forward to spending a day at the office with you. Maybe we go in on the weekend?"

"Saturday I'm free," you said, as casually as you could possibly muster. "On Sunday I'm visiting a friend."

Which was a complete lie.

And Matt...

Didn't notice.

"We'll go in early," he said. "I had to go in this weekend anyway to get work done."

"Mm," you said, counting down the ten seconds in your head. "And I'm assuming you wanted me to help organize the files so that you wouldn't have to go into the office alone this weekend? This was all a ploy to get some company?"

"Of course. What kind of weekend would it be if I didn't get to spend it with my favorite person?"

"Foggy will take offense to that."

"Well, maybe I'll invite him too. And Karen. We can have a whole work-weekend at Nelson and—"

"Yes!" you shouted, so loudly that Matt tensed, as though scanning the room for a threat. "Get your suit on, Matt!" Without waiting for his answer you strode to the closet and pulled out the familiar red suit and mask. "A certain swindled devil now needs to make his appearance at a certain dinner party tonight."

Matt's expression was baffled. "But I won."

"Check your watch."

His fingers immediately felt for his watch, and then his face dropped. "You set the alarm early."

"And then proceeded to successfully lie about visiting a friend on Sunday. Oh, I can't wait to see Karen and Foggy's reaction when you arrive on the fire escape, dressed to the vigilante nines—"

"I can't believe you."

"Me either," you admitted. "I was getting nervous towards the end."

"I can't believe you," Matt repeated. "You're going to pay, sweetheart. That was playing dirty."

"Enjoy your retribution sometime else," you told him, tossing the mask over. He caught it, plucking it from the air without turning his head in the slightest. "We've got a dinner party to go to."

And maybe you'd still go into the office that weekend to help him out, you decided, a bit of guilt still stirring inside you, because he did just want you to be there with him, keeping him company.

After all, having a lie detector for a boyfriend really wasn't so bad.

#daredevil #marvel #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #reader #reader insert #x reader #mcu #matt murdock x fem!reader

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In Suspense (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey lovelies! Because I was indecisive and didn’t know what fic to post first, I let a Tumblr poll decide out of three, and this one was the winner! I admit, it’s a bit self-serving, but good gravy I love this man. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt’s riding a high from a good day in court, and you’ve had a crappy day—your only perk having been being able to work from home. When Matt finally gets to the loft and you catch a glimpse of a particular piece of attire, you just can’t help yourself.

Warnings: Domestic fluff, established relationship, smut (oral—m and f receiving, needy and a bit rough, unprotected p in v sex, praise/Matt bring flirty and cocky, creampie), swearing/dirty talk

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,937

“Hey sweetheart,” you hear Matt call as he enters the loft.

“Matt!” you say surprised, putting your laptop on the table and moving over to meet him halfway. His glasses, briefcase, and cane have all been discarded by the door, and he begins to loosen his tie. “Court let out early?”

“Yep,” he smiles, placing his hands gently on your waist as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “It also helps that it was a Friday afternoon and that I caught the prosecutions’s star witness in a lie during cross, got a confession on the stand, and saved my client from a wrongful imprisonment.”

“Matt, that’s amazing!” you cheer, wrapping him in a big hug. There’s a wonderful, prideful glow about him, feeling a strong sense of pride for what he was able to do for his clients. You mirror his joy, feeling nothing but admiration and amazement for him and how he helps the people who really need it. You press a sweet kiss to his cheek before you lean back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair as you cradle the back of his head. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“I do like the challenge of one-upping myself.”

You give him another kiss before you run your hands down his arms.

“I’m gonna clock out early and I’ll run down the the little market a couple of blocks over and I’ll get what I need to make your favorite for dinner. Tonight, we’re celebrating.”

“I think we can achieve that same level of celebration with some takeout. Now it’s just a matter of deciding the kind of cuisine.”

“Well, now, that’s something for the man of honor to decide.”

“Personally, I don’t think we can ever go wrong with Thai.”

“Then Thai it is,” you beam. “Usual?”

“Usual.”

“Now that you’ve heard about my day, how was yours, sweetheart?”

“Not nearly as eventful as yours,” you sigh. “Long. Stressful. Not things Fridays should be.”

“I’m sorry, angel. But the day is almost done, I’m home, and no one can give feel-better cuddles like me. Actually, Foggy probably could.”

“He is a master snuggle bear. But I have my cuddle devil on call whenever I need him.”

“Damn right, you do,” he confirms with a long, sweet kiss and a quick smack to your butt before you both move toward the kitchen. As you walk, he takes off his suit jacket, and you stop mid-movement when you catch what’s underneath.

“Matty, are you wearing suspenders?” you ask, feeling a blush rush to your cheeks while you watch him roll up his sleeves to his elbows.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t suspenders more of a tuxedo piece of attire for you?”

Matt gives a little shrug and pout of his lips. “I just felt like mixing it up today.”

“Well,” you breathe, closing the space between Matt and you once more. “In the interest in mixing it up, I think we should continue with the theme.” Matt’s eyebrows arch in confusion and anticipation as that beautiful lopsided smirk graces his lips. Hooking your thumbs under the elastic, gently sliding them down the fabric and stopping at the middle of his pecs, barely an inch between your faces. “Dessert before dinner?”

The smile that curls on Matt’s lips and the mischievous glint in his eye speaks louder than words as he pulls you in for a panty-soaking kiss. You moan into his mouth and pull his body impossibly close to yours by the textured fabric of his suspenders.

“This really does something for you, huh?” Matt chuckles against your lips.

“Oh, yeah, Matty,” you hum, running your hands up and over his shoulders. “You have no idea what this does for me.”

Feeling the soft locks of his hair, you cup the back of his head and pull him back into you the short distance for another deep kiss, causing your bodies to fall onto the couch. With the solid flop on the couch making squeaky leather sounds, you both giggle into the kiss as you continue to embrace. As Matt’s hands cradle your face, he chases your lips, planting big, quick, open kisses on you that make your lips tingle. You move to unbutton his crisp white shirt, feeling his soft scarred skin underneath the soft cotton fabric.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you murmur into his mouth before he pulls back and sucks on your neck, marking you up for all to see.

“I guess I should wear suspenders more often,” he nips at your earlobe.

“Then we’d be doing this all the time.”

“I’m not opposed to that, angel—don’t put the idea in my head.”

You smile and giggle as you move in for more kisses, moaning as his hands glide up your body and his tongue explores your mouth.

“Mmm,” you whimper as you grind against him. His grip tightens on your hips, pushing the fabric of your shirt up on your skin. You pull your lips from his and suck marks into his neck, sucking at his earlobe occasionally. “Wanna suck you off. Wanna bounce on your cock, too.”

Matt slides his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts before running his fingers through your hair, holding you incredibly close as he kisses you, letting you sneak down between his legs, freeing him just enough from his pants and boxers where you can give him a few pumps and swallow him whole—the fact that he’s still relatively soft making the entire thing easier. Matt moans in delight as you drag your lips up and down his shaft, tracing the prominent vein in his cock with the tip of your tongue, further using it to your advantage as you lick the underside of the mushroom head before kissing the tip of his cock slowly, your lips wrapping around the hot, pink flesh.

Your time on your knees with Matt down your throat doesn’t last long, as he pulls you up and leans your body backward on the sofa so you’re completely at his mercy. He pulls his lips from yours and presses kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone before pulling your shirt off of your body.

“No bra, sweetheart?” he chuckles as his hands settle on your exposed ribcage, his thumbs brushing just under your breasts.

“No need—perks from working at home,” you smile as you run your hand through his hair.

“Works great for me,” he says with a lick of his lips, dipping his face down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand grabs at the other one. Your back arches as you moan loudly into the apartment, Matt sucking at your nipple and licking at the supple flesh. You feel him roll your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting it nice and pebbled before putting his mouth on it, mimicking the motion with the other nipple.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your tits are so perfect,” he pants as he kisses you right above your racing heart. Taking your breasts in his large hands, he pushes your breasts together, burying his face right into them and moaning into the skin.

“Matty,” you whine. “Fu . . . Ooh. Matty, eat me out. Please, Matty, need your mouth on me.”

Matt kisses your neck again before pulling off, making quick work of your pants. You lean up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before he guides you back down and spreads your legs wide, grazing his hands over your aching core before sliding two fingers into you, pumping them just so.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he coos. “Shit . . . So fucking wet f’me, too.”

Dipping down, he wraps his lips around your clit and you moan, arching your back and tossing your head to the side as he eats you out and stretches you wide.

“Matt!” you cry. “Matty! Fuck . . . Fuck, baby, I need your cock.”

“Thought you wanted my mouth?” he hums into your core.

“Matt, please! ‘M gonna cum. Wanna do it on your cock.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from you and kisses up your body. “Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl. I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give you my cock.”

Completely ridding himself of his suspenders and slacks, the fabric blend joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. He pumps himself in one hand while he uses his other to adjust you on the couch, pinning you in a pocket of the cushions that creates the most comfort for the both of you. Tapping your pussy with his dick a few times, he gathers up the slick dripping from between your legs and slowly pushes all the way in, your moans harmonizing in the apartment as he moves to completely bottom out. His lips move against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you doing your darnedest to chase your desires. As you go back and forth, Matt starts fast, shallow thrusts, hitting everything just right.

“Feel so good like this,” he breathes against your neck. “Perfect, angel. Made for me.”

“Right there!” you squeak as you try to hold onto his back, your nails scratching at his soft, scarred skin. “Right there, Matty! Just like that!”

The leather of the cushions squeak as the feet of the sofa scratch against the old hardwood of the loft with each of Matt’s thrusts. Your moans and cries of pleasure come out of you on their own volition as Matt ruts into you over and over. You hold onto him as you feel your orgasm build, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it when you finally feel your release wash over you. He holds onto you and gives you the support you need as you experience nothing but pleasure, his hips keeping a relatively steady pace as he cums inside of you shortly after you clench around his length, pushing the hot ropes of his release deep inside of you.

“Mm, congrats on your win, counselor,” you hum, completely blissed out as you kiss his forehead, temple, cheek, and finally his lips.

Matt gives you a happy-hazy smile as he kisses the expanse of skin from your shoulders up to your neck.

“Sorry you had a crappy day, angel,” he says with a kiss to your sweet spot.

“It’s been less crappy since you got home.” That’s when it hits you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Oops.”

“What?” Matt chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss into one of the hickies he left on your skin.

“I didn’t clock out—I just had sex and got paid.”

“Like a prostitute?” he offers, only making the pair of you laugh harder.

“Oh my—not funny!”

“Objection—it’s hilarious. Can you imagine?”

“Okay, sustained,” you laugh as you roll into him, resting your head on his muscly arm, the image he put in your head truly too ridiculous to not be funny.

“C’mon. Clock out so when this happens again later—.”

“‘Again later’?”

“Yeah. I’m still in a celebratory mood, and I’ve gotta make sure my girl forgets all about her crappy day.”

You hum in agreement as Matt kisses your forehead once more, adjusting you so you can get cozy on the couch together in his arms. Moving as little as you can from him, you grab your phone and clock out, kissing along the lines of a red angry scratches you left in his skin as he holds you close, making sure you both recharge for round after round tonight.

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shiorimakibawrites · 1 year

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Shiori's Fan Fic Masterlist

This is my general masterlist for my fan fiction, gathered here to make it easier to find what you are looking for.

In addition to current WIP, previews for upcoming stories will also be posted.

Anything marked as smut is not appropriate for minors. Image description is supposed to be the ALT but please let me know if it isn't working.

Likewise, please alert me to any broken links or if you would like to be added to any of character or series taglists.

My work is also posted on A03.

My fan fiction recommendations can be found here.

Last Updated: 7/16/2024

Matt Murdock/Daredevil Masterlist

Frank Castle x Fem! Reader Series

Image Credit:kissmegoodbye.net / Jakub Kapusnak (Unsplash) / Kevin Turcios (Unsplash)

A Vigilante and a Gentlemen {Installment List}

You are an office manager and aspiring novelist. One day when you are walking to work, you past a construction site where the men began to catcall. With the exception of one who stops the others in their tracks. You find yourself intrigued by this rather mysterious man who calls himself Pete Castiglione. It helps that he keeps taking off his shirt in the summer heat. {18+}

Tags: Strangers-to-Lovers Romance, Drama Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, sexual harassment, anxiety disorder, panic attacks, referenced character death, referenced murder of children, PTSD

Port in a Storm {UPCOMING}

One night during a nasty storm, a mysterious stranger comes to your door looking for help. His arrival at your home coincides with the beginning of a deadly conspiracy, a danger from your past that threatens not only your life but the lives of your children. Is this handsome stranger your enemy or your salvation? {18+}

Part One: A Dark and Stormy Night {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers, Murder Mystery, Original Child Characters Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, temporary characters deaths, permanent character deaths, murder, referenced suicide, worries about suicide, threats to children

One Shots

One of Those Days: You have a bad day but Frank makes it all better. (fluff, hurt/comfort)

You Are To Me: You take a bullet for Frank (hurt/comfort)

Michael Kinsella x Fem! Reader Series

Image Credit: kissmegoodbye.net / Qui Ngyuen (Unsplash) / Mayur Gala (Unsplash)

Rhapsody {UPCOMING}

You have always had a weakness for bad boys. Which why you were surprised to find yourself charmed by a man named Michael Kinsella, who is as sweet as he is handsome. But there is more to Michael than meets the eye. {18+}

Part One: Blank Space {coming soon}

Tags: Strangers-to-Lovers, Small Town Life, Drama, Mystery Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, organized crime, referenced character death, epilepsy, seizures, referenced drug use, referenced drug trafficking

A Brand New Ending {UPCOMING}

On a visit to Dublin, you run into your ex-boyfriend Michael Kinsella in a pub. You get to talking to each other. You kiss him. And the next morning, you wake up in his bed, naked and pleasantly sore. You would have loved to stay but a family emergency calls you away. A couple months later, you discover that you are pregnant. You always wanted to be a mother but to your disappointment, it seems like Michael isn’t so eager to become a father again . . . {18+}

Part One: Your Old Flame {coming soon}

Tags: Second Chances, High School Sweethearts, Family Drama, Mystery, Small Town Life Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, fears of miscarriage, flashbacks to traumatic events (sexual assault, miscarriage, stillbirth, teen pregnancy, domestic violence), referenced drug use, drug trafficking, organized crime, murder, seizures, epilepsy, referenced character deaths

One Shots

Warm: Michael keeps you warm. In more ways than one. Written for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge (smut)

Mo Ghrá: You're on your period and you miss Mikey (hurt/comfort, fluff)

Sharing an Umbrella: You and Mikey are sharing a walk with your dogs. Written for 300 Follower Celebration (super fluffy).

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader Series

Legacy {UPCOMING}

Your father Matt Murdock disappeared along with half the universe. He never wanted you fighting but you cannot stand by while all of his hard work is destroyed. Hell’s Kitchen needs its Devil. As you patrol the nighttime streets, you meet another young hero who is struggling to uphold the legacy of his own mentors. {16+}

Part One: In the Beginning {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn, Strangers-to-Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Superhero Adventures, Secret Identity Hijinks Warnings: Canon-typical violence, temporary character deaths, permanent character deaths, grief, mourning, bullying, ableism, eventual making out

Adrift {UPCOMING}

Things have been hard since you came back to life. You were gone for five years. And in that time, everything changed. All of your old friends moved on. Your parents had another kid. School is full of strangers. Even over a year later, your life still doesn’t feel like yours anymore. Then you meet two other lonely souls struggling with the same feelings that you are – your coworker Peter Parker and the vigilante Spider-Man. {16+}

Part One: Alone in the Crowd {coming soon}

Tags: Slow-Burn, Strangers-to-Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Secret Identity Hijinks, High School Drama Warnings: Canon-typical violence, referenced temporary character deaths, referenced permanent character deaths, alienation, depression, guilty, self-doubt, suicidal thoughts, worries about self-harm, suicide concerns, eventual making out

OTHER

Daredevil

Conservations with the Damned - Foggy Nelson stands in front of Matt’s grave. And has the talk he should have had . . . before (Angst, hurt no comfort, tw for perceived character death and mentions of suicide)

Events

Flightless Angel Wing's Kinkotober 2023 - Personal Masterlist

Tuna-Tober Prompt Challenge 2024 - Masterlist

Other Collections

Headcanon Collection

Castlevania (2017 - 2021)

Silence of the Mind (angst, hurt no comfort): All Trevor Belmont wanted was the silence of the mind.

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Happy New Year! On our 6th episode of Jam Mechanics, we go down memory lane (way, WAY down memory lane). Get your new Calendars pinned up and mark "Jam Mechanics" for every other Monday. Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we challenge each other to write a song demo from scratch every episode.

If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!

Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠

and follow us on Instagram, YouTube, etc! Please share the show (and our music) with friends! lyrics for both songs below

BUG'S SONG Matt's Challenge: Your First Memory Title: Memories Lyrics: There were roses in the garden My toys were on the lawn My brother rode a bicycle Watched closely by my mom

I toddled off the patio I often wandered off And quickly get corralled by My sweetheart of a dog

These are the details These are the memories These are the moments always cut from documentaries These are the details These are the memories That never stick

I was just a baby in the backyard Learning one thing at a time The shapes and colors turning Into object ‘fore my eyes

It was an early autumn evening The first I could recall I crunch the leaves beneath my feet My dad records it all

These are the details These are the memories These are the moments always cut from documentaries These are the details These are the memories That never stick

They called me in for dinner but Before I headed in They handed me a cup of kibble Filled up to the brim

I toddled to the doghouse Thats when God, she hit record My first memory is getting all my shit rocked by a bird

Can’t choose the details Can’t choose the memories Can’t choose the scars they leave so sudden, unexpectedly Can’t choose the details Can’t choose the memories I wish we weren’t so primed to focus on upsetting things Can’t choose the details Can’t choose the memories That seem to nest inside your head The awful details That form these memories But if I could instead I’d choose the details The little memories And make ‘em stick

MATT'S SONG Bug's Challenge: "Calendar" Title: The Year of Confusion Lyrics: Uh sorry, Matt's notepad crashed and we didn't want to type them up again.

#jammechanics #the narcissist cookbook #bug hunter #podcast #music podcast #Youtube

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Coming up on a year since NCIS: Los Angeles’ swan song, Daniela Ruah pulls double duty this Monday, April 15, during CBS‘ NCIS line-up.

First up, Ruah reprises her role as Special Agent Kensi Deeks (via an MTAC video conference) during the NCIS franchise’s milestone 1,000th episode, which airs at 9/8c as an episode of NCIS. Then at 10 pm that night, you have the NCIS: Hawai’i episode “The Next Thousand,” which Ruah directed. (Ruah previously directed a half-dozen NCIS: LA episodes, as well as the recent NCIS episode about a kidnapped fiancé.)

TVLine hopped on the phone with Ruah to ask our No. 1 burning question about her NCIS “1,000” cameo, and then talk up her helming of the NCIS: Hawai’i episode about a U.S. Army SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) training exercise on the Big Island that turns extremely deadly.

TVLINE | First of all, because Kensi dials into MTAC from her car during the NCIS franchise’s 1,000th episode, I need to know: Did you film your scene while you were in a drop-off line? [Laughs] No, I actually filmed that while I was directing in Hawaii. They were like, “Can we fit this into your schedule?” and we were like, “Well, we can’t make it look like I’m in Hawaii.” So, we had to go back and look at pictures of what Kensi’s car looked like to try and get something as similar as possible, to look like Kensi is in her car. I couldn’t even remember, to be honest with you, what brand she drove — I was so immersed in the Hawaii episode – but listen, I wouldn’t have it any other way. To be invited to be a part of the 1,000th episode was such an honor. It’s too big of a deal.

TVLINE | Turning to NCIS: Hawai’i, the episode they gave you to direct is crazy intense. Once you saw what it was going to be, were you charged up? First of all, the fact that all three showrunners wrote it, Jan [Nash], Matt [Bosack] and Chris [Silber], that right there tells you that there’s probably going to be, you know, a little more craziness, or it’ll be more out-of-the-box. I don’t know why, but I always perceive that when a showrunner writes something, they get extra creative.

TVLINE | I think about the specific challenges that this episode must have presented you as director, and not only is almost all of it outdoors, but it’s in the jungle. Did you have to learn anything new in that respect? Yeah — wear long pants and long sleeves, and bring mosquito spray. [Laughs] No, every time I direct something, even if it was still on [NCIS: LA], you’re always learning new things. Here I’m working with a new crew, with a new director of photography, so everybody’s going to teach you new things. Even stunts — when Tennant gets [spoiler], they said, “Here are things that we could do…,” which then allowed me to get creative with the way it was shot.

TVLINE | My next question was actually going to ask, where was that area of volcanic rock? Because it made for some stunning shots. That’s a place called the Lānaʻi Lookout — and there’s water right behind those rocks. I mean, we were literally on the ocean, so we had to adjust the camera angles to hide the water. Like, you shoot one inch to the left or to the right, and all of a sudden you’re exposing the fact that you’re actually not in this barren, isolated area. That’s the strategy and the magic and the figuring out that I have to do as a director.

TVLINE | The episode opens closes with some nice scenes between Tennant and Kate (played by Tori Anderson), which is a character dynamic the fans enjoy. What were you looking to capture there? First of all, [Vanessa and Tori] are both absolute sweethearts, and they have such amazing chemistry in real life, so it’s not a hard thing to do scenes with them. But yeah, you get this contrast of a character, Tennant, who is experienced and can improvise and who has kind of “seen it all,” versus a newer agent who’s really eager to do well, but she’s super by-the-book.

TVLINE | The Sam/Kate scenes are also interesting because — and this didn’t dawn on me until Kate mentioned it herself — they hadn’t really interacted yet. Exactly. Yeah, I love that conversation that Kate and Sam have at the desk when she’s just kind of struggling to figure things out, and he tells a little story of his own past and his own experience….

TVLINE | Sam specifically shares with Kate some advice he once got from an agent “much wiser” than him. I tried Googling the line he says, but came up empty. Was it from any NCIS: LA episode? Maybe it was Hetty…? I know that there is one Easter egg [in the episode] from Gibbs, and so maybe the other one was Hetty. Maybe. I’m not sure!

#Daniela Ruah #hetty lange #sam hanna #kensi blye #ncis la #ncis #ncis hawaii

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infuschia · 1 year

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Matt Murdock/Reader - Black and Midnight Blue: “Brick by Brick” - New Chapter Excerpt! :)

HELLO HELLO here i have an excerpt from my Matt/Reader fic on A03 called Black and Midnight Blue!! This is an unreleased chapter coming out on Sunday:) The FULL chapter is a tad spicy however this excerpt just hints at some spicy things. anyway hope u like xox

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41053290/chapters/102893784

Black and Midnight Blue - Matt Murdock/Reader - on A03!

Chapter 36: *Brick by Brick

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Matt laughed, his head leaning chidingly toward yours. He paused, though, eyes going a shade more narrow. “Matty?”

You blushed, grinning right back.

“Hey, I figured if Stick of all people gets to call you that, so do I.”

He shook his head. “I’m not complaining.”

“Good,” you purred, whispering your lips along the scruff of his jaw. “Because I think it suits you.”

“Does it?”

“Mhm,” you kept on, drifting your lips up closer to Matt’s ear. The muscles at this side of his neck flickered just slightly as your heated breath drifted over his skin. “I think it especially suits you when you act as needy as you did just a minute ago.”

One other thing you’d noticed about Matt Murdock: he was never averse to a tease. In fact, it seemed as though it was a welcome challenge, a source of titillating entertainment for his sharp mind and sharper senses.

Not surprising, law career and all.

From where your head was positioned, you jaw Matt’s jaw tense out, his cheeks stretch back in an open, grinning breath of a laugh. You twisted your own smiling lips together. At his chest, your fingertips traced up over drying sweat, trailing a line up to his neck - where you swirled the tip of your index finger over his skin. You opened your already-parted lips to speak, but Matt’s voice cut through the silence first, more sultry and warm than you were expecting.

“And when you act as needy as you did just a minute ago?” He purred, tipping his head so that those plush lips would offer their sound right into your ear. “What should I call you then?”

A laugh escaped you. “Call me whatever you want.”

“No, no,” Matt chided, his hand at your hip tapping you lightly. “I want to know what you like to be called.”

A shiver wound its way up through your body. Matt didn’t let up, not even when he absolutely heard the rate of your pulse move slowly into speeding territory.

“I know you like your name, and I know you like ‘sweetheart,’” he hummed into you, stubble grazing your cheek, “but I just want to make sure I’m not missing anything.”

Your tongue darted out over your lips. Even the sound of his voice was enough. Didn’t matter what name he used it for, not with you. Especially not when he was so very close, and so very warm.

“I do think I remember, though,” Matt kept on in the same rasping, sultry tone, “that you don’t seem to mind praise.”

At that statement, your breath hitched. That night, the night where the stitches you required were just numerous and deep enough for Matt’s help to be an absolute necessity - that was the night where his words of affirmation had drawn up sensations within you that drove further than the prick of a suture. And, of course, this was evidently something he’d remembered. You didn’t need to see Matt’s mouth to know how wide his smirk was.

“Maybe I’ll just make sure to remind you how good you feel, smell, sound - or just how good you’re doing for me. How’s that?”

Your cheeks dimpled and blushed, no matter how hard you tried to fight the expression.

“I…” you started, faltering as Matt pressed his fingers deeper at your waist, drew his lips so close to your ear that your skin tingled in their presence.

“Like you said,” he declared, low and gritty and wanting. “I know you well enough by now.”

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HAHAH WOOP RELEASING SUNDAY

#matt murdock #matt murdock/reader #reader insert #fanfic #black and midnight blue #spicy #flirting #???idk what else to say like have a great day?

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doctorgeekery · 8 months

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20 Questions For Writers

Thanks for the tag @sinvulkt!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 7 works.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

60,129. Wow, a lot more than I thought, especially since I am terrible about posting things I write.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Looking at my official statistics, apparently I have written the most for Marvel (4). Most of those are marvel crossovers with some sort.

However, Marvel is definitely NOT what I have written for the most. Back in middle school and high school, I wrote a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction and posted it on harrypotterfanfiction.com back when that still existed. I wrote two novel-length stories in addition to one-shots. If I were to add those to my AO3 stats, things would be very different.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. It's Nice Being an Avenger (2,331 kudos)

2. The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts (1,070 kudos)

3. Just Call Me Lucifer, Love (778 Kudos)

4. Avenging with the Nine-Nine (475 Kudos)

5. Melting the Ice (78 Kudos)

The number one fic is a crossover of Netflix's Daredevil and the MCU Avengers. It wasn't too popular for about two years after I wrote it, but then after Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock/Daredevil appeared in Spider-Man: No Way Home, the popularity skyrocketed. I got at least ten kudos every day for about two months after that movie.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I do not get them terribly often so I try to remember to reply to all of them. Some of them I might forget to reply to and wait until a few months later, though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to usually post-humorous fic to AO3, so of what I have posted, the angstiest fic is probably "Harklin", which is set in the Star Wars High Republic. I usually end on a positive note. The darkest fic I've written - one I wrote in high school in which the main character committed suicide - had a somewhat uplifting last few sentences as the main character only committed suicide so she could be with the ghost she fell in love with.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings. "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" is probably one of the happiest, though - I had a few commenters gushing about the happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Nope! I am glad. Sometimes people will point out minor corrections/mistakes, but that's not hate. And I'm glad they do it, because then I go back and fix it.

9. Do you write smut?

No. I read it sometimes, but I have no desire to write it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, I have a few crossovers posted - most notably the Marvel/Lucifer TV crossover and the Marvel/Brooklyn-99 crossover. It is interesting, since I rarely read crossovers, but I love to write them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? Never checked, but nobody has told me that it has been, soooooo.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Just hit this milestone a few years ago! Someone asked me if they could translate "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" into Chinese, I said yes, and it is now posted as a translation of my fic. HUGE honor - the day it was posted I was grinning so much.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes, I co-wrote a one-shot once back when I was writing on harrypotterfanfiction.com. I literally just looked it up on wayback machine because I don't remember it well (looks like I published it in 2014), but it was for a challenge/competition thing with another randomly assigned author. We got along quite well and had a lot of fun!

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

When reading fanfiction, I tend to not read a lot of romance, and I don't write a lot of romance, either. I don't have a "this is 100% my favorite ship" that I am sure about, but the first one that popped into my brain when reading that question is Supercorp.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"Avenging with the 99" - essentially, the cast of Brooklyn 99 teams up with some Avengers for their annual Halloween Heist. There's so much pranking and a lot of fun, but a) after a certain point, I struggled with where to take it and b) I know at one point I planned who was going to win... but it's been so long that I have forgotten.

In middle and high school, I planned out an entire seven book series for Albus Potter, Harry Potter's son. I completed the first two books (something I will always be proud of) and started writing the third while I was still editing the second book, but then I quit. I had outlines of plans for all seven of the books, which I know I still have somewhere. At this point, it has been so many years and I have fallen out with the Harry Potter fandom completely, so I know I will never go back to it.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I love to write dialogue, as it comes so naturally to me. Easiest part of writing, by far.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

One, I hardly ever write. Most things I write I don't complete. But when it comes to writing itself, I am AWFUL at description. I can't describe locations, people, etc. If you see a fic of mine with a lot of description, know that it took me a painfully long time. Often when writing a first draft of something, I will say [insert description of place here later] because trying to describe things ruins my flow.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have never done it, but I don't see why not. I think it depends how much - a few short phrases here or there would be awesome, but I don't think all of the dialogue should be in a different language than the rest of the fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Honestly, "The Dark Knight and Gotham’s Prince: Our Sweethearts" is one of my favorites to go back and re-read. I still laugh when I re-read it.

I will always be proud of the first fic I ever wrote, simply because it was novel-length (75K words) and I did an excellent job for a 13-15 year old. I would never want to re-read it now, though - I will probably cringe at it.

As for tagging... uh, I think @sinvulkt already tagged most people from our Star Wars discord, so I shall change fandoms and tag @starsandstormyseas. I will also tag @chaosgoblinhours because I love their Gutterworks series.

#long post #ask game #writing

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kats-alcove · 2 years

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After-School Activities: Chapter 7

|ch. 1|ch. 2|ch. 3| ch. 4| ch. 5| ch. 6|ch. 7| ch. 8|

Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of food, fluff, mild sexy teasing

Summary: You’re a relatively innocent University student, so why are you interested in the school’s BDSM club?

A/N: Fun author fact- I used to want to own a restaurant, and I love baking! So I really like writing scenes with fancy restaurants/food descriptions

Read it here on AO3!

Semi-formal was a dumb dress code, you had decided.

You were standing in front of your open closet, clothes scattered around your room. For the better part of the last two hours, you had been trying to put together an outfit that fit with Aizawa’s request for “semi-formal wear, nothing too fancy.” You had made a joke about a ballgown being overkill, which had earned you a chuckle.

Not that you had a ballgown to wear even if you wanted to. And you had a couple things that would definitely not be appropriate: mostly clothes Mina had cajoled you into buying for girls’ nights. But that left the rest of your closet available and you were no closer to picking an outfit! Did semi-formal mean you could wear pants, or was a skirt required? Should it be knee length? Longer? Shorter? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to pick the wrong thing and embarrass Aizawa at whatever restaurant he took you to.

You could feel yourself starting to spiral in a panic. This was bad; you were nowhere near ready and you had to leave in less than an hour to be to Aizawa’s apartment on time! Part of you wanted to text Aizawa and have him help you pick, but wouldn't he just see that as pathetic? On the other hand, he might enjoy picking the clothes he would be taking off of you later that evening. Before you could second-guess yourself, you grabbed your phone and texted him.

You : Hey, Aizawa?

Aizawa : Yes?

You : I’m not really sure what to wear. Any chance you’d like to help me pick?

Aizawa : I’d love to, honey. Put together 4 outfits on your bed and send me a picture of them?

You hurried to follow his instructions, scrambling around your dorm to select a variety of clothing. Within 5 minutes, you had four different outfits picked out, photographed, and sent. It took Aizawa a moment to reply, but when he did, it was just three words.

Aizawa : The second one.

Scrolling up, you saw exactly which outfit he was referring to: a tea length dress with short puffed sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The bodice of the dress was matte black, but the skirt was scattered with light pink cherry blossoms. You had gotten it to wear to a family member’s wedding a few years back, and it fit so perfectly you had kept it in the hopes of getting to wear it again.

It seems tonight was your lucky night in more ways than one.

With that big choice out of the way, choosing your accessories and makeup was a simple task. The real challenge this evening was escaping from the dorm without being accosted by your friends. You thought you were doing a good job, having made it all the way to the common room when a voice from the couches stopped you.

“Oooh, look at Y/N!” Mina squealed excitedly. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

“Just out,” you said, hoping the banal response would be enough to deter further conversation

It wasn't. At Mina’s exclamation, the other girls had turned to you. No sooner did Ochako catch a glimpse of you in your dress than she was squealing and rushing over to get a better look.

“You look so pretty! Do you have a date?”

“Is it the mystery boy?” Jiro called from where she was nestled against Momo.

“Maybe?” You weren't sure why, but you felt the need to be coy.

“It’s definitely the mystery boy,” Mina said. “Look at how she’s fidgeting!”

You flattened your hands against your skirt. “Ok, yeah. It’s the mystery boy.”

“Where is he taking you?” Momo asked.

“Not sure, but he said to dress fancy.” You glanced at the clock. “I need to go or I’ll be late.”

The girls chorused their goodbyes as you left. Before the door could fully close, you yelled behind you, “And don't wait up for me!”

The bus was running on time, thank goodness, although you weren't looking forward to walking all the way to Aizawa’s apartment in heels. Luckily, you didn't have to. Less than a minute after the bus pulled away, a sleek car pulled up to the bus stop.

For a second you tensed, prepared to run if this turned out to be some sort of creep. Then the passenger side window rolled down to reveal Aizawa. He leaned across the armrest to open the door for you.

“Hi,” you smiled, slipping into the seat. “You didn't have to come and get me.”

Aizawa simply shrugged as he pulled back onto the road. “It was no problem; the restaurant is in this direction. You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you! You don't look too bad yourself.”

More than that, Aizawa looked as handsome as you'd ever seen him. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and burgundy tie. The suit had to be tailored, because it clung to the lines of his arms and torso perfectly. You shifted a bit as your mind flashed to what he looked like under his clothes. Noticing your movement, Aizawa brought his hand to rest against your thigh.

That didn't exactly help with the thoughts you were having. In fact, the heat you could feel radiating from his palm only made things worse. As though he could read your mind, Aizawa gave your leg a gentle squeeze.

“Patience, honey.”

You pouted. “I am being patient.”

“Really?” Aizawa’s voice was teasing as his thumb drew circles over the material of your skirt. “So all that shifting is because you’re cold?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you agreed. A feeling of embarrassment rose within you and you forced yourself to still.

Aizawa quirked an eyebrow and removed his hand from your thigh. You nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. In an attempt to cover your lapse, you turned your gaze forward to look out through the windshield. You watched as the upcoming traffic light flipped to yellow, then red. Aizawa eased the car to a stop.

A finger hooked under your chin, turning your head to face your companion. You opened your mouth to ask what he needed, but before you could speak, his lips crashed into your own. It didn't even take you a second to melt into the kiss, hand coming up to tangle in Aizawa’s hair. He nipped at your lower lip in response and you moaned.

The light turned green and a second later a honk from the car behind you startled you apart. You flushed and turned to look out the window. Aizawa pulled through the intersection, mouth curved into a slight smirk. His hand returned to your upper thigh, and you let it stay there all the rest of the way to the restaurant.

When Aizawa pulled up to the gilded marble facade of the restaurant, he motioned for you to stay put while he exited the car. You saw him toss the keys to a uniformed valet before he came around and opened your door. He extended a hand to you, which you gratefully accepted. It wasn't so much that you needed the physical stability, but the glitz and glamour of the building and people in front of you had you feeling a little overwhelmed.

Aizawa noticed; of course he did. However, he didn't say anything about it. Instead he simply tucked your hand into the crook of his elbow and gave you a reassuring smile. The two of you stepped into the foyer of the restaurant, where a dark wooden staircase led up to the dining room proper. To the right of the stairs was a small bar where patrons could sit while waiting for their table.

You took a step towards the hostess stand at the foot of the stairs, but Aizawa tugged you back. He led you over to the bar and exchanged a few quiet words with the bartender instead. The man smiled politely, placed a small sign on the bar, and gestured for the two of you to follow him. He led you up the stairs and, to your surprise, back to the kitchen. You gave him a questioning look, but Aizawa just patted your hand.

The kitchen was loud, causing you to draw further into Aizawa’s side as you were led through a maze of stoves, ovens, and workstations. You were surprised to see that there was a small table set in a corner, out of the way of the hardworking chefs. Aizawa helped you into your chair before turning to greet a man who came bustling over. He wore a white chef’s jacket and apron, as well as a traditional toque hat.

Aizawa sat across from you. “Y/N, this is Chef Tetsuya Shimada. He’s the owner and executive chef of this restaurant.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you bowed your head respectfully.

“No, the pleasure is all mine!” Chef Shimada bowed deeply to you before giving you a conspiratorial wink. “You’re the first girl Aizawa’s ever brought here, so I’ll make sure everything is perfect for you.”

And with that, the portly chef turned away. You heard him barking orders at his underlings, who scrambled to obey. You couldn't help but notice that despite his apparent brusqueness, all the chefs in the kitchen were smiling. The sommelier poured you each a glass of wine, and then you and Aizawa were left alone.

“So, you know the owner?” you asked, though the answer was pretty obvious. “How did that happen?”

Aizawa nodded. “Yeah. We met years ago, just after I graduated from UA. He was working as a line cook in a 24-hour diner back then. I used to stop there for coffee sometimes, a sandwich if I had the time. One night, I got there just in time to see some wannabe robber with a finger gun quirk holding the place up.”

“That rascal had taken me hostage,” Chef Shimada chimed in cheerfully. He was holding a dish in each hand. “He was using me to get the waitress to empty out the safe. But Eraserhead made sure nobody got hurt, and I promised him that when I got my own restaurant, there would always be a table reserved just for him.”

He set the plates down on the table. “Now, here we have a light ceviche with fresh salmon, dill creme fraiche, and fresh cress.”

What followed was the most incredible meal of your life. Chef Shimada presented each dish himself, explaining the ingredients and preparation methods in detail. It was clear that the man was both skilled at and passionate about his craft. Each course was also served with a beverage, whether it be a wine, a juice, or simply a glass of sparkling water.

And during the courses, you and Aizawa talked more than you ever had before. The two of you swapped stories from your jobs, villians defeated and lives saved. You talked about your childhood, and he in turn regaled you with stories about his friends. You noticed, however, that his tales only seemed to discuss things that happened after high school. For a moment, you thought about asking him what his school days were like, but you decided that you weren't going to press the issue if he didn't want to talk about it.

“They want to meet you, by the way,” Aizawa said suddenly.

“Wait, what?” You looked up from the current course, an expertly cooked wagyu steak. “Who wants to meet me?”

“Hizashi and Nemuri, although you would probably know them better as Present Mic and Midnight?”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the hero names. “They… want to meet me? Why?”

“Well, they are my best friends, and they're kink educators like me. Nemuri actually suggested I bring you to a munch one of these days. It would be good for you to have other connections in the community.” Aizawa must have seen a flash of hesitation on your face, because he quickly added, “You don't have to do anything though, not unless you're ready.”

“No, I’d like to meet more people in the community! I'm just a little worried that they wouldn't like me . Plus meeting new people can be so overwhelming…”

Aizawa smiled softly and took your hand in his own. “Trust me, Y/N, they would love you. As for being overwhelmed, perhaps you could start with just Zashi and Nem. I could arrange a little get-together at my house, just the four of us.”

“That might be fun,” you admitted. “Let me think about it?”

“Of course, honey. Take all the time you need.”

At that moment, Chef Shimada came back. “All right, I have your final course, lady and gent. My special dark chocolate cake with a light pomegranite mousse.”

He set down a single plate with a single delicious-looking square of rich cake. Then he winked, at you or Aizawa you weren't sure, and hustled away once more before you could thank him. You stared after him for a moment, then shrugged and turned back to your dining companion. To your surprise, Aizawa was holding a forkfull of cake and looking at you intently.

“Open,” he commanded softly, and you obeyed, mouth falling open as you allowed him to feed you the bite of dessert.

The rich taste of chocolate coated your tongue, counterbalanced by the light tartness of pomegranite. You couldn't hold back a small moan of delight as you swallowed. But then your lips curved into a frown when you noticed that Aizawa hadn't taken a bite himself. Quickly, you mirrored his action, taking a forkfull of dessert and holding it out to him. Aizawa wrapped his lips around the tines and hummed happily.

“Delicious,” he stated. “Would you like another bite?”

“Yes, please.”

And so the two of you finished your meal, feeding each other bites of cake until there was only one remaining. You tried to give it to Aizawa, but he wouldn't let you. He simply plucked the fork out of your hand and pressed it to your pouting lips. You pursed them shut, but Aizawa quirked a brow at you and you relented, allowing him to feed you the last bite.

Then Aizawa stood and helped you up. As soon as you were standing, he pulled you into a deep kiss. His tongue swept over yours, and you could taste the cake again, this time mixed with the bitter-sweet flavor of Aizawa himself. You whimpered slightly, a sudden heat growing in your center.

“Even more delicious,” he groaned against your lips. “You taste like heaven.”

“Daddy,” you gasped, then flushed, realizing that you had just called him that in a room full of people.

Luckily, your slip was covered by the noises of the kitchen, so none of the chefs seemed to notice. But Aizawa certainly did. He pulled back to look down at you.

“Are you ready to go home, kitty-cat?”

You tugged gently at the collar of his dress shirt. “ Yes. ”

“Then let’s go.”

Without another word, Aizawa led you back through the kitchen and down the stairs. You stepped outside, the sudden coolness of the night air against your warm skin making you shiver. Aizawa stripped off his jacket, helping you into it while the valet fetched the car. It pulled up to the curb and he opened your door for you before getting in the drivers side.

As soon as he pulled away from the restaurant, Aizawa’s hand was on your thigh, pinky inching dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs. With the hand he left on the wheel, Aizawa turned the car towards his apartment. You took a breath, excitement and arousal filling you. This was it.

It was finally happening.

#shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #Kat's Writing

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commander-vas-normandy · 3 years

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getting stupid drunk with matt and its just dumb fluffy nonsense like getting excited over take out and trying to kiss but you just like knock teeth together and laugh

This was so much fun to write actually so bless you for this prompt. Short and sweet! Enjoy!!

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Rain pattered across the large windows of Matt’s apartment, mixing with the quiet background music you had put on while cooking dinner. It made for a nice white noise behind your laughter as Matt told you stories from his days at college with Foggy. The plans for the night had initially been to go out for dinner, have a proper date since it had been a while with your hectic work schedules, but between the sudden pouring rain and end of week exhaustion you had both opted to stay in. You loved those nights most of all though. There were no expectations, no too tight clothes, no reigning yourself in to be polite to others - it was just you and Matt.

You laid with your head in Matt’s lap, talking animatedly after one too many glasses of wine. He didn’t mind the way you gestured wildly mostly for yourself. It was endearing the way your whole body could get involved in a story when you were really into it. He had zoned out of your own college stories a while ago, mostly listening to your heartbeat as it picked up with your excitement and paired with the occasional laugh. The wine in his own system had mellowed him out in contrast to your ever growing excitement. Even with your chatter he had slowly started to doze, lulled into a relaxed security by your presence until suddenly you shot up from his lap with a gasp. He jolted in response, listening for signs of trouble before you reached for his hand.

“Matty! This is my favorite song, please you have to dance with me!” He eased at the sound of your childlike excitement as you tried to tug him to stand up and laughed. He let you pull him to a more open area of the living room, catching you as you nearly tripped over yourself in excitement.

“You’re sure you’re up for a dance, sweetheart?” He questioned and you simply beamed up at him, reaching to put his hand on your hip. You tried to set a rhythm, but it only turned into Matt laughing as you went into a giggle fit at yourself.

“Listen! I know what I’m doing, Murdock! I am as graceful as they come, thank you very much.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and take the moment seriously, but the second Matt raised a questioning brow at you it was over. You doubled over in laughter, falling into Matt who kept you on your feet in his tight grasp. “Okay, okay, okay, maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, but when has that ever stopped me before?”

“It hasn’t and I think that might be the problem,” he teased and you gasped in mock offense, standing up straighter in his arms.

“Here I am trying to be romantic and have a sweet moment with my dearest husband whomst I have hardly seen all week and you are just going to insult me like this? Wow. You think you know a guy.” You poked your lip out in a dramatic pout, bringing his hand up to your face to make sure he was fully aware of said pout. “I think this requires drastic measures. No kisses for the rest of the night.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He played along and you grinned.

“Oh I think I would,” you challenged, attempting to step away from him to prove your point but he wasn’t having it. You yelped as he only pulled you in tighter and grinned triumphantly. You knew for a fact that there was no breaking free from his grip if he didn’t want you to, especially when you were a giggly mess in the first place, but it didn’t stop you from at least attempting to. Trying your best to wriggle away as he tried to steal a kiss only resulted in accidentally headbutting each other.

“I think we might need to call it a night…” you whispered, suddenly very solemn at the pain even though he could still pick out the faintest of playfulness still tucked away in your tone. He kissed your forehead with a quiet chuckle.

“I think you might be right.”

“Take me away, Murdock,” you sighed dramatically and he swiftly plucked you from your feet to carry you to the bedroom where you passed out immediately, leaving him to clean up after your night in. He didn’t mind though. He would clean up a thousand messes as long as it meant getting to keep making these little memories with you.

#taliesin answers #taliesin writes #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #fluff #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic

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buckyhoney · 3 years

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Frank fs is a switch likes as much as he adores taking control and watching you quivering as he makes you cum countless times he also like you taking control. But even when you are he can’t help but degrade you while you doing because it turns you on. He adores when you challenge him and try to take control of the situation but secretly knows you’ll cave after a while and give him the control back!

“Attagirl ride my cock take it it’s all yours, fuck you like that pretty girl you like it when I talk to you like this” you remained silent your lip enclosed between your teeth as you watched him. He lay there with a lazy smirk on his face his fingers teasing your clit as you rode him.

“Mhm use those words sweetheart or m’gonna have to show what happens to naughty girls”. “Feels so good so good Frank you fuck me so well” you moaned out. Frank hummed in approval his finger rubbing your clit faster. Your breathing became increasingly laboured as franks thrusts increased your nails found his tracing patterns across his abdomen as your orgasm washed over you. “Mhm fuck that’s it cum on my cock attagirl milk it” he encouraged watching as you melted on top of him.

Whereas Matt is 100% a Dom it literally drives him crazy knowing you could fully submit to him. He craves control and you give him that the more you submit the more it spurs him on to dominate you. Like Frank he’s definitely a brat tamer but in my opinion is much more harder to cave when you want something compared to Frank!

“Look at you laying there whining for my cock. I’ve not even touched your and your dripping.” He taunted slowly trailing the cold leather over your most sensitive parts. “Beg for my cock, tell me how much you want me to fuck your pretty pussy” you cried out as the riding crop came down on your clit sending a sweet sting through you. “I want your cock in my pussy Matt I want you to fuck me, fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow. Matt scoffed before bringing the riding the crop against you again. “You’re gonna to have to better than that sweetheart.”

i am what you call a whore and made me wanna act up so bad

i used to not think of frank as a switch but the more i rewatch daredevil/punisher i realized he really is, but he is never a sub (if that makes sense)

join the sleepover!

#i dont usually repsond to long asks #but this was way too good not too #buckyhoney's galentines day sleepover <3 #frank castle smut #matt murdock smut

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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there’s this thot that has consumed me this week and it’s about reader never ever orgasmed, not even by herself, and matt taking it as a challenge as the devil he is. bonus points if it’s a getting-together thing.

Omg yes pls

16+

“I’ll take real good care of you, sweetheart,” Matt hums. He slips a finger into your heat. You let out a gasp, the nerve endings in your pussy lighting on fire.

“Feels okay?” He asks. You nod quickly. “More than okay.”

“Good.” His lips curl up in a coy smile. He dives his head down, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You let out a content sigh as his tongue flicks your nipple. Need grows in your stomach and both of you can feel it.

Matt slips another finger in, causing you to whimper at the slight stretch.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he says, slowly retracting his finger.

You shake your head. “No, keep going. It’s just been a while.”

“Ah, it has, hasn’t it? Been a while since a man has touched you like this?” He hums, slipping his finger into you again.

You let out a shaky breath. “Y-Yeah.”

“And you don’t touch yourself either?”

You shake your head in reply.

He cant help but grin. “And no one has ever been able to make you cum, isn’t that right?”

“N-No.”

“Let me be the first then.”

He pumps his fingers inside of you, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. His thumb rubs your clit while his mouth harshly sucks on your tits, his teeth biting your nipples and sucking on them. You’re soon a moaning mess, bucking your hips into his wrist. Your hands tug at his hair violently, your head lolling back as your belly tightens. Matt feels your walls flutter around him and your moans start to become broken. You suddenly feel overwhelmed and exhausted, your muscles tensing and your hips twitching before you completely relax.

Matt draws out your orgasm, capturing your lips in a wet and passionate kiss. You’re needy but tired, struggling to kiss him back as you pull him close to you. He stops all his movements. You watch with wide eyes as he licks your arousal off your fingers.

“Taste okay?” You ask.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea,” he grins.

You let out a breathy laugh. He lays beside you, putting his hand on your waist. He kisses your cheek and you curl into him.

“Did that feel good?” He asks. “So good. It was amazing,” you confirm.

“Good. I’m glad. Are you thirsty? Do you want anything to eat?”

“I am a little thirsty,” you nod. “Alright. Let me get you some water. And I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up,” he says.

“Alright,” you say. “Hey, Matt?” You call out before he leaves his room.

“Yes, honey?” He turns to you.

“Thank you,” you say. He smiles, “my pleasure.”

“Maybe we can do this again?” You suggest.

His smile becomes wider. “How about after I take you out to dinner?”

You giggle, “sounds like a plan.”

#matt concepts #matt murdock x reader smut #sara.nsfw

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dvredevil-s-initivls · 3 years

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imagine ask!

so, this is my first ask and im excited!

uhh btw english isn’t my first language, so if someone sees a mustake or a weird word just know, you didn’t :)

warnings :NSFW(?), a little steamy at the end, idiotic matt murdock, gender neutral reader

ask by @gpiggy98

matt murdock. yes, him.

he was... there wasnt a word to describe him. but right now? foolish. because he was sitting on your couch, in glass cuts and probably a bruised rib.

“How do you always manage to get yourself hurt, Matt?” you asked, sorrow sewed into your words. “I’m sorry, [your name]. I- I have no explanation this time” he looked tired. and sad.

You went up to him, taking a better look at his half-naked body. You took off his shirt a while ago and it was currently swinging from one of the chairs in you kitchen. Your eyes slipped from his face, to his neck, his chest and lower abdomen. You felt our heartbeat speed up and cheeks heat up. You had the weird feeling Matt sensed it too, by the way his lips twitched into a half-face grin.

“What are you smiling at, dunce face?” you cocked your eyebrow

“nothing, nothing. So, you gonna help me clean up or... i should call Claire.” You knew he was challenging you, wanting him for yourself, even bruised and cut, all for you.

You had a giant crush on Matthew since you met him, almost dropping Karen’s lunch you brought in the office when you saw him pouring a coffee for himself. You and Karen were supposed to have a nice lunch together, to catch up, now that you were in New York, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You continued asking Karen questions about him until she introduced you to him, your eyes not leaving his features even for a second.

Matthew knew you felt something for him, by the way your heart skipped a beat whenever you would stare at his smiling lips, trying to be as polite as possible, inviting you to have a drink with them after work at Josie’s which led to... sadly, nothing. But the next day you showed up at the office’s door, and the only thing he could think about, night and day was your intoxicating smell, your memorized heartbeat, you you you.

“No!” you squeaked, one idea a bit too aggressive “You’ll stay here. You shouldn’t... worry her at this time” mumbling under your nose, you went to get the first aid kid and bandages.

“So.. how was your day?” asked Matt, trying to sound casual, sexual tension in the air

“It was mediocre. Why are you asking me such a normal question after midnight, sitting on my couch in glass cuts. And why am i answering?” you came back to the couch, sitting between his legs to treat his wounds.

You feel your cheeks heat up, by the position you guys are in, his head thrown back, your hands on his thighs. You can almost hear the smirk in his voice “You alright there, sweetheart?”. Yes, you guys did flirt as a joke, but you didn’t expect it to go that far. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname. Was he making fun of you? Did he know that you liked him? He was probably-

Your invasive thoughts were cut off by a hand cupping you face, Matthew was smiling sheepishly at you “What?” your voice cracked “Getting shy now, huh sweetheart?” the Murdock man teased. Your heartbeat sped up, he heard it.

“No. Are you,..darling?” It was his turn to turn beet red, although all you did was contra-attack.

You dipped a piece of cloth in the bottle with rubbing alcohol, while Matthew took a sip from the whiskey you gave him.

As you started cleaning him off of the dirt and blood on his lower stomach you were suprised by how high his pain tolerance was.

“You okay, Matt? I mean that seems like it hurts alot” you asked. He only huffed in response, city lights falling on his injured face.

You decided to tease him when you put the last bandage on his upper cheek, giving it a light kiss “All better now, huh?” You looked him in the eyes and took him in. Took in the way his eyes never left your face, even though he couldn’t see it, the way his lips twitched, slightly parted, tongue making a flash appearance to lick his lips. You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of what his tongue could do. “Did you just... kiss the bandage.” he asked in disbelief.

“Maybe.” you answered. His face got closer to yours, if that was even possible, and for a brief moment, you though ‘what am i doing? this is my friend’s boss and i’m over here about to kiss him??’ but then the thoughts of his lips on yours took over.

Your lips grazed over his, a slight sensation, but even then, you wanted more.

He wanted more. He had been craving this kiss, this feeling since he met you. Your lips on his, body next to him, only him. No one else deserved you.

And then he dove in, kissing you with passion you only dreamed about.

You deepened the motion, your tongue grazing over his lower lip. He sighed in the kiss, hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer getting a little saucy there .

He tugged at his shirt, you pulling yours off, falling in each other’s embrace. You had waited for a very long time for this night and you were gonna enjoy every part of it.

bonus :

Opening up your eyes, you squirmed to the bed table to look at your phone. 8:40 am. Shit, you were late for work. Feeling the bed dip next to you, you turned around, seeing a very tired Matt Murdock, messy hair , boxers and all. Wow, so it wasn’t just a dream. You were about to pass out, when he hugged you. “Morning, sweetheart.” he grumbled. Oh my his morning voice was hot.

“Listen, I gotta tell you something... I don’t know how to say this but..” his body stiffened. Birds were chirping outside, sun was out, morning traffic loud as usual. Nothing could change your mood, you though. But Matthew thought the opposite.

“um.. I’m Daredevil.”

The birds suddenly stopped chirping, traffic getting quieter.

He though that whole Hell’s kitchen heard you screaming.

“... WHAT”

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