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mcrdvcks · 3 months ago

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— goodnight n go

summary: You and Matt are childhood friends who met at the orphanage. But people always assume you two are dating.

word count: 3.6k+

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

notes: as an og matt murdock stan, i can't believe i've never wrote for him. i hope this is accurate to his character!

and the title goodnight n go is a song by ariana grande from her album sweetener - which i fully believe is an underrated album

also i consider this taking place between dd s3 and ddba

warnings/tags: mentions of twirling/playing with hair, after endgame (so tony is dead😭), best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, oblivious idiots, slight angst, mention of injuries and blood

“And don’t forget to clean the coffee filter. I don’t want anyone getting sick. Again.” You said, grabbing your purse.

“I swear, sometimes your worse than my mother.” Foggy replied, sipping from his mug.

Karen quirked a brow, “your mother isn’t exactly a role model for parenting.”

Matt let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "She’s got a point, Foggy."

Foggy sighed dramatically, setting his mug down. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll clean the damn filter. But if I get coffee poisoning or whatever, I’m blaming you."

"You’ll live," you said, amused. You glanced at Matt, reaching out to fix the slightly crooked knot on his tie. "You should eat something before court."

"Not hungry," he replied, though he didn’t move away.

"You never are," you muttered, smoothing your hands over his lapels before stepping back. "Text me if you need anything."

Matt tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You say that like you won’t just show up unannounced."

"Don’t tempt me." You grabbed your coat, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "See you later."

"See you," Matt said, voice softer now.

You gave a quick wave to Foggy and Karen before heading for the door.

Foggy exhaled loudly as it closed behind you. "That was totally normal. Super normal. Just two friends being weirdly affectionate in front of their other friends."

Matt ignored him, reaching for his cane. "We’re close. That’s all."

Karen shot him a look. "You’re also full of shit."

Matt just smirked and walked out.

---

It was late by the time you made it to Matt’s apartment, balancing a takeout bag in one hand as you knocked. You didn’t have to wait long—there was the distinct sound of locks clicking before the door swung open.

"You didn’t text," Matt said, leaning against the doorframe.

"You didn’t either," you shot back, stepping inside without invitation. "So I figured you probably forgot to eat. Again."

Matt sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he closed the door behind you. "You don’t have to keep feeding me, you know."

"You don’t have to keep skipping meals, but here we are," you said, setting the takeout on the counter.

Matt chuckled, walking over to the couch and sinking into it. "How was work?"

"Same as always. How was court?"

"Long," he admitted, rubbing a hand over his face. "But we won."

"Then that calls for a celebration." You grabbed the food containers and joined him on the couch, handing him one.

Matt took it, his fingers brushing over yours briefly. "You really didn’t have to do this."

"Yeah, well, I was already out, and I know your fridge is probably empty."

Matt smirked. "You checked my fridge?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not today, but I have a pretty good guess. And considering you didn’t argue…"

He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Fine. You got me."

You both ate in comfortable silence, the familiar hum of the city filtering in through the window. When you were done, you leaned back against the couch, letting out a content sigh.

Matt shifted beside you, his arm resting along the back of the couch. It was second nature when you tucked yourself closer, your head resting against his shoulder.

"You tired?" he asked, voice low.

"Mm, a little," you admitted.

Matt's fingers absently played with the ends of your hair, a familiar and comforting habit.

"You could stay," he murmured.

"You always say that," you said, eyes closed.

"And you always do."

You huffed a soft laugh but didn’t argue.

---

The scent of coffee pulled you from sleep, warm and rich, mingling with the quiet sounds of the city outside. You cracked one eye open, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling before remembering—Matt’s apartment.

You stretched, groggy but comfortable, the sheets soft and warm around you. The space beside you was empty, but the dip in the mattress told you he hadn’t been gone long.

Dragging yourself up, you padded toward the kitchen, yawning as you leaned against the counter. Matt stood by the stove, pouring coffee like he had all the time in the world. He was still in the sweats and T-shirt he’d worn to bed, hair slightly messy, looking impossibly at ease.

"Didn’t wake you, did I?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"You and your super-hearing," you muttered, rubbing your eyes. "I would’ve kept sleeping if your coffee didn’t smell so damn good."

Matt smirked, reaching for a second mug. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

You grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging lightly as you stepped closer, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He huffed out a quiet laugh, free hand settling at your hip like it was second nature.

"Tired?"

"Mm. Your couch is comfy, but your bed is better."

"You say that like you weren’t the one who crawled in."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, peeling away just enough to steal his coffee and take a sip.

Matt didn’t even try to stop you. "I was going to give you your own."

"You’re too slow."

"Or maybe I just like it when you steal from me."

You smirked against the rim of the mug, not missing the way his hand lingered at your waist. Instead of calling him out, you took another sip and turned toward the fridge.

"Pretty sure you don’t have food in here," you said, opening the door.

"You’d be correct," Matt said, completely unbothered.

You sighed, grabbing one of his hoodies off the back of a chair and pulling it on over your sleep shirt. "Guess we’re getting breakfast, then."

Matt hummed, setting his mug down before reaching out, fingers brushing over the sleeve. "You know you keep stealing my clothes, right?"

"You gonna do something about it, Murdock?"

His lips twitched, like he was holding back a smile. "Not a thing."

You grinned, grabbing his cane and tossing it to him before heading for the door. "C’mon, Devil Boy. Breakfast is on me."

"Generous," Matt mused, following after you without hesitation. "Just don’t expect me to let you steal my coffee and my food."

You didn’t bother responding. He’d let you do both anyway.

---

You smoothed your hands down the fabric of your outfit, eyeing yourself in the mirror one last time. It wasn’t often that you got this dressed up—definitely not for work—but a Stark Industries gala demanded something a little more refined than your usual jeans and hoodie.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. When you opened it, Matt stood there, looking effortlessly put together in a sleek black suit. The tie was perfect, the hair just slightly tousled, and the way he carried himself made it impossible to tell that he wasn’t seeing any of it.

"You clean up nice, Murdock," you teased, grabbing your purse.

His lips quirked into a small smile. "You’re one to talk."

His voice had that subtle shift, the one that always came when he was taking you in—not with his eyes, but in the way only he could. He wasn’t just listening to your words; he was listening to the way your breath hitched slightly, the way your heartbeat quickened when he leaned in a fraction too close.

You cleared your throat, stepping back. "Ready?"

"Always," Matt said, offering his arm.

You rolled your eyes but took it anyway, his touch steady and warm as the two of you headed out.

---

The gala was exactly what you expected—sleek, extravagant, and filled with people who had more money than they knew what to do with. The chatter was loud, glasses clinking as servers weaved through the crowd with trays of expensive champagne.

Matt stuck close to your side, his fingers lightly grazing your arm as the two of you maneuvered through the room. It wasn’t like he needed to be guided, but the contact was easy, familiar.

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" he murmured near your ear.

"Because I asked nicely," you replied, plucking two glasses from a passing tray and handing him one.

"Mm. That must’ve been it."

You huffed a quiet laugh, taking a sip. The atmosphere was buzzing, but Matt seemed relaxed—more than you expected.

"Surprised you’re handling this so well," you admitted. "Figured the noise would drive you insane."

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. "I’m filtering most of it out. But you—" He shifted just a little closer, lowering his voice. "You’re easy to focus on."

Your fingers tightened slightly around your glass. He did not just say that with a straight face.

Before you could come up with a decent response, someone approached—one of your higher-ups at Stark Industries. You smiled, exchanging pleasantries, introducing Matt with an easy, "This is my friend, Matt Murdock."

Your boss smiled politely before turning to Matt. "It’s great to meet you. And what do you do?"

Matt’s lips twitched like he was holding back amusement. "I’m a lawyer."

"Ah, an honest profession," your boss said, clearly impressed. "And you’re here as—?"

"Her date," Matt said smoothly, with absolutely no hesitation.

Your brain short-circuited for half a second. Your boss nodded approvingly before launching into some talk about Stark’s latest legal team, but you barely heard a word of it.

Matt, meanwhile, looked completely unfazed. Like he hadn’t just said something that made your stomach flip.

The conversation wrapped up, and as soon as your boss was out of earshot, you leaned in slightly, keeping your voice low.

"Date?"

Matt just smiled, lifting his glass. "Figured that was easier than explaining whatever this is."

You squinted at him, but he only took a sip of his drink, calm as ever.

Damn him.

---

At some point in the night, the gala turned into something more social—music playing, people moving toward the open dance floor. You weren’t much of a dancer, but Matt, of course, looked completely at ease, even without seeing the way people moved around him.

"You’re staring," Matt said suddenly, lips quirking.

You scoffed. "I am not."

"You are," he countered, setting his empty glass down. Then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, he extended a hand. "Dance with me?"

You blinked. "You hate dancing."

"That’s not true."

"You avoid dancing."

Matt smirked. "And yet, I’m asking you."

You hesitated for half a second before sighing, setting your glass down and placing your hand in his. His fingers curled around yours, warm and firm as he pulled you toward the floor.

His other hand settled at your waist, light but certain. Yours rested against his shoulder, and for a moment, the world shrunk to just the two of you, the music humming around you as Matt led with an ease that shouldn’t have been possible.

"You’ve done this before," you murmured, impressed despite yourself.

"Few times," Matt admitted. "But this is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed it."

Your breath hitched, heart stuttering before you could stop it. And from the way his lips twitched, you knew he caught it.

"You’re doing that on purpose," you muttered.

"Doing what?"

"This. Being all—" You gestured vaguely.

Matt just smiled, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "Maybe."

You narrowed your eyes, but you didn’t pull away. If anything, you let yourself relax into him, your fingers idly tracing the fabric of his suit as the two of you swayed.

It didn’t feel friendly. It didn’t feel like some casual thing you could brush off. It felt like something else, something real, something you weren’t sure you were ready to name just yet.

And from the way Matt held you—careful, close, like he knew exactly what this was—he knew it, too.

---

It had been a few days since the gala, and life carried on as usual—at least, that’s what you told yourself.

You pushed open the door to Nelson, Murdock & Page, a takeout bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. The office was quiet, save for the sound of Foggy typing furiously at his keyboard and Karen flipping through a stack of papers at her desk.

"Tell me you guys have eaten," you said, setting the bag down with a thud.

Karen looked up first, lips twitching. "We have now."

Foggy groaned in relief, already reaching for the food. "You’re a lifesaver. Matt’s in his office, by the way."

You hummed in acknowledgment, grabbing the coffee before heading toward the glass-paneled room at the back. The door was slightly open, and Matt was exactly where you expected—leaning back in his chair, fingers pressed against his temple like he was nursing a headache.

"You look like hell," you said, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

Matt’s lips quirked at the sound of your voice. "And yet, you still bring me coffee."

"Because I’m nice," you teased, setting it in front of him.

Matt reached for the cup, fingers brushing yours in the process. You ignored the way your pulse jumped at the contact, shifting to sit on the edge of his desk.

"You should eat, too," you said. "I brought—"

"You didn’t have to do that," Matt murmured, cutting you off.

You rolled your eyes. "You say that every time, and yet here I am, making sure you don’t keel over from malnutrition."

Matt exhaled a quiet laugh, fingers curling around the coffee cup. "I appreciate it."

"You better."

There was a pause. The usual kind, the kind that never used to feel weighted—except, lately, it did.

Matt turned his head slightly, like he was studying you in that way he always did. "You okay?"

The question caught you off guard. "Me? You’re the one who looks like he’s been through hell and back."

Matt huffed. "Occupational hazard."

You folded your arms, watching him for a moment. His tie was slightly loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and there was the faintest shadow of exhaustion under his eyes. The usual signs of Matt Murdock burning the candle at both ends.

You reached out without thinking, adjusting the knot of his tie like you had at the gala. He stayed perfectly still, letting you.

"You really need to take better care of yourself," you muttered, smoothing out the fabric before pulling back.

Matt caught your wrist before you could move too far, his thumb brushing over the inside of it—absent, thoughtless, but lingering.

"You do that enough for the both of us," he murmured.

Your breath hitched before you could stop it. His lips twitched.

Damn him.

You pulled your wrist free, shaking your head. "Eat your food, Murdock."

Matt smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Yes, ma’am."

---

A knock at your door this late was never a good sign.

You barely had time to process it before a second, weaker knock followed. Frowning, you unlocked the door and swung it open—only for Matt to nearly collapse against the frame.

"Jesus, Matt—" You grabbed his arm, steadying him as he exhaled sharply. His suit was torn in places, blood staining the red fabric, his lip split, and a nasty bruise was already forming along his jaw.

"You gonna let me in, or…?" His voice was rough, strained, but still laced with that familiar teasing edge.

You didn’t answer, just hooked an arm under his and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and shoved him down onto the couch.

Matt let out a quiet grunt as he sat, shifting carefully. "You don’t have to—"

"Shut up." You dropped to your knees in front of him, flipping the kit open. "Take off the suit."

"You don’t waste time, do you?"

"Matt."

"Alright, alright," he muttered, wincing as he pulled the top half of the suit down, exposing bruised ribs and a gash along his side. He also took off his helmet.

You inhaled sharply but said nothing. This wasn’t new—you’d patched him up more times than you could count. But something about tonight felt different.

The room was quiet as you worked, disinfecting the wound, pressing gauze to the worst of it. Your hands lingered, fingertips brushing over the edge of a bruise, tracing the uneven rise and fall of his breath.

Matt didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into it, just slightly.

"You’re mad at me," he murmured.

You scoffed, pressing the bandage to his ribs a little harder than necessary. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Of course I’m mad, Matt," you snapped, voice low but edged with frustration. "You show up at my door looking like this, you don’t tell me where you were or how bad it was—do you even think about what it’s like for me? Sitting here, waiting for you to—"

Matt cut you off the only way he knew how.

He kissed you.

It wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t questioning. It was firm, certain��like he’d already decided long before this moment that it was inevitable.

Your breath caught, but you didn’t pull away. His hands found your face, fingers ghosting along your jaw, mapping you out the way only he could.

You exhaled against his lips, your own hands grabbing onto his bare shoulders, nails pressing just slightly into his skin, but Matt didn’t pull away. If anything, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding from your jaw to the nape of your neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, his touch light, careful—like he wasn’t sure how much he could take before you stopped him.

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him back, frustration melting into something else entirely. The heat of it, the way he breathed against your lips like he needed this just as badly as you did—it sent your heart hammering in your chest.

Finally, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, forehead brushing against his.

"Matt," you whispered, voice unsteady.

His hands stayed where they were, fingertips still curled against the base of your neck. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice low, rough. "And I will."

You exhaled, fingers flexing against his skin. "I don’t want you to stop," you admitted.

Matt’s breath hitched. You felt it more than you heard it—the way his chest rose sharply beneath your hands, the way his grip on you tightened like he was committing this moment to memory.

Then, as quickly as it started, his lips were on yours again—slower this time, deliberate.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, caught up in him, but when you finally pulled away, Matt’s hands lingered, his thumbs brushing over your skin like he was still grounding himself.

"You’re still hurt," you murmured, running a hand over his ribs, where fresh gauze was now taped in place.

Matt let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head. "You’re the one distracting me."

"You kissed me, Murdock."

"Mm. And you kissed me back."

You huffed, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t move away. "You need rest."

Matt hummed, not agreeing but not arguing either. His hands finally dropped from your face, settling instead at your waist, like letting go completely wasn’t an option.

"You staying?" he asked, voice softer now.

“Yeah. Afterall, you are in my apartment.”

Matt let out a quiet hum, his hands still resting at your waist, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your shirt. He wasn’t letting go, and you weren’t pulling away.

"You’re on the floor," he murmured.

"Yeah, no shit," you said, raising a brow.

His lips quirked. "Come up here."

You hesitated, but only for a second before shifting, moving to sit beside him on the couch. Matt adjusted just enough to make room, one arm draping along the back of the cushions. His other hand found your knee, thumb brushing absentmindedly against it.

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, leaning your head back against the couch.

"How so?"

"You come here half-dead, I patch you up, and then instead of resting, you start—" You gestured vaguely between the two of you.

"Kissing you?" Matt supplied, smirking.

You shot him a look. "Distracting me."

Matt exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting his head in that way he always did when he was focused on you, listening. "Do you regret it?"

The question made your breath catch, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you reached over, your fingers trailing along the edge of his jaw, ghosting over the bruise forming there. Matt didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned into your touch.

"No," you admitted softly.

His grip on your knee tightened just slightly. "Good."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "You do need rest, though."

Matt hummed, clearly not in a hurry to move. His fingers slid up, resting lightly against the curve of your hip. "Stay?"

You exhaled, shaking your head. "Matt, I live here."

"Right. Convenient." He smirked, thumb brushing against your skin.

You huffed, shifting to lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate, his arm slipping around you like it was second nature.

For a while, neither of you spoke. His breathing was steady, the warmth of him grounding, familiar. You could feel the tension in his muscles start to ease, his body finally giving in to exhaustion.

"You’re not going out again tonight, right?" you asked, voice low.

Matt didn’t answer right away, which was already an answer.

"Matt."

"I won’t," he murmured.

"You better not." You tightened your grip on his arm, just slightly. "Or I’m locking you in here next time."

Matt let out a quiet chuckle. "Terrifying."

"Damn right," you mumbled, letting your eyes slip shut.

He didn’t say anything else, just pulled you closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.

And for once, Matt actually stayed still.

i had a lot of fun writing this - the idea of falling in love with your best friend is just so cute! (curses to my childhood self for not having a male best friend to fall in love with😭)

it may be slightly unclear but reader is an engineer at stark industries!

and, one more thing, i'd love to write more of these two! if you have any requests, send them in! i fear that that shower scene in that ddba trailer has taken up my mind... so don't be surprised if i write shower sex with matt soon...

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n #matt murdock #matthew murdock #daredevil #daredevil born again #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction

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gilbertscurls · 6 months ago

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Bet U Wanna ➵ Matt Sturniolo

summary: matt gets a little too excited over a kiss.

It was a warm evening, the kind that made you feel like summer was still hanging on by a thread. Matt stood in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair for the hundredth time, trying to make it look effortless. The night was set, and you and him were going out for dinner—just something casual, but the kind of night where he wanted to look good, especially for you.

You were standing near the door, adjusting your dress, looking flawless as always. You caught Matt’s eyes through the reflection in the mirror and smiled. That soft, sweet smile that always sent a wave of warmth through him. He knew he was smitten, but tonight was different—there was something about the way you looked at him.

“You ready to go?” you asked, stepping closer to him, your heels clicking softly on the wooden floor.

Matt nodded, but his throat felt dry. You looked breathtaking, and every time you got close to him like this, it became harder to keep his cool. “Yeah, just about.”

But before you could head out the door, your eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and you leaned in close. “Wait,” you whispered, your voice soft, almost teasing. “One last kiss before we go.”

Matt didn’t have time to process the request fully. Your hands gently slid up his chest as you closed the distance between you, pulling him into a kiss that was more heated than he expected. It was supposed to be quick, just a casual thing before you stepped out, but the way your lips moved against his made his thoughts scatter.

As soon as your lips left his, his pulse spiked. Your scent—sweet, familiar—flooded his senses, and suddenly, he wasn’t thinking about dinner anymore. His mind, his body, everything was focused on you. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself in check, but there was no hiding the sudden tension in his body, especially from you.

You pulled back slightly, smirking, your eyes darting down as you noticed the shift in his stance.

“Matt…” Your voice had that playful lilt that drove him crazy.

He shifted awkwardly, feeling his face heat up, trying to play it off like nothing had happened. But you knew him too well. “You’re seriously—” you bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh, “right before we’re about to leave?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed but not entirely surprised. “You kissed me,” he mumbled defensively, trying to avoid your gaze. “What did you expect?”

You stepped even closer, your lips ghosting over his ear as you whispered, “We’ll be late for our reservation if you don’t calm down.”

Matt clenched his jaw, torn between pulling you back in or forcing himself to regain control. Your touch had that effect on him—always making him forget everything else. But he couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Maybe we should skip dinner.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you took a step back, teasing him with your eyes. “Nice try. You’re taking me out, Sturniolo.”

Matt groaned inwardly, running his hand through his hair again, trying to focus on anything other than the ache building inside him. “Fine,” he muttered, grabbing his keys. “But you owe me for that.”

You winked at him, your voice low and teasing. “Maybe you’ll get lucky after dinner.”

Matt’s heart raced at the thought, and suddenly, dinner couldn’t go by fast enough.

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blackleatherjacketz · 21 days ago

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Never

Daredevil x Female Reader

Summary: Matt knows that Frank asked him to look after you while he's off the grid, but Matt's idea of looking after you is vastly different than Frank's.

Warnings: Explicit Smut, 18+ Only!, Infidelity (Sort of), Competition Kink, Kissing, Groping, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Choking, Biting, Marking, Scratching, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Masochistic Matt Murdock, Rough Sex, Blood Play

Word Count: 2.5k+

Note: I’ve never written Matt before, and I wrote this after watching THAT scene with Bullseye in Born Again.

Tags: @frankcastiglione @crowned-clown-crow @letsby

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This was never supposed to happen, the devil’s breath hot on your shoulder as he slowly parts your thighs with bruised, calloused hands. You were never supposed to fall for that perfect smile beneath those full lips, nor succumb to his witty charms, but here you are allowing another man, the devil of all people, to touch you the way that Frank used to. Only he isn’t anything like Frank, not even close.

Matt never made you feel like a burden, like his affection for you was some kind of curse or weakness getting in the way of one of his missions. He was always eager to see you, treating the time you spent together like a gift that needed to be cherished, his presence filling in the gap that Frank had left wide open. Where Frank was distant and cold, Matt is smooth and confident, effortlessly pushing your legs even further apart to make room for him to stand between them. You could feel that infernal heat as it radiated off him, rough palms encasing your knees before tracing twin trails of gooseflesh up your trembling thighs.

“I want to thank you,” he whispers, referring to all the times his recklessness had led a path of blood and sweat straight to your doorstep. “For being there for me.” His fingertips press into your skin, massaging the muscles of your inner thighs as you open yourself up to him. “The world needs more people like you. Selfless. Kind. Beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” Is all you can manage to get out, your heart racing as his hands memorize the curves of your body, prickling the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. You find yourself lifting your arms and resting them on top of his shoulders as he brings his face even closer to yours, the glimmer of the city skyline reflecting in his eyes like dozens of tiny stars in the night sky. You know that he can’t see you, not in the way that you can see him at least, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flip, makes you forget about Frank entirely. You’ve never been this close to Matt before, never been dizzied on the spot by the woodsy musk of his cologne or had a shiver sent up your spine by his wandering hands. And now that you’re here in his arms, you wonder if it will ever be possible for you to go without.

“Yeah, beautiful.” He digs his thumbs deep into your pelvis with a sly grin, the pang of his touch making you gasp before he pulls you to the counter’s edge in one swift motion, pressing his hips against the thin fabric of your shorts.

Oh God, he wants this just as badly as you do.

His mouth is softer than Frank’s at first, his tongue more decisive as it quickly parts your lips in order to savor what he’s been longing for this whole time. You can practically taste his desperation, his cruel intentions more than evident just from the way that he kisses you, languidly licking your teeth and biting your bottom lip just hard enough for it to sting.

Pain. Of course, that makes perfect sense.

His stubble gently scratches your skin as he deepens the kiss, audibly inhaling your scent with each turn of his head as if trying to sample every flavor and note that your mouth has to offer, triggering that moisture to collect between your folds along with it. He groans the very second that he can feel it, practically vibrating the marrow in your bones as he grabs onto your ass, pressing his hips against your needy center in a slow, tantric rhythm until a whiny moan finally leaves your lips.

“Mmm, so beautiful and so needy,” he teases, squeezing your cheeks before slipping his fingers beneath the seam of your shorts, finding the evidence he already knew was there. “And so wet,” he laughs, his breath ghosting over your face as he glides his fingers through the length of your folds until he hits that overly sensitive spot.

“Matt,” you moan, those calloused fingers of his doing wonders for the friction on your clit, rubbing it up and down as if it was one of his braille letters he was trying to memorize over and over again. You can’t help but start to grind your hips against his growing erection, hastening your pleasure as your hormones start to take over.

“Yes, sweetheart? Do you want something?” His mocking tone is dripping with a dark sense of dominance he’s never used with you before, tightening that coil in your stomach as he continues sending bursts of white hot heat up into your core, stoking that fire inside with the tip of his finger.

You can only nod in response, the pleasure he’s so generously doling out robbing you of any coherent words as you rest your forehead against his, your senses almost completely overwhelmed already. You moan again as he persists in his ministrations, the bursts of ecstasy drawing you so close to him that you would nearly fall off the counter if it weren’t for his other hand grasping at your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze to hold you in place.

He wastes no time pushing his fingers inside the sheath of your velvety walls, briefly depriving you of the concentrated bliss from your bud as he bends his wrist behind you. He kisses you again, harder this time as he makes his way down your lips and chin, nipping at the delicate skin of your neck until he sucks a bruise into the pulse point just below your jawline. He rolls his tongue across your flesh before sucking it in past his teeth, making sure to leave a spot dark enough to mark you as his as his fingers slide in and out of you, stretching out that muscle that hasn’t been used since Frank had left.

It isn’t until he’s had his fill, until after he’s tasted every bit of skin on that spot and bitten you hard enough that he finally decides to let go. As he licks that swollen mark where his teeth had indented into your skin, he passes over your slick, sensitive bud one more time before pulling his fingers away just as you’re about to combust.

“Then ask for it,” he removes his fingers from between your legs and brings them up to his lips, your juices now coating them in a glistening sheen of pheromones before he tastes them for himself, staring at you as he awaits your reply.

Jesus Christ.

“I want you.” Your whisper is barely audible as you take in the sight of him sucking your essence off his fingers as if he can’t get enough, leaving a trail of saliva between them and his lips before he shoves them into your mouth.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it?” His fingers pass between your lips and over your tongue, nearly gagging you in the process as you sample the cocktail of your two fluids married together. The tang of your sex blended with the salt of his skin is absolutely intoxicating as you take him all the way down to his knuckles, getting drunk off his words.

“Mmm hmm,” you hum around his digits, nodding as he slowly slides them in and out of your mouth a few times, stirring the need inside you to grow stronger with each passing second.

“Yeah?” He coos, a devilish grin parting his lips before he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and drags them down your bottom lip. “I can do that.”

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Matt peppers the tingling skin of your legs and hips with fiery kisses as he climbs on top of you, his tongue delving between them for another taste of your arousal, lifting your thighs up onto his shoulders for better access. He pushes them back toward you as he feasts on your flesh, moaning as he licks delicious patterns into your swollen sex before sucking and biting your neurons into overdrive. It was as if he was starving for days and you were the only thing that could nourish him.

Your back arches as he nearly brings you to the edge all over again, your hand getting lost in his chestnut locks before tugging on his scalp, urging him to come up for air. As insane as his mouth is, you want him inside of you more, want him to claim you fully in every single way.

He takes the hint and nips at your thigh one last time before slithering up your body, smoothing his palm over your belly and between your breasts before finding its home around the base of your neck. His breath hitches as his fingers graze over the spot where he’s marked you, the reddened bruise in the shape of his mouth that he intends to keep giving to you for months to come. He leans down to kiss you, slightly tightening his grip on your throat as his cock bobs aimlessly between your thighs, teasing your soaking wet entrance.

“Are you really gonna make me wait?” You practically beg with a pleading lift of your hips, unable to take the torture of not having him inside you any longer.

“So impatient,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss you again with an amused chuckle caught in his throat. “I love that.”

“Matt, please,” you groan into the kiss as he hovers over you, the fire from his body so close yet so far away that it practically sets you alight. He knows what he’s doing, knows exactly how to press your buttons, to push you so close to the edge until you have no choice but to break beneath him.

“Please what?” He slides his hand higher up on your neck, pressing a flash of pain into your bruise with his thumb.

Pain. Oh yeah.

You tilt your head to kiss him deeply, tasting hints of coffee as it mixes with your own personal zest before greedily taking his juicy bottom lip between your teeth. You suck it all the way into your mouth, teeth frantically clashing against his as you bite down and pull it toward you, stretching it to its limit. You hear him groan as your teeth cut hard enough to break the skin, just enough to make him bleed, the iron and salt of his blood hitting your tongue unexpectedly. That’s what he wants. You graze your palms up his arms as you continue drinking his blood, admiring the definition of his biceps on the way up before scratching your fingernails down his chest, making a mark of your own. You can feel your nails tearing through his skin, breaking that most basic barrier of protection he has from the elements before that groan of his turns into a deep guttural growl.

“Fuck!” He mumbles with his lip still caught between your teeth, unwilling to even try and pull it out. The eight vertical scratches you’ve carved into his chest turn a bright white before they begin to bleed, the scarlet liquid smearing across your belly as he finally decides to break free from your mouth. He lowers himself down low enough to grab hold of your thigh and lift it up above his shoulder, stretching your hamstrings in a burning ache before looking you in the eye as he lines himself up with your cunt. “You get this wet for Frank, sweetheart?”

What did he just say?

Before you can even muster an answer, he pushes himself inside, filling you up more than his fingers ever could as your moisture allows him to bury himself all the way down to the hilt. He isn’t as long as Frank, but his girth ignites a thousand tiny sparks into your viscera, lighting a euphoric fuse as he pulls back and thrusts in even harder, deeper than you thought he could. He leans forward as the blood from his chest starts to drip freely onto yours, bonding the two of you together with every carnal fluid imaginable as he makes that fuse burn hotter and brighter than anyone ever had before, even your beloved Frank.

“No,” you whisper your answer, afraid that Frank might hear you somehow, somewhere if you raised your voice even an octave.

“No? You sure?” A smile curls into his bloodstained lips as he presses a kiss into your thigh, smearing the sanguine fluid onto your skin. He lets go of your neck and takes your other thigh onto his shoulder, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You let out a curse as he pushes your thighs back toward you, practically bending you in half as your muscles silently cry out in agony. But your hips tilt back along with them, allowing him to rut himself deeper inside you at an all new angle, making your body shake and your teeth chatter as the he hits that bundle of nerves again and again with expert precision. Thrust after thrust forces you to grasp onto your sheets, holding on for dear life so he won’t fuck you into the headboard as he gets lost inside you. The desperate rhythmic movement of his hips triggers that chemical reaction inside you as the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes against the walls of your apartment, nearly drowning out the rising sound of your moans.

“You gonna come on my cock?” He grabs hold of your chin as he senses that you’re getting close, making sure to hit that special spot every time he drives himself deeper. “Huh?”

“Yes!” Your walls flutter around him as your orgasm explodes within you, every inch of your body tingling with a sizzling sensation of ecstasy. That burning bliss travels up your spine and into your extremities as he drives it home, washing away the pain in your legs as he moves his hands up to your ankles, holding them up by your head. “Yes!”

“Good.” His breath becomes ragged, his thrusts more frantic as he feels you clench down around him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as your spasming smooth muscle squeezes his climax right out of him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he loses all control, hoping to muffle his feral grunts and groans in his frenzy.

Your entire body quakes in the aftermath of your shared euphoria, his blood, spit and come now coating every inch of you, inside and out. His hips finally slow to a reluctant halt and he kisses you again, holding himself inside you for a minute. He thrusts up into you one more time for good measure, making sure you’re able to feel each twitch and spasm as he unloads every last drop within the welcome heat of your walls.

“F-fuck.” He stutters breathlessly. “I promised Frank I’d never do that.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #charlie cox #daredevil born again #daredevil #marvel #frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #Matt Murdock smut

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sturniolo04 · 11 months ago

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I have a scenario for you to write ❤️

Matt’s gf accidentally leaves a hickey on his neck just before he has to go film Friday’s video so she helps him cover it with make up and Nick and Chris walk in into Matt’s room like “why are you putting make up on?”

A/N: Hope you like it lovey🤍

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

It was just a typical night in the Sturniolo household, nothing out of the ordinary, except that you knew the boys had to film tonight because God forbid they forget to post on Wednesday.

You and Matt were in your typical spots, you straddling his lap with his hands having a tight grip on your hips, helping you shift ever so slightly on top of him, while you two continued to make out.

Makeouts with Matt were always very sensual from the way he would caress your cheeks as you guys made out to deepen the kiss to the way he would deeply inhale and exhale to keep the steady pace at which your lips were moving in sync. Makeouts would also lead to neck kisses to the endless amount of rounds you and him could go.

So if as on cue, you begin to make your mark on your boyfriend, shifting your lips to his cheek then trailing down his neck as he lets out a breathy moan tipping his head back to lean against his headboard in the process.

See your boyfriend's skin was notorious for being super sensitive. sensitive in way that it is easy to leave marks on him without even trying.

"baby dont leave leave marks i have to film still tonight"

your boyfriend states breathily chuckling.

"too late"

you mumble continuing to kiss his neck as his phone began to ring next to you two as he groans, patting you hips lovingly to tell you to stop for a minute

"hello"

matt speaks into the phone.

"are you almost ready to film this video"

you hear nick ask through the phone as matt rolls his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

"yeah yeah just give me one mintue"

he responds hanging up the phone proceeding to look up at you.

"come on time for me to film babygirl"

you groans as you roll off of him as he gets off of the bed and walks over to his full-length mirror to fix his hair and that's when he saw it.

"babyyyy"

"what"

you question walking over to him looking at what he is looking at on him.

"oh shoot well-"

"the fans are not going to miss that"

he chuckles running his hand through his hair looking down at you.

"here lets just use some concealer and they wont even know"

you state grabbing your concealer out of the bathroom, proceeding to apply it to his neck.

you were almost fully done applying it when the door to his room slammed open, as you look over to see who it is. You two being confronted by Nick and Chris.

"what the fuck are you two doing"

"why are you putting on makeup "

"no reason"

Matt replies as you giggle beside him.

"dude come on we have to film"

chris states ashe and nick walk about of his room with you two following.

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#sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #request #requests open

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cuteandhughesy · 6 months ago

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I Can Do It With A Broken Heart | Matt Rempe (instagram edit)

summary: spending the season and offseason with your boyfriend matt rempe and his family - shared on instagram

warnings: none <3

face claims: phoebe dynevor (y/n) & simone ashley (shay)

a/n: another one!! this was my favourite instagram edit to create because when I wrote the fic, phoebe was my inspiration for y/n and her mannerisms so getting to portray her as y/n ( or you!) was so fun. also I forget the last name I gave shay so I made a new one lol

link to I can do it with a broken heart

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yourusername so hard to stay away from NY 🗽

tagged mattrempe

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user1 new york looks good on you

user2 IS THAT REMPE?

allyrempe love u and this

user3 stunning

yourbrothersusername matt 😍

mattrempe my guy 🙌🏻

user4 that JACKET yes

user5 you’re so cute

mattrempe look at you pretty girl

user6 YES I NEEDED THIS

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yourusername back to it ⛸️💌

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user1 I can feel the talent through the screen

shaymatthews ugh yesssss

tessavirtue17 doing gods work

user2 I fear nobody can compete with you

user3 what lip product is that?

user4 you make me want to become a figure skater

stephrempe love to see it

user5 baddie

mattrempe no yeah this is everything

nyrangers talented queen

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yourusername always down for a selfie post (p.s. matt hates coffee what’s up with that?)

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mattrempe it’s a normal thing to hate coffee babe

stephrempe no it’s not

user1 YES YOU ATE

user2 hot

user3 black coffee is DA BEST

_johnbeecher matt’s a baby

user4 you are stunning

shaymatthews you’re look stunning

user5 mirror selfies will always remain superior

user6 hottie

mattrempe but youre so gorgeous im bowing at the screen

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yourusername photo dump from the filming of teaching nhl players how to figure skate 🤩 also peep my delicious avocado toast matt said reminded him of boogers - he’s ridiculous.

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user1 i’ve been WAITING because I knew the two of you fell in love filming that

alleyrempe matt ruins everything- including avocado toast

mattrempe shut up

user2 he’s so BIG

user3 avocado toast is so good

user4 so cute

dawson1417 miss it

user5 my fav couple - straight out of a book ❤️

nhl call us the best matchmakers

mattrempe you’re such a cuddle bug. i’m glad everyone knows it now

nyrangers mr. and mrs. rempire state building

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yourusername matt taught me how to play hockey and I accidentally highsticked him🫣 (see last pick for the damage)

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user1 him tying your skates. I’m SICK

nyrangers you’re in next game. suit up

user2 stop this is everything

user3 hahahhaha

mattrempe you should see the other guy (the stick is fine)

user4 but I already know you ate it up

shaymatthews and that’s on period

user5 stop the little innocent smile 🤣

user6 hope they filmed this 🤞🏻

_johnbeecher stay in your lane 🤺

yourusername threatened?

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yourusername double fisting at the olympics honorary ceremony 🥂🎖️ mom I made it

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user1 yes !!!!!!

user2 who can I send this to?

user3 😍

tessavirtue17 love love love

user4 so obsessed

mattrempe you look absolutely gorgeous

shaymatthews you are that BITCH 😍

user5 the dress is GIVING

yourbrothersusername not the double fisting

mattrempe 🍺🍺🍺🍺

user6 my icon 🙌🏻

olympics not a party until y/n shows up

stephrempe proud of you

ilohnamaher too real i love you

liked by alleyrempe, mattrempe and others

yourusername weekend getaway with alley 💌 (of course I couldn’t not watch the playoffs though)

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user1 girl core

user2 to spend the weekend with y/n and alley 😩

alleyrempe need this for the rest of my life

user3 🤩🤩😍

mattrempe not the gas station photoshoot

alleyrempe not you being ugly

yourusername it’s couture baby

user4 this is so me coded

user5 beautiful girls

liked by yourusername, kandre.miller and others

mattrempe baevaction

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user1 the hottest couple

user2 she is so stunning

nyrangers rest up those fighting hands 🤛🏼

user3 you’re so lucky bro

kandre.miller 🤤

foxyclean simp

yourusername honey

user4 my fav ranger ❤️💙

hartford_wolfpack all grown up 🥲

user5 looks amazing

trocheck_21 ah young love

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yourusername a collection of some of my favourite vacation pics. had the best time with you ❤️

tagged mattrempe

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user1 jealous omg

user2 my dream vacation

mattrempe should’ve added you falling off the bike at the end

yourusername how dare you …

user3 angel

user4 a talented and sexy queen

user5 🤩🤩

alleyrempe you two are so cute

willcuylle rempe gone soft

stephrempe mom says she thinks you are the cutest

youeusername love her and you ❤️

user6 GOALS

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yourusernane recently ☀️

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user1 you and shay are everything

user2 dream life

mattrempe look at my biceps holy fuck

yourusername babe.

user3 actually the most perfect human

user4 respectfully your boyfriend is hot

user5 need to see you competing again

shaymatthews YAS MY GIRL

bostonskatingclub so good to have you visit

user6 those cookies look phenomenal

mattrempe you’re amazing pretty

alleyrempe my fav girl

user7 you two are my roman empire

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a/n: not spell checked 😬 make sure you check out the rest of the published insta edits for my fics and stay tuned for the upcoming ones 🤍

I do not own any of these photos - full credits to original owners.

#🌟 ⊹˚₊ - cute and hughesy insta edit #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl insta edit #hockey insta edit #hockey blurb #matt rempe fic #matt rempe imagine #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe fanfic #matt rempe insta edit #new york rangers imagine

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 3 months ago

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doctor! doctor! ♡ seok matthew, lpn ♡ the nurseـــــــــﮩ٨ـ

⋆˙⟡ zb1 doctor smut series masterlist! all parts also linked here: nurse!matthew, doctor!jiwoong/med student!gunwook, allergist!taerae, radiology tech!gyuvin/cardiologist!ricky, anesthesiologist!hao/surgeon!hanbin

⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.5k (gonna try to keep these short, but we know me...)

⋆˙⟡ reader: gn afab (no pronouns used to refer to reader)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight medical professionals. a sudden illness that gets progressively worse. can reader survive the l-o-v-emergency?

⋆˙⟡ the nurse summary: the male nurse at your new doctor's office is a total asshole. but he's really hot. and so are you, after what was supposed to be a routine physical takes a couple unexpected turns.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific warnings under the cut! angst. lighttt dub-con. matt is a total meanie. little less by the end. explicit mean comments about reader's weight but it's only because he's literally an asshole. smut is fairly light-ish, but we're just getting started so let's let it simmer for now.

⋆˙⟡ l-o-v-emergency scale: ★☆☆☆☆ (1)

GUYS HEY! I'M ALIVE! who's glad? not me. anyway, i've been working in a medical setting for over 2 months now and this series was birthed bc i couldn't stop thinking about how matthew would look in a good set of athletic (specifically magenta) scrubs. okay, hopefully i don't abandon this project!! ily. always. don't forget. <3

⋆˙⟡ iwnfyshb full masterlist

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EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: fingering/heavy petting (reader receiving), dub-con kind of sort of idk better safe than sorry, matt is very mean, inappropriate use of medical equipment (?), yeah i think that's good for now.

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it’s a regular monday morning. nothing out of the ordinary at all. though it’s a bit chilly outside, the sun is shining on this lovely february day.

you’re at the doctor’s office, sitting in the waiting room for your annual physical. your primary care physician had retired at the end of last year, so you’d scheduled your first appointment with a doctor at a completely new practice. they were so new, in fact, that they didn’t really have any google reviews yet except for one that just said: went above and beyond.

and they also accept your insurance, so there’s that.

though it’s late in the year for it, you’re also hoping to get a flu shot after about eight different strains of influenza ravaged your workplace this week. but you feel very healthy. you actually feel great.

usually you’re called in a bit faster for an appointment, but today it takes about ten minutes before the door to the medical entrance finally bursts open. it slams against the wall, startling both you and the elderly woman sitting a few seats away from you.

“ah, shit, sorry,” a voice mumbles and your eyes follow to put a face to it. standing in front of you is an incredibly attractive male nurse who squints at his clipboard. “uh… (y/n)?”

you stand up quickly, putting your phone in your coat pocket and walking up to the nurse. up close, you can see his name tag says: matthew.

“sick,” matthew says quietly, pointing down the hall to a scale. “we’re gonna head over there.”

you walk with him to the scale, jumping again when the door to the waiting room slams loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry,” he says again. you step on the scale, only to hear snickering next to you a moment later.

“uh… is something funny?” you ask with a frown.

“maybe take the coat off,” matthew suggests with a smirk. “we’re wanting a weight good for humans, not for whales.”

your eyes widen in shock. not really sure how to respond, you simply take your coat off and place it on the chair next to you. matthew leans over your shoulder, encroaching a little too liberally on your personal space bubble, and huffs confusedly.

“huh. i really thought that’d help more,” he says, jotting your (extremely normal) weight down onto his clipboard and shrugging. “anyway, we’re gonna be in room 3, on your left here.”

was he being purposefully rude or was he just painfully oblivious? a little more irritated than you had expected to be during this visit, you follow your nurse into the exam room and take a seat on the exam table.

“whoah, there,” he says with a laugh as he sits down on a stool beside the medical counter. “careful not to break the table after that weigh-in.”

you’re about to ask him what his problem is when matthew suddenly rolls up the already short sleeves on his magenta scrub top, revealing big, toned biceps underneath. goddamn, he was gorgeous.

but it didn’t give him a right to make comments about your body.

“wh—… why do you keep—…” you nervously start to confront him before he interrupts.

“just gonna get a reading on the pulse oximeter,” matthew announces, grabbing your hand from your lap and sticking the device on the tip of your index finger. “cool nails.”

“thanks,” you find yourself replying quietly. you don’t think you’ve ever met a nurse who lacked bedside manner this badly.

“i’ve been giving you a hard time, but you’re sorta hot actually,” he says, matter-of-factly as he snatches your hand again suddenly to check the oximeter. his bluntness and close proximity causes your heart to involuntarily race, and he bites his lip in a conceited grin as he reads the numbers on the device. “100 bpm… something getting you excited?”

you should stand up and walk out the door right now. report him to the reception desk. you figured there had to be some setbacks to a completely new, unreviewed practice, but this was beyond acceptable. no one should be allowed to behave so unprofessionally in a medical setting.

you look him directly in the eyes. about to rip him a new one.

but holy fuck, this absolute dickhead is hot. your brain starts to feel a bit foggy just looking at him.

“are you sure you’re feeling okay today?” matthew asks, removing the oximeter and placing it on the counter. he takes a thermometer out of the pocket of his scrub top and walks over to you— casually situating himself in the gap you’d left between your legs. “i’m gonna take your temperature just in case.”

he holds the thermometer in front of your forehead for a moment, the device buzzing when it has a reading. “hm. all good here. i’m just gonna check one more spot to make sure.”

before you can ask what that means, he moves the thermometer between your legs— pressing it over your clothed core. it buzzes against your clit and you’re unable to suppress a whimper in your shock.

matthew licks his top lip as he drinks in the sound, removing the thermometer and reading the temperature. he clicks his tongue sadly. “just what i thought. you’re burning up, baby.”

“this—… this is—….” you make one last (very weak) attempt to protest this nonsense. “i mean, you really shouldn’t be—…”

“shouldn’t be what?” he asks, fingers now taking the place of the thermometer on your clothed heat. as he massages you gently, you inhale sharply at how nice his touch feels. “doing my job? i’m just getting you ready for the doctor, baby. that’s all.”

you don’t have a clue as to what that’s supposed to mean. and you’re starting to forget why you care as he hooks his fingers around your waistband. reflexively, you lift your hips for him and he pulls down your pants— discarding them on the chair next to the exam table and leaving you in just your panties on the medical paper lining.

matthew pushes them aside with his thumb before prodding at your entrance with his middle finger. “just a small pinch,” he warns as he slips it inside.

you inhale sharply as the full length of his digit fills you. he smirks again, making use of his thumb against your clit as he starts to fuck you with his finger. you begin to whine as a steady pressure forms below your stomach.

“how’s that, hm? feel good?” you nod, growing more desperate for your release. matthew laughs as he pushes another finger inside of you. you can’t help but moan, hand finding its way to grip at the neck of his scrub top. “listen to that. doc’s gonna love you. you could still stand to lose a few pounds though, not gonna lie.”

you hate this guy. you must’ve had a psychotic break at some point between the waiting room and this exam table. but something’s come over you— something almost feverish— and the desire to complain just keeps getting smaller.

“please,” you beg emphatically, fingers of your free hand wrapping around the edge of the exam table as your climax threatens to spill over. “just shut the fuck up and make me cum.”

“fuck,” he breathes, the tips of his fingers curling up into the spongey spot in your upper wall with even more vigor. “okay. okay, yeah. just don’t tell the doctor i let you cum. got it?”

“y-yeah,” you agree half-heartedly— still unsure as to what the doctor has to do with this mean, hot nurse committing a crazy hr violation on you. but you just need release. so you humor him. “whatever.”

matthew presses his thumb hard against your clit and that’s all it takes— your orgasm washing over you as you feel your juices slip down your inner thighs. “fuck, that’s hot. makes me wish i got to finish ‘em off more often.”

more often? a post-climax clarity begins to set in as you wonder what on earth this guy is talking about. but that clarity only lasts a few moments before you start to shake with a chill you swear is bone-deep.

“get up, i’m gonna clean things up quick,” matthew orders casually, changing the paper liner on the table and throwing you some moist towelettes as you stagger off your perch. “clean yourself off good, ‘kay? i really don’t wanna get in trouble for—… hey, are you okay?”

your hands are shaking as you wipe your thighs and core clean of any traces, shivering beyond your control. matthew takes the towelettes from you, chucking them in the garbage. he tilts his head at you, concern suddenly palpable in his eyes.

"you—… you don’t look so good,” he says, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. when he pulls it away, you see the skin glisten. are you sweating? but it’s so cold. matthew pulls out his thermometer again, holding it between your eyes until it pulses. he pulls it back, eyes widening as he reads the temperature. “oh shit.”

"what?” you ask, rubbing your hands against your arms to try and generate some warmth. “what’s it say?”

"um. i—… i don’t know what’s going on,” he stammers, suddenly doe-eyed and nervous. it’s the most endearing he’s been thus far. something must be terribly wrong with you. “i think it’s probably just a fluke. maybe the thermometer’s broken. right? there’s no way it could be that high. you’d be dead. i’m—… i’m just gonna go get the doctor. he’ll know what to do! probably.”

“okay,” you reply. not much more you can say, especially with your teeth chattering.

"just, uh, sit back down and… um… rest, i guess. yeah, rest should help,” matthew says, quite clearly panicking. “and i’ll send the doctor in. and just, um, remember not to tell him what i let you do. please. i’d really appreciate that. if it comes up, ya know, just…”

“lie?” you suggest, plopping down onto the exam table as you continue to shiver furiously.

“yeah! exactly. you’ve got it,” he replies, rushing toward the door. “oh and the doctor has a med student interning with him today. is it okay to have him shadow your appointment?”

“sure,” you agree without hesitation. education is one of your core values, after all. even if you suddenly have a life-threatening fever to rival a volcano.

“awesome,” matthew says, throwing open the door. he glances back at you one last time, uneasiness written all over his pretty face. “hang in there.”

the door slams shut. really loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry.”

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sturniololuvz · 3 months ago

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you should do a fic about the video the sturniolos did with Sam and colby. y/n is 4 and maybe it's before or during the video and she tags along. I thought it'd be cute if she took a special liking to either sam or colby and wants to spend the whole time with them (if that makes sense loll)

“Y/N’s New Best Friend”

Sturniolos + sam&colby x sister

Warnings : none

The Sturniolo triplets were beyond excited to film with Sam and Colby. It was a big deal—collaborating with some of the biggest names in the paranormal world. But there was one little addition to the group that no one had expected: four-year-old Y/N.

“Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Matt asked, glancing down at his tiny sister, who was currently clutching a stuffed bunny and looking up at them with wide eyes.

“She’ll be fine,” Nick said, adjusting his camera settings. “She just wants to tag along.”

Chris crouched next to her. “You gonna be good, bug?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh!”

Sam and Colby arrived a few minutes later, greeting the triplets with handshakes and excited chatter. But as soon as Y/N spotted them, her attention zeroed in on one person—Colby.

She stared up at him in awe, big eyes blinking as she processed the new, very tall person in front of her. Then, without warning, she marched right up to him and grabbed his hand.

Colby looked down, surprised. “Oh. Hey there.”

Y/N beamed. “Hi! I like you.”

Chris snickered while Matt and Nick exchanged amused glances. Sam nudged Colby with a grin. “Dude, you got a fan.”

Colby chuckled, crouching down to her level. “Well, I like you too. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she said proudly. “Are you my new best friend?”

Chris put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Colby grinned. “I mean, I think we have to be now.”

Y/N nodded, completely serious. “Good.” And just like that, she refused to leave his side.

Throughout the whole filming process, Y/N stuck to Colby like glue. If they moved to a different location, she grabbed his hand. If he sat down, she climbed onto the couch next to him. At one point, when the group was setting up cameras, she tugged on his sleeve.

“Colby?”

He looked down. “Yeah?”

She lifted her arms up. “Pick me up, please.”

Sam and the triplets lost it. Colby, laughing, scooped her up effortlessly and rested her on his hip. “You’re really making me work today, huh?”

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. “Uh-huh.”

By the time the video was done filming, Y/N had completely claimed Colby as her own. When it was time for Sam and Colby to leave, she clung to his leg dramatically.

“Nooooo,” she whined. “Don’t gooooo.”

Colby pouted exaggeratedly. “I gotta, kiddo. But I’ll see you again, okay?”

Y/N sighed heavily, like this was the biggest tragedy of her young life. Then, with all the seriousness in the world, she reached into her little backpack and pulled out her stuffed bunny.

“Here,” she said, handing it to him. “So you don’t forget me.”

Everyone melted.

Colby grinned and ruffled her hair. “I could never forget you, bestie.”

And with that, the triplets knew they’d be hearing about “her friend Colby” for weeks.

Let me know if you want any changes!

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ericshoney · 6 months ago

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Blood Stain ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: As you are hanging out with Nick, Matt and Chris, you get up to grab a drink, only to realise you've left a period stain on the sofa.

Warnings: Possible swearing, blood, periods, crying, platonic nicknames, fluff.

"Nick hurry the fuck up or we're starting the movie without you!" Chris shouted.

Here you were sat on the sofa with Matt and Chris, waiting for Nick to change as it was your weekly movie night. You laughed as Chris shouted, hearing some sort of sarcastic response from Nick.

"How you feeling, sweetheart?" Matt asked you, as you waited for Nick.

"I'm okay, the cramps have gone away." You answered.

You had unfortunately started your period this morning. You never gave the guys the gross details, but the dates so if you were uncomfortable or snappy, they knew why.

Nick eventually came to join the three of you, making Chris cheer as he started the movie. You curled up with a blanket as the four of you got comfortable.

An hour into the movie you wanted a drink. You got up and walked over to the fridge to grab one, when Chris came up behind you.

Hey, not to make you panic or anything but you might want to go to the bathroom." He whispered.

You felt your eyes widen and your cheek heat up as you rushed to Matt's bathroom. As you closed the door and pulled down your joggers, you realised you had leaked, knowing you had now left a stain on their sofa.

"Hey, you okay in there, kid?" Chris called, knocking on the door.

"Uh could you grab my bag out of Nick's room please?" You responded.

"Yeah of course." He replied, shuffling off to get it.

A few minutes later, Chris returned, knocking again. You opened the door enough for him to pass you the bag before closing the door again. You got cleaned up and into some non-stained clothes, before heading back out.

Nick and Matt were now aware of what had happened but none of them were disgusted or freaked out.

"I'm sorry about the sofa." You apologised as you sat down again.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart, it happens." Nick said softly.

"I'll get the sofa cleaned." You responded.

"Don't worry, petal." Matt said, pulling you into a comforting hug.

You nodded as they reassured you it was okay and didn't make you feel horrible about your period.

"I'm just glad I'm not a girl. Those things are horrible." Chris said, making you laugh.

You all carried on watching the movie, forgetting what happened and having a good, chill night.

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bernardsbendystraws · 3 months ago

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✧ 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 ✧

⟢notes . . . SMUT. Matt the munch, body worship, cheating, and more. Pls ask and tag me to use as inspo. This was supposed to be a blurb, but it’s longer lol…

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You felt guilty, but you also felt so good.

His tongue is so warm, his mouth consuming you as he lays in between your legs. Every part of this is wrong. You shouldn’t have your best friend practically devouring you.

But, you just can’t help it. You feel yourself biting down on your lip, a slight pinch making you pull back to reality as you look down to see him drowning in a state of pure bliss.

“Tastes so damn - mmmmm…” Matt moans, unable to keep himself from lapping at your wet slick for even a second. You just taste so fucking good. He doesn’t understand how your boyfriend managed to forget about Valentine’s Day.

How could anybody not worship you?

“Matt, I - oh my god,” you screech. The feeling of his fingers prodding at your entrance making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You can feel him smiling against you, the pride making him even more cocky, his fingers barely brushing up against your inner walls as he torturously teases you.

“Yeah? Feels good, hm princess?” he husks. He gently grazes his teeth over you sensitive bud, rutting his hips even harder into the mattress as you let out a broken cry. You sound so perfect. You taste so perfect. Everything about this moment is euphoria to him, especially the way your hands are desperately gripping into his hair.

And not only is he teasing you, he’s teasing himself. All he wants is to ram his fingers deep inside of you, make you scream for him until you cry out of pleasure. His dick is painfully pulsing as he grinds into the mattress, sticky pre-cum leaking more and more from his throbbing tip. He’s going insane.

“Want my fingers? Hm?” he tuts, sloppily letting a string of saliva drip from his lips and down your slit. The wet sensation gliding down and to your entrance makes you clench around nothing. You let your hands pull at his hair even more, your mouth falling open as you feel him groan against you.

“Please.” The words push through your lips, your thighs tensing out of pure anticipation. You need him so bad. It feels like he’s been teasing you for centuries, kissing all over your body, massaging every inch of your skin, showering you with praises and compliments… he’s worshipping you.

Matt gently suctions his lips back to your clit. He’s slow and sloppy with his movements, the same way he was making out with you just minutes ago. You feel your stomach drop as he gently dips his fingers into your heat, curling them to push against that spot, making your back arch off the bed as you let out a strangled moan.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, his grin spreading further as he focuses on the way you’re clenching around his fingers already. He fucking loves this. The noises you’re making, the way you’re writhing… it's all because of him. It’s all for him.

As he flicks his tongue across your clit, he can’t help but let a muffled laugh vibrate against you, making your pitiful noises even louder.

He’s making sure you feel worshipped.

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gilbertscurls · 23 days ago

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no way out — matt sturniolo

You told yourself you weren’t going to do this.

Not again. Not after what happened last time—the late nights, the half-typed texts, the lingering glances that never turned into anything real. You promised yourself that you would stop chasing ghosts with good hair and better smiles. You swore off boys like Matt: warm-eyed, too charming for his own good, and unknowingly addictive.

But here you are. Again.

Watching his latest video for the fourth time. Not because he said anything groundbreaking, but because he laughed at something stupid and tilted his head just the way he always does, and now you’re clutching a pillow like a lovesick idiot in a high school movie.

You don’t even know him. Not really. You’ve exchanged a few DMs, liked each other’s stories, sent a couple of “you’re hilarious lol” type messages. But now you’re here, spiraling into full emotional investment like it’s your job. You know he had a girlfriend. You know they broke up. You know he was on tour, know every single of the surprises shown the fans.

You probably shouldn’t know that much. But you do. Because you’re in too deep.

Because somehow, without meaning to, he slipped under your skin.

You try to keep it casual—play the “cool girl” game, act like you’re not obsessively rechecking your phone whenever he posts something. But the truth is, he’s in your head. Occupying that weird little daydream space where he shows up at your door unannounced, eyes wide and heart full, saying something like “I don’t know what this is yet, but I know I want to find out with you.”

You imagine it more often than you’d like to admit. Him in his hoodie and beat-up sneakers, standing in your doorway with the same unsure smile he wears when he’s being vulnerable on camera. You picture the way his voice would drop when he said your name for the first time in person. How it would feel to hear it instead of read it.

You haven't even met him. Not really.

But you wake up in the middle of the night sometimes—phone face down on your nightstand, your room too quiet—and feel that dumb ache in your chest like something’s missing.

Like he's missing.

And that thought? That right there? That’s when you know you’re screwed.

Because it’s not just a crush anymore. It’s not just infatuation. It’s something warmer, deeper, and so much more dangerous. It’s standing at the edge of the diving board, knowing the water’s cold and probably too deep and still jumping anyway.

And it feels reckless.

And it feels right.

Because yeah, this might be the wrong thing. You might be a story he forgets. You might be another what-if he files away under “Nice girl, bad timing.”

But you’d rather be the mistake than the missed opportunity.

So when your phone buzzes at 1:12 a.m. with a message from Matt that just says:

“Can’t sleep. You up?”

You stare at it for a second, heart racing. Then, you reply.

“Yeah. Wanna talk?”

And you do.

About everything and nothing. About tour and old movies and why thunderstorms are underrated. And he laughs at your jokes, and calls you by name like it means something. And maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.

But in that moment, lying in bed in the dark, you realize you’re already in the deep end.

And you don’t want out.

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chukys-mouthguard · 7 months ago

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what are the odds? | part 4

matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters

social media au!

part 3

your.name.here

liked by alleyrempe, tybauer_, mattrempe and 304,509 others

your.name.here who let this Ranger step into Flames territory?

user30458 SHUT UP

user30458 HARD LAUNCH?!

-> user10295 wake up y’all she dropped a bomb for us today

-> user30458 I’m SCREAMING! Does this confirm they are a thing??

-> user50274 i still don’t understand them NOT tagging each other like why??

alleyrempe rain or shine we stampede 🤠

-> your.name.here benefit of the rain, no long lines 😂

-> alleyrempe not a benefit of the rain, everything else 😂

addison.clark country cuties 🥰

-> mattrempe she thinks my tractor’s sexy 😏

-> your.name.here absolutely not

-> mattrempe okay fine, just me, she thinks I’m sexy

liked by addison.clark

user30289 i was at stampede too! Wish i could’ve met you!

liked by your.name.here

user50389 i met you all at that concert!! I had the pink sparkly boots you said you wanted to steal 🙈

-> your.name.here on my gosh hi!! So good to meet you, and I still 100% want to steal those boots 👀

-> user50389 matt made me send him the link to buy them 🙊

liked by your.name.here

-> your.name.here knowing him he will forget…send it to me please?? 🫶🏼

mattrempe a lot of horses were saved this weekend

this comment has been deleted by your.name.here

your.name.here matthew rempe your sister is in these comments

-> mattrempe and she was also at stampede…

-> alleyrempe please don’t remind me 🙉

user53058 matt is getting bold in these comments 😂

-> user52048 but they keep deleting anything that could out them so it doesn’t make sense??

-> user42937 can you guys just accept that maybe they want a little privacy? Lol

liked by your.name.here and mattrempe

tybauer_ am i ever getting my hat back from you???

-> your.name.here I’ll give it to Calgary cowboy over here to give to you

liked by tybauer_

mattrempe

liked by alleyrempe, your.name.here, kandre.miller and 317,401 others

mattrempe calgary cowboy 🤠

user31048 not him using the nickname she literally called him in her post 😭🫶🏼

-> user42059 they have got to be trolling us at this point like…

alleyrempe i love that you conveniently left out the video we got of you line dancing

-> mattrempe yeah i conveniently forgot to post that, oh well

-> alleyrempe pretty sure i have it somewhere 🤔

-> mattrempe I’m gonna kill ty for sending that to you

-> tybauer_ she’s very persuasive dude 🫣

user30549 i need matt to wear blue jeans and a cowboy hat for the rest of his life 😍

-> your.name.here same! 🙊

tybauer_ thanks for the love with the last pic bro 🫶🏼

-> mattrempe should’ve changed it since you sent blackmail worthy videos to alley 🙄

-> tybauer_ relax, she wouldn’t dare

-> mattrempe have you met alley? 😂

your.name.here country boy i love youuuu 😜

this comment was deleted by your.name.here

user42058 SHUT UP, she commented i love you but it’s gone 😭

-> user30588 she was quoting a vine, relax hahaha

liked by your.name.here

your.name.here calgary cowboy needs a calgary cowgirl

-> mattrempe sorry, I’ve already got one little lady

-> your.name.here 😭😭😭

francesca.kreider can these calgary cuties come back to nyc already???

-> addison.clark i second that!

-> your.name.here I’ll be back soon, this town ain’t big enough for the two of us 🤪🤠

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liiixsturniolos · 28 days ago

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matt x reader where he gets a tattoo dedicated to reader, like an initial or something

BRANDED

★ matt gets a tattoo of you in a slutty spot, urging you find it on him.

SMUT: ☆ sub!matt I guess??? p in v,

You walk into the living room, throwing your body onto the couch like a ragdoll.

“'Sup darling?” Matt pouts, turning his head towards you.

You murmur some phoney excuse and crawl up to him, nuzzling your head into his big, tattooed arm.

“You have tattoos for all your brothers, your mom and dad, what about me?” you joke, pretending to be offended.

“Maybe I'll get one for you too.” he smiles, playing with your hair.

Nevertheless, weeks pass, you completely forget about this conversation. You're sat on Matts desk, reading through your emails.

Matt quietly comes in. He sits on his bed behind you and admires you.

“I have a suprise for you.” he blurts out, breaking the silence. “What is it?” you spin around in his chair excitedly.

“You'll have to find it.” he smirks.

You scoff, and quickly get to your feet. “Is it In this room?”

“Yes.” he answers.

You creep over to his shelf, and peer at it, hoping to see something out of the ordinary.

“Cold.” he chuckles

You turn around and go to the furthest corner of the room, and walk up to his closet. “Freezing.” he laughs,

You try near his bedside table, opening up the drawer.

“Still cold.”

Then the desk, “Chilly.” he tells you.

You're stumped. You just stand there In the middle of the bedroom. Until an idea sparks, him. It's on him. You immediately head for matt on the bed.

He grins, “Hot! Finally!”

Your eyes meet his, “So what's the suprise?”

He unbuckles his belt.

“Matt are you serious?” you say,

“No, no wait!” he chuckles, pulling down his pants and and folding over the waistband of his underwear.

He reveals something in ink. It's a spirally neat print, needled into his skin near his hip bone. It's your name.

Your eyes widen, in shock and pure delight. “No way..” you gasp,

Matt smiles up at you, proud of what he had done. “This is so hot.” you whine, leaning in close and pulling at the waistband of his underwear.

You pull them off. “Fuck Matt, such a slutty place to get my name.”

“Mhmm.. you like it.” he mutters,

“Fuck yeah.” you whisper in his ear, your lips trailing down to his neck, kissing and sucking on his soft skin.

Your legs wrap around his and you sit on his lap, pushing him down onto the bed. You keep glancing at the tattoo, how perfectly swirly the font was, how perfectly slutty the placement was, how perfectly gorgeous matt was looking.

He pulls down your lacy underwear mid kiss- needy and unable to resist you. You look into his bright blue eyes, “Let me ride you baby.” you whisper

“Yes, I need it.” he pleads, tugging at your hips to align them with his waist.

You buck against him, teasing him humping him bare before he can't take it and holds down your hips to push himself into you.

You moan quietly at the feeling of him sliding into you. Looking down to see his tattoo, situated above his dick next to his hip, a reminder of the fact you and him will be the only ones to see it.

You lazily rock yourself back and forth onto him, riding him gently. “Mmhm- feels g-g-good..” he stutters out, his breathing irregular and the room hot and sweaty.

The sounds of your skin colliding and moans from each of you are all that fill the room, with his loving eyes locked with yours.

You stroke his tattoo with your fingers, “Love that you're branded with my name now.” You say, in a low sultry tone, making him fold beneath you like your very own puppet.

A/N : okayy okayy I'm getting back into the hang of writing this was a vibe. It started out as fluff but I saw a smutty opportunity and jumped.

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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Seeking Forgiveness [Part Seven]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: I have finally gotten this update up for y'all! It's been written and sitting waiting for over a month, but now that I'm not trying to write holiday fics (though I might still write that Owen Sleater one), it's back to business as usual! Feedback is always appreciated!

Fidgeting with the beer bottle between his fingers, Matt wasn't paying much attention to the room around him. Which said a lot about his current focus considering how loud Josie’s bar was this evening with the crowd that had filled the space tonight. He also wasn't paying any attention to the conversation Foggy and Karen had struck up a while ago at their table about a client they'd met with earlier today. Because despite the fact that Matt was currently sitting with the pair of them drinking back his beer, his attention was entirely elsewhere this evening. On you a couple of blocks away in your apartment.

Admittedly there wasn’t very much that he could pick up on at this distance where he sat at Josie’s, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from trying to hear what he could–even if he knew he shouldn't be invading your privacy like this. It was already bad enough he always stopped by at the beginning and end of his patrols, always wanting to make sure things were alright. Though deep down he knew he kept doing it because he was desperate to feel connected to the pair of you somehow. He just couldn't seem to stay away despite that being what you seemed to want him to do.

His eyes narrowed in concentration behind the lenses of his glasses. It sounded like you were cleaning up whatever dinner you'd made in your kitchen, which made sense considering the hour. You usually ate around this time after work. As he listened to the faint sounds of dishes clinking together, he wondered what you’d made to eat tonight. You'd been craving pesto pasta like crazy but constantly kept forgetting to add the items to your grocery list. Something Matt only knew because of his new habit of lingering on your rooftop as Daredevil, not because you'd actually spoken to him recently and told him yourself. For which he kept chastising himself about doing, except he couldn't seem to stop eavesdropping.

Like right now.

Despite you making it clear you wanted nothing to do with him for the time being, he had tried calling you repeatedly in the hopes of finding a vastly healthier and less invasive way to stay connected with you, but you'd only answered once and it was to ask him to stop calling. You told him when you were ready to talk that you'd reach out to him. Which meant he hadn't tried to show up at your apartment as Matt Murdock, trying to respect your wishes. But that ultimately put him in a difficult position, because not communicating with you meant he couldn't prove himself to you–couldn’t prove how sorry he was for what he’d done. He'd been back and forth on that for the past two days, constantly feeling like the clock was ticking on him finding some way back into your life to show you that you and that baby were what he wanted.

An abrupt, loud snapping noise sounded directly in front of Matt’s face and he jumped in his chair, blinking rapidly a few times behind his glasses. The noise instantly had broken his concentration from his thoughts and your apartment, something that had taken him quite a few minutes to lock in on in the first place considering the distance.

“Matt, buddy, you in there?” Foggy asked.

Matt cleared his throat, forcing a smile onto his face at the sound of his friend's voice. Gradually and begrudgingly his attention and senses returned to the bar around himself.

“Yeah, sorry,” he replied. “Was just zoning out, I guess.”

“Thinking about her again, aren’t you?” Foggy solemnly asked.

“Kind of hard not to,” he muttered.

He felt Karen’s hand land gently on his shoulder before giving it a comforting squeeze. He glanced in her direction, sending the tense smile her way. Despite how much he'd screwed things up with you, and how much Foggy and Karen cared about you, they'd still been incredibly supportive of him. They'd even been understanding of his initial angry outburst at the office for which Matt had guiltily apologized for numerous times by now.

"She's doing alright," Karen assured him. "Though I'm guessing you already know that."

Matt ducked his head, awkwardly running a hand across his mouth as he felt the guilt burn within him. There was no point in denying it. You had to have already figured it out yourself when he'd left that stuffed narwhal at your apartment after you'd gone back to sleep the other night. It wasn't as if he'd expected that to make you feel any differently about him, but he hoped you knew that he was still here. Still around. Still thinking about the both of you. Still wanting the both of you.

"Yeah, I stop there at night," Matt admitted awkwardly. "Not for long," he lied, "just enough to know things are alright. That she doesn't need anything. And to uh…hear the heartbeat."

Truthfully it had become his new favorite sound, even more than the beat of your own familiar heart. It was muffled but strong, faster than the usual heartbeats he heard all day long.

"Have you tried just showing up?" Foggy asked curiously. "You know, the way people usually do, not the way you usually do? Just to see what would happen?"

Matt shrugged, shifting in his chair. "I've thought about it," he answered. "I'm just always torn between respecting her boundaries and wanting to show her that I'm still here for her. That I want to be. But I'm always afraid if–” he paused, wincing as the thought crossed his mind. “I'm afraid if I do, it'll only upset her more. Push her away from me even further.”

Karen hummed in thought beside Matt. The sound caught his attention, his head tilting a bit to the side towards her. The noise almost sounded like one of disagreement.

“What?” Matt asked.

“I think,” Karen began carefully, “that she's actually a bit conflicted.”

Matt's attention focused entirely on Karen now as he straightened in his chair. His brows rose up curiously onto his forehead, eager for her to elaborate.

“Conflicted?” he asked curiously. “Conflicted how? About what? Me?”

“Yes,” Karen answered with a faint nod. “I mean she obviously still loves you, Matt. That doesn't just disappear overnight. Ideally I think she'd want you to be raising the baby with her from the way she talks. Going through all of this with her. But she's still hurt. And she's scared. And she, well, obviously still doesn't believe her and the baby would be a priority to you.”

Matt twisted in his seat, fully facing Karen. “So what're you saying?” he pressed.

He heard the way the air shifted as Karen shrugged beside him. Her lip suddenly caught between her teeth where she lightly chewed it for a moment. The pause was killing Matt, his hand tightening around the neck of his beer bottle.

“I'm saying I think you should find an excuse and show up at her place,” Karen eventually replied. She held up a finger as she quickly amended, “As Matt, not you-know-who. Don't push her boundaries, just show up long enough to show her you're still here, like you’ve been wanting to do. That you're not giving up. I think she needs that more than she's letting on to you. Maybe…find some sort of way to show her you're trying to be a supportive future father and partner.”

“Okay,” Matt mused, running a frustrated hand through his hair and mussing it as his thoughts began to race. “Okay,” he repeated. “So don't show up with apology flowers. Noted.”

“No, but maybe bring her something else that might help her,” Karen suggested lightly. “Something that might be useful during her pregnancy. To show her you're serious about things with her and the baby.”

“Oh!” Foggy exclaimed, excitedly slapping a hand to the table. “Like an excuse to just show up and see her because you're dropping something off!”

Matt sighed deeply, swiveling back around in his seat. He leant his elbows onto the uneven wooden table as he began to rub his palms together in thought. What could he possibly bring you that might be useful for your pregnancy? Something you might actually be grateful for and need? That wouldn't make you curse him from daring to darken your apartment door?

This was something he'd have to give some thought to tonight.

Willing your mind to quiet, you lay on your side beneath the sheets of your bed which you'd tugged up to your chin. It was a little after one in the afternoon and you'd been hoping to take a brief nap after lunch, something you couldn't do during the weekdays because of work. Your body usually wanted to give up once this time of day hit, probably partly because of pregnancy fatigue but also because you hadn't been sleeping well lately.

It was damn near impossible to get comfortable when you laid down even though your stomach wasn't quite that large yet. But the hormones in your body responsible for relaxing your muscles and ligaments during pregnancy were also responsible for the fact that sleeping on your side killed your hips and knees far more than side sleeping ever had in the past. You didn't just wake up to pee or possibly vomit now, sometimes you just ached horribly and couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep in. Which often led to your mind racing and keeping you awake for part of the night.

Truth be told though, everything on your body hurt lately. You often had headaches–another perk of early pregnancy–along with constant back and hip pain. Your breasts were still quite sensitive and tender, too. The one bright spot through it all this week had been an appointment you had coming up with your obstetrician. The one where you could get your blood drawn and in another week or so, you'd know whether your little devil would be a boy or a girl. It had been on your mind all week, your excitement barely contained and adding to your inability to sleep.

Trying to push the thought of the baby's sex from your mind, you squeezed your eyes a bit tighter shut. The light from the sunny afternoon was still slipping in past your blinds, making your room almost too bright. The sounds of the city traffic bustling below your apartment weren't helping right now, either.

But it was an unexpected knock at your apartment door that had your eyes inevitably flying back open.

Raising your head from the pillow hesitantly, you blinked hard a few times. You hadn't been expecting anyone to stop by today. Brows knitted together, you pushed the sheets off of yourself and ran a hand over your eyes. Moving slowly along the bed, you gradually pushed yourself upright and set your feet on the floor, noticeably moving slower than if you hadn't been almost eleven weeks pregnant.

Rising to your feet, you sluggishly made your way out of your bedroom and down the hall. Stopping in front of your door, you undid the locks before turning the handle and pulling it open. The sight of Matt standing before you in one of his fitted tee-shirts with an awkward smile on his face took you by surprise. Your eyes widened as you felt your own pulse increase at the unexpected appearance of him. Gaze dropping down, you saw he was carrying an almost comically large shopping bag in his left hand.

“Matt, what are you doing here?” you asked, one hand gripping the door tighter. “I thought I–I asked you to give me space for now?”

“Yes, you did,” he replied awkwardly, that smile on his face growing more nervous. “But I…I really don't want to stay away because I was still hoping you could give me a chance. To prove how sorry I am.”

Shoulders dropping at his words, you lightly blew out a breath. “Matt–”

“Hear me out, please,” he begged, cutting you off.

An earnest look crossed his face as his dark brows drew together above his glasses. Lips pressing together, you released the door from your grip and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Fine, talk,” you demanded.

“Look, I–I know you want me to stay away,” he began in a rush, as if he was afraid that you wouldn't give him enough time to explain himself before you slammed the door in his face. “And I want to respect that, I do. But I can't walk away from the both of you. I can't . I won't abandon my child and I won't abandon you. I want to prove how sorry I am to you, sweetheart. I want to prove that you can depend on me, that I want this. Because I do.”

“Matt, I already told you that I'd let you have a relationship with your child,” you reminded him. “I'm not telling you to abandon them.”

He shook his head quickly, his hand readjusting on the plastic bag he was holding. It crinkled loudly in his grip and briefly caught your eye again, making you wonder what the hell was in the bag. But when he spoke again, your attention returned to his face.

“You might not see it that way,” Matt countered, still shaking his head, “but to me it's no different. And I won't walk away from you or my own child.” His face grew more solemn as he added softly, “You know me, sweetheart. You know how I grew up, how it affected me. All I'm asking is that you just…just give me a chance to make amends. I made a massive mistake and I hurt you. I was an asshole and I want to fix things. So just…can you at least consider giving me that chance? Please?”

Inhaling a deep breath, your eyes scanned over his anxious, pleading face. Your heart had dropped in your chest the second he'd mentioned his past. Because of course you knew how Matt had felt abandoned by what his father had done, willingly going and getting himself killed when he won that fight instead of losing it which ultimately left Matt alone in the world. You also knew how he'd formed a bond with Stick, his mentor who'd abandoned him the moment Matt displayed his care for the man. You also knew about his toxic relationship–the only other he'd ever had–where his ex had abandoned him because he wouldn't kill his father's murderer. And then of course, you knew how much pain he'd felt when he learned that his mother had been a nun at the orphanage he grew up in, making him feel unwanted because he'd only accidentally overheard the truth as a grown man years later.

Matt Murdock struggled with feeling unloved and unwanted because of his abandonment issues from almost every important figure in his life. And now he was afraid he'd be condemning this child to a similar trauma. The thought of that caused your heart to twist tight in your chest.

“I'll think about it,” you answered quietly.

“Thank you,” Matt replied in relief, his expression visibly relaxing.

Your eyes dropped back down to the large bag in his hand, your head tilting to the side as you curiously studied it. Matt let out a nervous huff of a laugh as he shifted on his feet. He extended the bag out towards you and your brows jumped up onto your forehead.

“I uh, I brought you something,” Matt said, his tone returning awkward.

For a moment you just stared at the bag in his outstretched hand, unsure what to make of him bringing you anything right now. Slowly and hesitantly you reached out, grasping onto the handles of the bag. Though you let out a surprised gasp when Matt let go and the weight of its contents startled you, almost causing you to drop it entirely. Your other hand darted out, grabbing onto the bag and catching it before it could slip from your grasp. Drawing it towards yourself, you peered inside.

“It's a pregnancy pillow and a weighted blanket,” Matt explained, running his now free hand across the back of his neck. “I know you have had trouble sleeping lately and I thought they'd help. The weighted blanket should help relax you and the–the pregnancy pillow should help with body pain and the weight of your belly when you're farther along. I actually spent a while researching them. Who knew there were so many shapes?” He chuckled nervously, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck. “Figured this one would work the best for how you sleep–or, how I remember you always sleeping, at least.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared back at Matt, the heavy bag still held in your hands. While the gift was thoughtful and sweet, there was only one explanation as to why he'd brought these particular items which were meant to help you sleep, especially when you'd had a hard time doing exactly that lately.

“Have you been spying on me again, Matt?” you questioned in disbelief.

He hung his head immediately, his shoulders dropping at the accusation. You already knew the answer before he even said a word and your mouth fell open wider.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't,” he apologized shamefully. “I know I shouldn't. But I mainly just check in first thing when I go out at night and–and then once more before I go home. To make sure you're safe and alright because I worry. And I–” he broke off, nervously chewing his bottom lip. “I like to listen to the baby's heartbeat,” he confessed quietly.

Something about the way he'd admitted that last bit had disarmed you. That wasn't what you expected him to say and you momentarily felt your heart soften to him. But your upset about him eavesdropping on you soon washed back over you again, your hands curling tight around the bag.

“I don't like that, Matt,” you warned him. “That makes me uncomfortable knowing my ex is listening in to whatever I'm doing in here and I don't know about it.”

Matt nodded solemnly in response. “I understand, I do. I'll try my best to refrain, but if something brings me nearby at night I…admittedly have a hard time not picking up on things.” He shrugged faintly, his covered gaze still downcast. “I'm just tuned into you and it's sort of a habit by now after how much time we've spent together.”

An awkward silence settled over the both of you at his explanation, the pair of you standing there wordlessly. You weren't about to invite Matt inside–especially not after just learning that –but you could also tell he clearly didn't want to go, either. Though after a moment he shifted his weight between his feet before he glanced up in your direction once again. His lips were twisted downwards at the corners, guilt and sadness barely hidden on his face. You fought to ignore the urge to draw him into a hug at the sight.

“I'll let you go, I can tell my visit isn't exactly what you want, but can you think about what I asked?” he questioned. “About giving me a chance to prove myself?”

Blowing out a breath, you slowly nodded. “I'll think about it,” you told him softly, “but I'm not making any promises, Matt.”

He shot you a tense smile, nodding his head once as he took a step back into the apartment building hallway. Something tugged at your heart knowing he was leaving, but you quickly tried to ignore that feeling, too.

“Hope those help,” he murmured, briefly gesturing to the bag.

Without another word, Matt turned and made his way down the hallway and back towards the elevator at the far end, his cane tapping lightly along the floor. You watched his retreating form for a moment before you forced your eyes away. You didn't know quite what to make of his surprise visit.

Closing the door of your apartment, you locked it again before dragging the heavy bag back to your bedroom. You were still tired and had every intention of attempting that nap despite the unexpected interruption, and admittedly you were curious about the items Matt had brought you. Would they actually help you fall asleep?

It was a few minutes before you'd managed to unpackage the incredibly soft, gray weighted blanket and spread it over your bed. You'd put the pregnancy pillow up on the bed underneath the blanket afterwards before you'd climbed up onto the mattress and slipped beneath the blanket. Immediately you wrapped your legs around the pillow and snuggled up to it, feeling the pain in your hips instantly lessen in this position. You sighed in relief, letting your eyelids gently drop as you felt the weight of the blanket relaxing you, just as Matt had claimed it would.

With a soft, contented hum, you nuzzled into your pillow and felt that wave of exhaustion begin to overtake you. But as you lay there waiting for sleep, you couldn't help but imagine it was the weight of Matt's arms wrapped around you, comfortably sinking you further into the mattress. And if you kept your eyes closed and tried hard enough, you could imagine it was Matt's thick thigh that your legs were wrapped around, wedged between yours just like you'd slept many nights in the past with him.

Which was how you finally found yourself drifting comfortably to sleep–imagining you were safe in Matt’s arms, the place you so desperately missed being.

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lucvly · 1 year ago

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can you do hcs of being chris’ gf and also matt’s and nick’s bff

— being chris’ girlfriend + matt and nick’s best friend. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: fluff, cursing, suggestive, not proofread.

a/n: i love this omg?? keep feeding into my delusions please and thank you.

— most times, you help them film their videos. you’re not really in them but they all love it when you’re their camera girl.

— when you’re at their house, you have to hang out in chris’ room, otherwise nick and matt are constantly talking to you.

— sometimes you’ll be in the pool with nick and forget your phone around the house, then when chris comes home looking for you, he just finds you out with nick. (“jesus, i thought you got kidnapped or something.” “by your brother, yeah.”)

— movie nights with chris start off normally, just you two cuddling on his bed and watching a random movie you picked out, but somehow nick and matt end up crashing it. chris gets so pissed because they’re interrupting your date but you have to reassure him that it’s fine.

— you’re always in their photo dumps LMFAOO. most of the time, their comments are filled with “spot y/n challenge go.”

— you and chris can’t have a proper date in his house because nick and matt always crash it. so you end up having to hang out at your place or coming up with outside date ideas (museums, picnics, etc.)

— one time you and chris were making out in his room, you were straddling his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands were on your waist— then suddenly, a loud scream from the door. shit. matt.

— “the door wasn’t even open.” “well it definitely wasn’t shut either, kid.” “shut the fuck up matt.” “dumbass.” “what did you say?”

— sometimes you and chris peacefully fall asleep on call, then you wake up at 3 am because matt stole his phone. he ends up begging you to go to the gas station and get slushies. you do.

— you three have a groupchat LMFAOO chris hates it because matt, nick and you always gang up on him.

— whenever they get in arguments with each other, it’s possibly the worst day of your life. all three of them tell you their side of the argument. (of course you side with your boyfriend, but you appreciate their trust in you LMFAOO.)

— you’ll get calls at midnight from matt asking you to get rid of chris because he’s being extremely annoying. followed up by a call from chris telling you to not listen to matt.

— you go with them on tour obviously. you and chris sleep together despite both of you having your own little bed.

— i feel like chris would be the clingiest boyfriend ever gn, especially if you’re best friends with his brothers LMFAOO.

— you’re always hanging around his house without him even knowing it. this one time he was out for whatever reason and when he came back he found you and matt in the backyard playing pokemon go. safe to say he was confused.

— on a certain occasion, you and chris were baking cookies. after you took them out of the oven, you left them out on the counter to cool down— big mistake. when you came back five minutes later, the cookies were long gone. chris was pissed.

— whenever chris wants to plan some grand gesture or big date, his brothers help him 110%. on one of your anniversaries he filled your room up with balloons and chocolates. like, on an insane level. after the whole celebration you had to call and thank nick and matt for the help.

— despite them denying it, matt and nick think your relationship is so cute. they’re your #1 fans honestly.

— ^ which means they take pictures of you all day every day. chris sends you random ass pictures of you two it’s so funny. (“look at the pic matt took of us lol” “when did he even take that hello????” “idk but we look so cute”)

— chris is head over heels for you and he loves that you have such a good relationship with his brothers. it makes everything a lot easier since you can tag along to trips, tour, and just be with him a lot more.

— whenever chris posts you on social media, he posts the cutest couple pictures. however, the comments always include matt and nick with something along the lines of (“PARENTS” “you’re both disgusting” “get a ROOM”)

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