#matt murdock sweet and spicy special

[lilacliquors]

pairing: matt murdock x reader

sweet or spicy: spicy

word count: 540

prompt: [OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

notes: here's day eight! hard to believe we've only got a few more left! and for everyone asking, there will be a part two to the bi-han one! it'll be written up after the special is over <3

and side note, the way i ended this one kiiiiiindaaaaa leaves it open for a part two as well, so, you know ;)

if there was one thing you and matt knew how to do, it was celebrate another case won. and it always ended the same way: with you on your back in his office. the perks of having a lawyer for a lover included his own private spot for the two of you. and it was private only because foggy knew what was coming, and he wanted no part of it whatsoever. those were some thin walls, and he was never making the mistake of staying back late ever again.

the door was slammed shut, and matt had his hands on your hips, guiding you the way he always did. he made sure to commit the quickest route to his desk to memory, which just made it better for you both all around. when he had both hands on you, his couldn’t keep his cane steady, so in the beginning you had to essentially be his eyes. but now, it was second nature, and it made you giddy. the backs of your legs hit the desk, and he hoisted you up on top of it with a grin. you laughed and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer so your arms could wrap around his neck.

“don’t you just love witnessing justice in motion?” he asked, leaning in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, but the kisses were soft, full of passion, like you were the center of his world. 

“that’s not the only thing i love witnessing in motion,” you replied with a laugh, and he let out a groan, though his smile was still bright.

“that was bad,” he said, kissing under your ear.

“yeah, okay, it was. but you’re not denying it. that makes me the real winner here,” you said. he laughed, and his hands fell to your waist, pulling you as flush against him as he could. 

“is it really about winning? because if so … i think everything about this moment makes me the winner. i’ve got the most gorgeous person in the world in my arms, and they’ve chosen to love me no matter what,” he whispered.

“sap,” you murmured, and without another word, he pressed his lips to yours.

the kiss was deep, passionate, it conveyed everything words couldn’t. his fingers pressed into you, holding you in place as he claimed your mouth with his. if there was one thing matt murdock knew how to do best, it was drive you wild with just a kiss alone. something about him had you yearning for more, and he was always happy to deliver. 

your hands found the collar of his shirt as your eyes shut in bliss, and you just needed something to cling onto. you moaned quietly as he pulled away, his lips again trailing down your neck as his hands massaged your hips, and with your legs still around his hips, you kicked off your shoes, hearing them hit the ground with a satisfying thunk. you felt him grin against your neck, and then suddenly, his hands released your hips and gripped your legs instead, and then your back hit the desk, gently, of course.

“there we go, now the real fun can begin,” he whispered.

[chvoswxtch]

Holy shit! 5k?! That’s insane Court! So happy for you 🩷

Can I request a lovely romcom of our little red devil in a relationship with a healthcare professional? Throw in a directors cut for fun if you want 😉

Literally up to my eyes in nursing school rn and I need me some Matt to calm the chaos a little

my sweet baby fernie, you can have whatever you want

i'm sure you're kicking ass in nursing school BUT your darling matthew would like you to come home and take a break so pls step into his apartment below 🖤

as a reminder, director's cut means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

headcannon below the cut

say anything starring matt murdock

matt thought he never slowed down until he met you. sure he spent his days in a court room & his nights on the streets trying to help people, but you spent your days and nights in a hospital helping people in a different way. you also spent some of those nights treating him more like a patient than a boyfriend when he pushed himself too hard

he couldn't remember the last time the two of you had spent a night alone together, no pages from the hospital, and no criminal activity happening three blocks away

the two of you had both been working too much lately, and matt knew you wouldn't feel like going out, but he still wanted to do something special for you. he was starting to get worried about you pushing yourself too much, which was hypocritical coming from him, but he wanted to protect you in any way he could, even if that meant protecting you from your own brain for a bit

he'd formed a plan, and the second you walked through the door of his apartment, it was in action. before you even had a chance to speak, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, making whatever words you were gonna say evaporate on your tongue

instantly, you melted into him, and he gladly supported the weight of your body as he kicked the door shut and locked it. this was a good start. he slipped your bag off your shoulder without you even realizing, and began to slowly walk you backwards towards his bedroom

matt knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew which spots were sensitive, and what would turn you into putty in his hands, which is what he wanted. he trailed his gentle kisses along your jaw and murmured in your ear

"ran a bath."

a soft hum left your lips as you instinctively tilted your head to the side, relaxing into the comfort of his warm body and strong arms, letting his familiar scent envelop you

"sounds nice."

the water was nice and hot when matt helped lower you into it slowly, instantly soothing your aching muscles. he'd turned the lights off in the bathroom. he didn't need them, and all he wanted you to do was close your eyes and relax

his firm chest was warm against your back as he sat behind you, his legs on either side of yours. he took his time lathering your body with your body wash, applying a little pressure to massage your neck and shoulders, his callused hands cleansing every inch of you

his blunt nails lightly scratched your scalp, making you relax further against him, while he washed your hair for you gently. he paid attention to your heart rate and your breathing, noting that you were almost on the verge of falling asleep right there. but he wasn't done with you

a soft sharp intake of breath sounded from you when his hands slowly slid up your stomach towards your breasts, cupping them gently, and just briefly brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples, making them harden instantly

he did it again, and your hands faintly gripped his firm thighs, your back arching slightly. he pressed his lips against your neck in a soft kiss, whispering in a husky voice

"shh, just relax for me, sweetheart."

matt continued to gently toy with your nipples while trailing open mouthed kisses down your neck, enjoying the way you weakly squirmed in his lap, the scent of your arousal seeping between your thighs taking precedence over everything else

his hands slowly traveled down towards your thighs, gently squeezing and massaging before wrapping one arm around you and holding you against his chest while his other hand slipped between your thighs

he took his time, slowly tracing his middle finger around your clit, not to tease you, but to draw out every ounce of pleasure. he continued to kiss along your neck and your jawline, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear

he nuzzled his nose against your shoulder when he slipped one of his fingers inside you, pumping it slowly, curling it upwards to rub against that special spot within you while his thumb lazily strummed over your clit

his own desire was growing and pressing against your lower back, but he was more focused on you right now. you needed this, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you. he ignored the sting of your nails digging into his thighs, and reveled in your breathy moans and pleas of his name

"I know angel, I know. you're doing so well for me. you can let go, sweetheart. let it all go, i've got you."

matt pressed his head against yours, his warm breath caressing your ear as he just slightly sped up his pace to make you shatter in his arms, rendering you completely boneless after a much needed release

he held you like that for awhile, still peppering kisses along your skin and whispering sweet things into your ear, until the water began to get cold and he sensed the prickling of your flesh. he could also hear the delivery person ascending the steps to his floor with the takeout he ordered for tonight

"food's here, sweetheart. let's get you dry and fed."

a breathless huff of laughter left your lips, and you melted into him like you always did

"have I ever told you that I love you?"

matt's lips spread into the most goofy grin. he knew, you'd said it plenty of times before. and he could feel it, in every part of your body. he could hear it in your voice, and in your steady heart beat. he could feel it in your touch. he could taste it on your lips and even smell the chemical reaction in your body. but he never got tired of it

"I love you too, angel."

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 13: Matt

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Starts out sweet 🍭 but then gets SPICY🌶️, rough sex, p in v sex, tiniest bit of possessiveness from Matt (but like, in a sexy way, not a controlling way)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this chapter (especially the first half) and I hope you all like it too! 🥰

Matt awoke early the next morning to the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.

He could tell by the sound of the carefully quiet footsteps in the kitchen that Ms. Y/L/N was up and about, so he pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's forehead then carefully extracted himself from her embrace before returning to his bedroom to get ready for the day. 

Once he was dressed, he listened to make sure Y/N was still peacefully slumbering before making his way into the dining room. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Matt," Ms. Y/L/N replied from the kitchen. "Would you like some coffee?"

Matt nodded. "Yes, please."

"Have a seat and I'll bring it to you. Cream or sugar?"

"No, thanks."

He sat as Ms. Y/L/N poured a cup of coffee. "How did you enjoy the beach yesterday?" she asked.

"It was nice." Matt smiled. "We managed to find a pretty private spot to relax and eat, and afterwards Y/N read aloud to me for a while before we took a walk along the shore, then on the way back here she took me to this seafood restaurant where we had coconut martinis and something called 'conch'."

Ms. Y/L/N let out a light laugh. "Ah, so Y/N did take you to the Fish House. I figured she would. Was Hugh your waiter?"

Matt nodded with a grin. "Actually, yes, Y/N specifically requested him. He said to tell you hello, by the way."

Ms. Y/L/N sighed wistfully. "Such a lovely man, always takes such good care of us when we go. So how'd you like the conch fritters?" 

Matt chuckled. "I wasn't too sure about trying them at first, but Y/N assured me that I'd like it, and it really was actually very good. I definitely wouldn't mind going back to Islamorada with Y/N again when it's not quite as busy."

"Spring and fall are good times to go, especially if you don't plan on actually getting in the water." Ms. Y/L/N set Matt's coffee down and took a seat adjacent to him. "Here you go, dear."

"Thank you." Matt picked his cup up and took a sip. "And thank you for your hospitality this weekend. I've enjoyed my visit."

"You're more than welcome. It's truly been a delight getting to know you, especially after hearing so much about you from Y/N over the years." Ms. Y/L/N took a deep breath. "And speaking of that, Matthew, I've been wanting to apologize to you for my involvement in separating you and Y/N back when you were teenagers. I had apparently been… shall we say… misinformed by Sister Bernadette about you and the nature of your relationship with Y/N at the time and did what I thought was best based on the information I had been given, and for that I am truly very sorry."

Matt shook his head. "I'm sure you hadn't been completely misinformed, at least not about me, anyway, although I'm sure what you'd been told had probably been at least somewhat exaggerated. As for my relationship with Y/N, though, I promise you that it really was strictly platonic at the time, despite what Sister Bernadette may have assumed was going on between us."

He huffed out a laugh. "Make no mistake, I was completely head-over-heels in love with Y/N even way back then, but I thought that I didn't deserve someone as amazing and special as she is, so I kept my feelings hidden."

"She is quite special, isn't she?" Matt could hear the fond smile in Ms. Y/L/N's voice. "But from what I gather, Matthew, so are you . You've definitely helped shape Y/N into who she is as a person, and for that I must thank you."

Matt smiled softly and nodded. "She's definitely helped shape me into who I am as well."

He paused. "Did she ever tell you what my nickname for her was when we were growing up?"

Ms. Y/L/N hummed in thought. "No, I don't believe she did."

"It was 'Angel'. When I first arrived at St. Agnes I was so nervous and so scared, but then Y/N came up to me and offered to be my friend, no questions asked. She was so kind and so gentle that I thought for sure that she must have been my guardian angel sent from Heaven to watch over me." Matt chuckled. "Honestly, sometimes I still think she is. Since the moment I met her Y/N has been the kindest and most beautiful, selfless, caring, patient, loving, and nurturing person I know, and I thank God every single day for returning her to me. When she left it felt like a piece of my soul had left as well, and the day I got her back I became whole again."

Ms. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. "I suppose I don't need to ask what your intentions are with her then."

Matt shook his head with a small smile. He had originally planned to just clear the air with Ms. Y/L/N this trip and broach the subject of marriage at a later date, but given the way the conversation was heading he figured he might as well just go ahead and lay all his cards on the table now. "I would think they'd probably be quite obvious, but just in case they're not..." 

He paused and took a deep breath. "I know Y/N and I just recently reconnected and haven't been dating all that long, but I have loved her since I was 9 years old and known that I wanted to spend my life with her for almost as long, which is why I want to ask you for your blessing to marry her."

Ms. Y/L/N was silent for a moment. "Did you know that Y/N was engaged once before?"

Matt nodded, his heart thrumming nervously in his chest. "Yes, ma'am. She told me."

"Alex was a nice young man, but I could always tell that Y/N was never truly in love with him." Ms. Y/L/N sighed. "I really hate to admit it because I know it sounds awful, but I was relieved when she broke off the engagement. The last thing I wanted was for her to marry someone to whom her heart didn't belong."

She reached over and gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "Y/N's heart has always been yours , Matt, and from seeing the two of you together this weekend I can tell that she's always had your heart as well. So, I happily and wholeheartedly give you my blessing."

Matt sighed in relief, unable to help the huge smile that spread across his face. "Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N."

Ms. Y/L/N patted Matt on the arm. "Oh and by the way, you can call me Aunt Ruth, you know. After all, you should've been my nephew-in-law years ago."

Matt chuckled, then gave a slight nod. "Okay then. Thank you, Aunt Ruth."

Aunt Ruth took a sip of her coffee. "Now, I assume you'll be proposing soon, correct? I wouldn't imagine that you would want to lose any more time with Y/N than you already have."

Matt nodded, relieved that she had given him her blessing so readily. "Yes ma'am, probably in the next couple of months. I just need to find the perfect ring first."

"Well if I can help in any way, let me know."

"Okay, I will."

Aunt Ruth stood. "More coffee?"

Matt shook his head. "I'm good for now. Maybe in a minute."

Aunt Ruth walked over to the kitchen area. "Breakfast, then. I'm sure Y/N will be up soon."

As if on cue, Matt heard Y/N's door open.

He turned towards the doorway with a grin as Y/N walked into the dining room. "Morning, angel."

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss. "Mmm. Good morning, yourself."

She walked over to Aunt Ruth, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Morning, Aunt Ruth."

"Good morning, dear," Aunt Ruth replied. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I slept great." 

Matt couldn't help but smirk to himself as he took a sip of his coffee. While he admittedly felt a little guilty about sneaking into Y/N's room the previous night for a late-night romp, neither one of them would have gotten any sleep otherwise. (And as a bonus, he had wound up getting to fulfill several fantasies he had always had involving Y/N.)

Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting down next to Matt. "So what have you two been up to this morning?"

"Just talking about your trip to Islamorada yesterday and discussing breakfast options." Aunt Ruth moved towards the refrigerator. "What would you like?"

Y/N hummed thoughtfully. "Scrambled eggs?"

"Sure thing. Matt?"

"That's fine, thank you."

"Okay, coming right up."

"You know, Matt's a wonderful chef," Y/N said as Aunt Ruth grabbed the carton of eggs. "Everything he makes is amazing."

"Oh really?" Aunt Ruth replied. "Now why am I not surprised?"

Matt smiled. "You'll have to let me cook for you the next time you're in New York… Or maybe the next time Y/N and I come here for a visit."

Aunt Ruth gave a hum of affirmation. "That would be wonderful, Matt, thank you. And actually, that reminds me, we should probably start discussing plans for the holidays this year. Since there's a chance you two would be back here at the end of the year for Father DeMaria's retirement celebration anyway, I was thinking that I could come up to New York for Thanksgiving and you two come here for Christmas?" 

"Makes sense to me," Y/N said. "Will that work for you, sweetheart?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that should work just fine."

"Okay, then it's settled." Aunt Ruth poured the eggs into her electric skillet. "Y/N, maybe we can do some shopping while I'm in New York."

Y/N took a sip of her coffee. "Sure, that would be fun." 

Matt took Y/N's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thanksgiving at your place or mine?"

"Mmm…" Y/N thought for a moment. "Well, your kitchen is bigger… so probably yours, if you don't mind?"

Matt shook his head. "Of course not, angel. Not at all."

He smiled to himself as he thought about spending future holidays together in New York, Y/N nervously checking on dinner every five minutes until Matt gently reminded her that if she kept opening the oven whatever she was cooking would never be done, then whisking her off to their bedroom to distract her while they waited.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Matt could feel Aunt Ruth watching them with a smile as she cooked their eggs. "So what time is your flight again?" she asked.

"11:30," Y/N replied, finishing her coffee and getting up, presumably to fix herself another cup. "Which reminds me, I need to finish packing."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, me too, actually."

Aunt Ruth hummed in confirmation as she plated their eggs. "Okay, just let me know when you're ready to head to the airport."

"Okay, we will."

Y/N and Aunt Ruth walked back over to the table, Y/N setting Matt's plate in front of him. "Here you go, sweetheart."

Matt gave her another kiss. "Thanks, angel."

They quickly ate, then Matt and Y/N went to go finish packing.

Matt had just finished folding his garment bag into his suitcase when Y/N appeared in his doorway. "All set?" she asked, stepping inside the room.

Matt nodded as he zipped his suitcase closed. "Yeah, I think so. Hopefully I haven't forgotten anything important. I'd hate to have to wait almost 3 months to get it back."

"Want me to double-check?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, if you don't mind."

He waited as Y/N gave his room a quick once-over. "Nope, I think you have everything."

Matt wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you for checking."

"No problem, sweetheart." Y/N gave him a kiss. "Here, let's strip your bed so we can help Aunt Ruth get a head start on washing our sheets and pillowcases and stuff."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

They quickly stripped the bed and brought the covers to the laundry room, where Y/N put them to wash along with her own.

Y/N checked the time as they walked back into the kitchen, where Aunt Ruth was loading her dishwasher. "I think we should probably go ahead and head to the airport now since lots of people will be traveling today and traffic might be heavy."

"Okay," Aunt Ruth replied. "Give me one second to grab my purse and we'll head out."

Matt and Y/N gathered their belongings and loaded them into Aunt Ruth's trunk while she grabbed her purse.

The drive was filled with pleasant conversation about their upcoming holiday plans, with Matt promising to introduce Aunt Ruth to Foggy and Karen when she came to visit for Thanksgiving.

"By the way, it's been wonderful being here," he said as they neared the airport. "Thank you again for everything this weekend, Aunt Ruth. I really appreciate it."

Matt could feel Y/N looking at him curiously. "Yeah, Aunt Ruth, " she said, the slight emphasis on Aunt Ruth only detectable to Matt's ears. "Thanks."

"Oh, you're both more than welcome," Aunt Ruth replied as she pulled into the Departures' drop-off lane. "It's been an absolute delight having you here, and I'm looking forward to having you both back over Christmas."

She parked and popped the trunk, then they all got out to unload Matt and Y/N's suitcases.

Y/N gave Aunt Ruth a hug. "Bye, Aunt Ruth."

"Bye, Y/N." Aunt Ruth turned and gave Matt a hug as well. "Bye, Matt. Love you both. Have a safe flight home, and Y/N, text me when you land."

"We love you too, and I will," Y/N replied, taking Matt's free hand in hers. "See you at Thanksgiving."

They waited until Aunt Ruth had driven off, then headed inside the airport.

"I'm glad to hear she's Aunt Ruth now," Y/N said with curiosity on top of genuine happiness in her voice after they got their luggage checked in and headed towards the security screening area.

Matt chuckled. "Uh, yeah, she and I actually didn't just talk about our trip to Islamorada this morning… She apologized for misjudging me and for her part in our forced separation and said that since I obviously planned to stick around for a while that I might as well call her 'Aunt Ruth'."

He smiled to himself. Of course, that hadn't been the whole conversation, but… well, he would tell Y/N the rest when the time came.

Y/N huffed out a laugh as they took their shoes off and emptied their pockets then headed through the metal detectors. "For 'a while', huh? And just how long is 'a while'?"

As long as we both shall live. Matt shrugged with a grin as he slipped his shoes back on and put his wallet and phone back in his pocket. "As long as you'll have me."

Y/N linked her fingers through his as they headed towards their gate. "Oh, so 'forever' then?"

Matt chuckled, his heart full of happiness. "Yeah, sounds good to me."

Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. "Good."

They made their way to their boarding gate and sat.

Matt could hear the gentle shift of fabric as Y/N crossed her legs, the memory of being buried between her thighs the previous night creeping into his mind and flooding his thoughts.

He could feel Y/N studying him. "You okay?" she asked. "You suddenly look a little flushed."

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket and popped in an earbud, then typed out a message to Y/N. I can't stop thinking about how much I enjoyed last night, angel. Keep thinking about the way your body spoke to me. 

A few seconds later, his phone chimed in reply. I enjoyed it too, Matty. It's how I had always imagined our first time to be.

Matt let out a soft groan. Me too, angel, except I missed hearing that heavenly voice of yours letting me know how good I was making you feel. God, how I love to hear you, Y/N, love the way my name sounds on your lips when you come for me, be it on my mouth and fingers or on my cock. Can't wait to get you home so I can fuck those pretty moans out of you that I didn't get to hear last night. 

He smirked as Y/N sucked in a breath. Ohh, you can't wait either, can you angel? Can't wait to have my cock buried deep inside your needy little cunt, drawing out those beautiful sounds only I've ever been able to pull out of you? 

Y/N shifted in her seat, the sweet perfume of her arousal filling Matt's nose. You do realize we have a 3-hour flight ahead of us, right?

Matt grinned, feeling Y/N's eyes on him. Yes, but once I get you back to my apartment I'm going to have that beautiful voice of yours screaming out my name. 

The scent of Y/N's arousal grew stronger. Is that a threat, Murdock?

Matt shook his head. Oh no, my beautiful, sweet angel. That's a promise.

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They had barely gotten themselves and their suitcases inside and shut the door of Matt's apartment 4 hours later when Y/N whirled around on Matt, pressing her lips to his as she pushed him against the wall.

Matt grinned against her lips as he took his glasses off and tossed them onto his end table. "Someone's impatient." 

Y/N tugged Matt's shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head. "Well I wouldn't be if you wouldn't have worked me up the whole fucking flight home, Matthew."

Matt groaned as she ran her hands across his chest and down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. "Can't help that I love to touch you, angel."

Y/N unbuckled his belt and pulled it loose before tossing it away. "Yeah, well, get to touching then."

Matt chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

He spun them around, quickly placing a hand behind Y/N's head so she wouldn't bump it against the wall.

Y/N gasped in a breath, her already-rapid pulse quickening even more.

Ah, so that's how she wants it. Matt had originally planned on taking his time with Y/N and teasing her into an incoherent mess before taking her apart, but Y/N's brief attempt at taking charge put Matt in the mood to give her exactly what she wanted.

(Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease her a bit first, though.)

He nosed her neck. "God, you smell amazing, angel. Been driving me crazy, wanted to drag you off to go fuck you in the bathroom on the plane. Guess I'll just have to fuck you right here instead."

He unbuttoned her shorts and slid his hand inside, cupping her mound over her underwear and groaning at the damp patch he felt. "Jesus, angel, you're practically dripping for me."

Y/N let out a moan. "Yes, Matty, all for you, baby. Need you in me."

Matt smirked as he pulled his hand out of Y/N's shorts then tugged her shorts and underwear down. 

He slid two fingers into her. "Mmm, is this what you want, sweet girl? Or do you want my cock deep inside you, filling you up with my cum?"

Y/N gasped. "Want your cock, Matthew, please."

The combination of his given name and the outright plea coming from Y/N's lips broke the final strand of Matt's resolve. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste Y/N's nectar.

He groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, you taste so good, Y/N. Gonna get my mouth on you properly later."

He pulled her shirt up and off of her then pulled her bra down, kissing and nipping his way down to her breasts as Y/N frantically unbuttoned Matt's pants and shoved them down, freeing his hard cock.

Matt slipped his hands around her thighs. "Hold on."

He picked her up and pressed her against the wall, Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck for support.

Matt lined himself up with her core, using her wetness to coat himself before barely pressing inside and holding himself there.

Y/N whimpered. "Matt, stop teasing."

Matt growled deep in his chest. "Mmm, so needy, angel. Come on, pretty girl, beg for me."

He could feel Y/N's channel tighten right above where he was nestled in her.  "Please Matthew," she pleaded. "Need you to fuck me, want to feel you stretching me out with your co -- ohmyfuckingGodyes ."

Matt buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, biting his lip as he resisted the urge to come on the spot like a prepubescent teenager. "Gonna stuff you full, my sweet angel, make you forget everything but my name and how good my cock feels inside you."

Y/N moaned. "God, yes. Fucking wreck me, Matthew."

Matt slid out, leaving just his tip inside Y/N before plunging back into her, setting a quick, rough pace. "Shit, such a perfect little cunt. And it's mine, isn't it, Y/N?"

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes, yes, yours, Matt, fuck, I'm all yours, every part of me. I've always been yours."

Matt groaned. "I'm yours too, angel, God , I love you so much. You're it for me, Y/N, always have been."

"Love you, Matty, want to spend forever with you, want to --" Y/N cut herself off with a gasp. 

Matt could feel the edges of his orgasm quickly approaching. "Shit, fuck , I'm -- I'm not gonna last, angel."

"Me either, Matty. I'm so close, need you to come inside me, please."

Matt tightened his hold on her and began to thrust even harder, his cock reaching that perfect spot inside Y/N that he knew would have her coming around him in less than a minute.

Y/N cried out in pleasure, digging her nails into Matt's shoulders. "God, yes -- right there, Matt, feels so fucking good, don't stop, sweetheart, please."

Matt adjusted his hold and began to circle her clit with his thumb. "Want you to come with me, angel, want to feel that sweet little cunt of yours milking my cock, taking all of my cum deep inside you."

He could feel Y/N's walls begin to tighten around his cock. "That's it, angel, let go for me. I'm right there too, beautiful, gonna fill you up, give you what you need."

Y/N hissed in a breath. "Yes, oh my God, Matt, please, yes, yes, yes, yes, Matt --" 

Matt slammed into Y/N one last time, emptying himself deep inside her as she came around him.

Y/N shivered and buried her face in Matt's neck. "God, I love you," she panted.

"Mmm, I love you too," Matt murmured, carefully pulling out of her. 

He gingerly set her down, making sure she wasn't going to fall before letting her go. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Y/N gave him a kiss. "No, I'm okay."

"Okay, good." Matt grinned. "That was pretty unexpected, but fun."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah."

Matt pulled his boxers and pants back up. "So, how about we get your laundry going, then shower and eat?"

Y/N hummed happily. "Mmhmm. Oh, and we need to make a grocery list for you." 

"Okay." Matt found his shirt and held it out to her. "Want to wear this until we shower? I can give you something clean to wear afterwards since your clothes won't be done for a while."

Y/N took it from him. "Yeah, thanks, sweetheart."

She gave him another kiss. "Oh, and just for future reference, the next time you decide to tease me like that on an airplane I'm dragging you off to go join the mile-high club."

Matt grinned, already planning to rile her up on their flight to Florida for Christmas. "Deal."

[laurens-lil-fics]

Hallucinate - Matt Murdock x Powered! Reader Part 3

Series Summary: When members of a criminal organization start flooding precincts all over New York, turning themselves in, Daredevil must investigate to see what new player has them running for the hills.

Chapter Summary: Daredevil struggles to keep his new partner in check. Meanwhile, Matt attempts to play it cool during a lunch date.

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, cursing, and cuteness lol

Author’s note: I’m having way too much fun with these Star Wars references

“I saw a couple of my old... pals show up the other night...” Mr. Mackie murmured, sipping at the cup of coffee Matt had finagled to get him.

“I told an old buddy of mine to keep an eye out for anything suspicious out there... you did a good thing telling me about it, Mr. Mackie.” Matt said, giving his client a small smile. He was much less anxious now that he knew Matt wasn’t a threat.

“Jim... call me Jim...”

“Okay, Jim,” Matt nodded, “is there anything else you can tell me? The more information you give us the more we can help protect you from...” Matt motioned his hands vaguely “whatever it is that’s going on.”

Mr. Mackie slowly nodded, sighing softly before setting down the styrofoam cup. “You know what they did down there?” he asked, his eyes low.

Matt bit his lip slightly, leaning back into his chair. “My buddy told me...”

Matt could hear him sniffle, his nerves beginning to bite at him again. “I never helped with any of that... I was a driver...”

Matt tried his best to hide his discomfort. Driver or not, he was still complicit in what was going on. Of course, Matt couldn’t tell him that and risk losing his only informant. 

“If you want to right any wrong that you've done,” Matt began, feeling Mr. Mackie slowly look up at him, “You need to tell me more...”

“City Morgue.”

Matt’s jaw tightened at that, gripping the flip phone.

“God, I’m just kidding.” (Y/n) huffed.

“I got a lead.” Matt said, turning on his Daredevil voice.

“Well well well,” he could practically see her coy smile just from her tone, “and here I was thinking you just wanted a pretty girl’s phone number.”

Matt bit his lip, lifting his head and listening for anyone nearby that set off any red flags for him. He lowered his head again, continuing on his way to the office. “Do you want the info? Or would you rather keep scouting that dock, hoping your guy shows up?”

“Sure sounds like a dumb plan when you say it with that attitude, lemme have it.”

There were two locations Mr. Mackie had given Matt, warehouses on opposite ends of Hell’s kitchen. Once the drivers would pick up their ‘cargo,’ the vans would split up and go to the separate buildings. 

“I have no idea which one your guy would be at, but our best bet is to scope out those buildings.” 

“It’s a date. We meet at the docks at 11. Don’t be late.” Before Matt could respond, (Y/n) hung up, earning an exasperated sigh from him.

He got to the office and relayed the information to Foggy and Karen, hoping to retreat into his office before either of them started to interrogate him about the case.

“Matt are you sure you can trust her?” Karen asked, just as he was about to close his office door. “I mean, sure she’s not killing people now, but you don’t know what could set her off. What could make her turn on you...”

Matt turned back to her, keeping his hand on the doorknob and leaning against the door frame. “My safest bet is to earn her trust, work with her and try to keep that from happening...”

“And the bar?” Foggy spoke up, his tone unusually serious.

“If I can keep tabs on (Y/n) (L/n) the person and (Y/n) (L/n) the Sith Lord, it’ll be easier to make sure she doesn’t do something dangerous.” Matt explained. 

He could tell his friends were hesitant, he didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that.

“I know you guys are worried... but this is the best way to make sure no one gets killed while she’s on her war path-”

The sound of his phone ringing cut him off. Not his burner phone, but his personal phone. 

Call from: (Y/n). Call from: (Y/n). Call from-

Matt quickly retreated into his office, slamming the door shut before Foggy and Karen could lunge for it and try to eavesdrop on the conversation. 

“Hello?” he answered, turning his back to the door.

“Matt?” there was that voice again, as sweet as it was Friday at the bar.

“Yeah, this is Matt.”

“It’s (Y/n)... from Josie’s...”

Matt chuckled softly at her nervousness, making his way towards his desk. “Thank God, thought it was the (Y/n) I owed money... I don’t owe you money, do I? I was pretty tipsy that night.”

(Y/n) laughed on the other end, causing a genuine smile to break out on Matt’s features.

“No, no you don’t owe me money... but I was wondering if you had any plans for lunch?”

Matt, who had been in the process of sitting back into his chair, fell to the floor with a THUD that felt like it might have alerted the people downstairs.

“Are you okay?! What was that?”

“N-nothing, nothing! Just thought I knew where my chair was!” He laughed nervously, quickly getting up and sitting in his chair. “I don’t have any plans... where did you wanna meet?”

“Somewhere close to you, you’re probably busy so I don’t wanna keep you long...” she trailed off.

“There’s a good deli nearby... is that good?” he asked, tapping his fingers against the arm of his chair. Why the Hell was he so nervous? Maybe it was because he thought he’d be the one calling her to make sure she was on her best behavior, not her calling for a lunch date.

Matt gave her the address and a time he was free, breathing a sigh of relief once he hung up.

“Matt, the deli’s fine, really!”

“The deli was fine until you told me you haven’t had a slice of actual New York style pizza yet.” he smiled, snickering as he led her towards one of the few pizzerias that didn’t kill his tastebuds with over-processed, frozen ingredients. 

“Here I am, trying to be considerate and keep you from skipping work, and you run me all over town just to get me some pizza.” (Y/n) huffed, tightening her grip on Matt’s arm as he sped up.

“It’s literally around the corner, cmon.” he insisted.

Once they arrived, Matt gave her a chance to take her time with the menu. Her giggles caught his attention, causing him to raise an eyebrow at her.

“They have a ‘Daredevil Special.’” she laughed. Matt obviously hadn’t seen that addition to the menu, he couldn’t hold back his own chuckle as she read off the toppings.

“It’s got pepperoni, spicy Italian sausage, mushrooms and red hot chili peppers that, and I’m quoting, ‘give it a kick even the devil can’t handle.’ Oh, I gotta get this.”

“Think you can handle all that hotness?” he smirked, earning another giggle from her.

“If he asked nicely I could... oh, you’re talking about the pizza?” she smiled, the waiter taking her attention off him long enough for him to hide the slight flush of his cheeks.

He told her about his parents, leaving out the part where his mom was a nun, told her about the orphanage, and meeting Foggy in college.

Even though he was being as honest as a vigilante could be about his past, he could tell she was holding back as well. All she told him was where she grew up, what her family was like, and that she had gone to school for photojournalism.

She didn’t specify whether or not she got her degree, but Matt wasn’t able to press for details since she hastily changed the subject.

It was hard to discern what was flirting and what was just Matt trying to keep up the charm, those things often intermingled with one another. He knew who she was, what she was capable of, and that once she was finished in Hell’s Kitchen she’d probably leave. All that to say, it wasn’t enough to keep him from actually having fun during their lunch date.

He almost spat up his coke when he heard her panic at one of the hot peppers on her slice of pizza. She kept insisting it just got her by surprise, but her failure to compose herself and each little sniffle had him biting back his laughter. He made it up to her by buying her a milkshake, which she gratefully accepted.

The walk back to the office was relatively quiet, save for the clunk of (Y/n)’s boots beside Matt’s formal shoes. He could feel her occasionally turn to look at him, hear the muscles in her cheeks move as she would smile softly before looking back down at her feet. 

“If it’s not too soon, maybe we could go out to dinner?” Matt asked, despite the voice in his head telling him he was going too far.

Her smile dropped, “O-oh, uh, I actually have plans tonight.” she sputtered.

“Oh...” Matt totally forgot, maybe this was good? Keep himself form looking suspicious. “Sorry-”

“No no, it’s not your fault-”

“I got a couple case files I gotta look at anyway. Maybe we can try for a night when we’re both not busy?” he offered.

She nodded slightly, catching herself after a split second. “Yeah, just gimme a call.”

They exchanged their goodbyes, Matt listening to her heart beat grow further and further away as he made his way up the stairs to the office.

When Matt got to the docks, he immediately went towards the scent of pizza that lingered on (Y/n). 

“It’s 11:01.” (Y/n) said, her eyes glued to the Hudson as she spoke.

“Had a hot date.” was his simple reply. 

(Y/n) scoffed softly, turning to face him and crossing her arms.

“So which warehouse are we making a move on first? It would be easier to divide and conquer-”

“We don’t do this alone. We go together, that was the deal.” he interrupted her, his tone stern.

She opened her mouth, ready to object, until Daredevil held up a hand to silence her.

“You hear that...?” he asked, tilting his head to focus his hearing, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by his partner.

“No... but I feel it.” She approached the edge of the roof the stood on, slowly crouching with Daredevil following suit. 

Black vans, almost identical to the ones the other night, parked at the shipping containers as they had before. In the distance, Matt could hear the familiar yacht engine approaching.

“It doesn’t make any sense... why come back here when they know this space is compromised?” He wondered aloud.

“This is the only dock that Blum could get his grubby hands on without any cartels or gangs objecting to it... If they’re still conducting business, this is his only access to the goods.” (Y/n) murmured, watching as armed guards exited their vans, awaiting the arrival of the cargo.

“How do you know?” he asked, turning his head her way.

She seemed to tense at this. Attempting to seem unfazed, she took hold of his hand and stood straight. “Just something I overheard.”

Before Matt knew it, he and (Y/n) were in the air high above the shipping containers, an uncomfortable feeling for someone who was used to keeping his feet on the ground.

He felt as if his whole weight was supported by her, easing his nerves about the endeavor. 

“We have to destroy that yacht, it’s our only hope of making sure they don’t get ahold of anymore innocent people while we’re on the job.” she said, keeping her voice low as she pulled him closer.

“We make our move once the people are off the boat... there’s only a handful go guards, we can take them easily.”

(Y/n) nodded at his instructions, ready to strike the second he gave the signal. 

Once the yacht was docked and the people were being dragged to the vans, (Y/n) let go of Daredevil, controlling his fall and helping him land just beside a guard so he could knock them out.

He heard her swoop down and take a second guard out, but something was up. None of the prisoners were trying to make a break for it, none of them were crying, not even breaking a sweat.

Just as it clicked, each ‘prisoner’ grabbed the secondary weapon from the holsters of the person restraining them, and began firing at the vigilantes.

Daredevil leapt towards (Y/n), narrowly dodging the gunfire and ducking behind one of the large, metal containers with her safely in his arms.

“Son of a bitch, they knew we’d come!” she shouted over the gunfire.

“Can’t you freeze them in place?” he yelled back, the sounds of their approaching footsteps forced him to pull her further into the mini maze of containers.

“Not a group this big, I can only get a couple of them!”

“That’ll have to do!” With that, he leapt out from their hiding spot, fighting off a goon who was attempting to sneak up on them.

(Y/n) flew into the air, one arm shielding her from the bullets while the other froze the guards furthest from her partner. Daredevil made quick work of them, bouncing back and forth between the guards she had been unable to get ahold of.

She decided to let her guard down and use her free hand to pull the weapons from the guards Daredevil was trying to take down, ensuring none would be able to land a blow or fire at him while his back was turned.

Matt heard the gunshot before he heard the sniper that had been waiting patiently on the yacht. He then heard the bullet plow through her left shoulder.

It wasn’t deadly, but it was enough to make her lose her concentration and fall onto one of the containers. The newly freed guards, though clearly winded, raised their weapons, forcing Daredevil to focus on them rather than run to his partner’s aid.

It took a moment for the pain to set in, especially from all the adrenaline. Once it did, (Y/n) yelped and whimpered, reaching up and poking her fingers through the wound. Matt heard her squeal as she yanked out the bullet, a small metallic clatter following suit.

(Y/n) slowly sat up, breathing hard as she stared at the glint of the marksman scope on the balcony of the vessel. 

“No, get down!” Daredevil barked at her. He shoved the last of the goons to the ground and tried to make a move to get to her.

But it was too late.

He heard the sniper scream as he was flung off the boat and into the freezing waters of the Hudson.

(Y/n) slowly got up, her arms outstretched towards the yacht.

Her arms shook as she slowly levitated into the air, ignoring Daredevil’s calls for her to stop.

Grinding metal, screeching wires, and busting pipes engulfed his hearing. He turned to the ship, his radar allowing him to see the work she was doing.

With a howl that was a mix of sheer anger and pain, (Y/n) split the ship in two, sending the halves sinking into the river.

“Holy shit...” Matt breathed, slowly turning his head back in (Y/n)’s direction in time so hear her fall back onto the shipping container.

He hoisted himself up, kneeling beside her and pressing his hand to her wound. He ignored her groans of pain, instead telling her they needed to get her treated.

“No hospitals...” she grunted, “can... do it myself...”

She gasped as Daredevil lifted her into his arms. He jumped onto the ground and held her tighter once he heard the police approaching.

“We won’t get far like this...” he panted.

“Just hide us... I’ll take care of it.” she groaned. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but still attempted to give him a reassuring look as he ran into an open shipping container.

Matt leaned her up against a crate, sitting beside her. She sounded like she just ran a marathon, he could hear her head lulling back and forth. “You sure you can do this?”

Before she could answer, the breaks of the numerous police cars squealed to a halt. They listened as the officers began handcuffing baddies and searching the area for any stragglers. 

One approached the open container.

(Y/n) grabbed Daredevil’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. She slowly raised her hand in front of them, shutting her eyes and focusing on the officer about to find them.

Matt swore she was looking right at them. But she turned and left.

The duo gave a collective sigh of relief and (Y/n) opted to rest her head against his shoulder.

“I think we better call it a night...”

“Took the words right outta my mouth, D...”

[lilacliquors]

SPICY

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall - edgin x reader

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer - phillip graves x reader

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap - alejandro vargas x reader

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office - matt murdock x reader

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck - johnny cage mk11 x reader

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet - billy butcher x reader

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party - soldier boy x reader

SWEET

[  OVERHEARD  ]: sender reveals that they’re in love with the receiver to a third party, not realizing that the receiver, while out of sight, has just overheard the confession. - bi - han x reader

[  TRACE  ]: sender, believing the receiver to be asleep, gently traces the message “i love you” on the receiver’s bare skin with their finger. - syzoth x reader

[  DANCING  ]: as they slow-dance together, the sender takes the opportunity to lean in close to the receiver and tell them that they love them. - miguel o'hara x reader

[  WEDDING  ]: as they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple. - kuai liang x reader

[  RELIEF  ]: upon reuniting with the receiver, whom the sender briefly believed to be dead, the sender emotionally embraces them, and says “i love you” in the spur of the moment. - johnny cage mk1 x reader

[  QUIET  ]: on a cozy night in with the receiver, as they curl up together on the sofa/in bed, the sender says “i love you” to them. - smoke x reader

[  FIRST  ]: sender tells the receiver “i love you” for the first time. - poe dameron x reader

[lilacliquors]

welcome to lilacliquors's

single? taken? hopelessly in love with unattainable fictional men? this event is for you!

in the days leading up to valentine's day, we'll have 7 fluffy and 7 smutty prompts to celebrate a day centered on romance

rules + relevant info below the cut!

the 14 days start on february 1st and will go until the 14th, and because we only have 14 prompts, these may be longer

these prompts are based off of the posts they're snatched from! yes it's cute and also it gives me a prompt to work with, so they'll be out faster

because we have only 14 days, i'll only write for a character once. i know we might all wanna see our faves doing every fluffy / smutty prompt, but we gotta share the love here

like kinktober, if you enjoyed a prompt and want longer versions, or perhaps you want that same prompt with a different character, i'll be more than happy to write it over the holidays!

i write afab reader only. however, with these being in general fluff prompts and not smut, there is a much higher chance they'll be more gender neutral

i will be tagging all posts with #sweet and spicy special 2024, #character name fluff, #character name smut, and #character name sweet and spicy special for easier navigation or for tag blocking purposes

the list for my characters can be found here

make sure to check back to this post to see which prompts have been claimed!

SMUT - from this post here!

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall - edgin x reader

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer - phillip graves x reader

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap - alejandro vargas x reader

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office - matt murdock x reader

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck - johnny cage mk11 x reader

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet - billy butcher x reader

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party - soldier boy x reader

FLUFF - from this post here

[  OVERHEARD  ]: sender reveals that they’re in love with the receiver to a third party, not realizing that the receiver, while out of sight, has just overheard the confession. - bi - han x reader

[  TRACE  ]: sender, believing the receiver to be asleep, gently traces the message “i love you” on the receiver’s bare skin with their finger. - syzoth x reader

[  DANCING  ]: as they slow-dance together, the sender takes the opportunity to lean in close to the receiver and tell them that they love them. - miguel o'hara x reader

[  WEDDING  ]: as they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple. - kuai liang x reader

[  RELIEF  ]: upon reuniting with the receiver, whom the sender briefly believed to be dead, the sender emotionally embraces them, and says “i love you” in the spur of the moment. - johnny cage mk1 x reader

[  QUIET  ]: on a cozy night in with the receiver, as they curl up together on the sofa/in bed, the sender says “i love you” to them. - smoke x reader

[  FIRST  ]: sender tells the receiver “i love you” for the first time. - poe dameron x reader