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goldenlikedayl1ght · 6 months

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moon song - m. murdock

a/n: oh boy. uh. thanks for all the love on my last fic, so i decided to give you an incredibly angsty fic. this one is for all my male readers but honestly i want everyone to read it so. as always, reblogs, feedback and comments are always appreciated! warnings: internalized homophobia, cursing, infidelity, angst, hurt/no comfort, casual homophobia (teasing not anything insane) catholic guilt and symbolism, bisexual karen page, i'm not an elektra anti, making out, alcohol to cope, reader has a lot of coming out moments word count: 3.4k summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you? pairing: matt murdock x male!reader now playing: moon song - phoebe bridgers "and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands"

You’re in Josie’s when they realize. It’s like any other night, Foggy to your left, Karen to your right, as you watch Matt and Elektra play pool together. You take another swig of your whiskey, and tap your fingers on the glass, desperately attempting to try and listen to what Karen and Foggy were laughing about.

Two more weeks. That’s all you have to do.

In two weeks, Matt and Elektra will be married, and that’ll be that. They’ll live forever in their New York penthouse, fighting criminals and having beautiful children. That is their fate, and you’ll give your best man speech at their wedding.

All will be well, and you can bury your feelings deep down under alcohol and other women. No one will ever know what you really think of the happy couple.

You’re happy when Matt beats her at pool and they head back over to your table, where they absolutely hang over each other.

“We’re gonna head out.” Elektra says, a slightly drunken smile on her face. Matt hums and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Meeting with the florist tomorrow.” Matt tells you all.

“I’m going to grab another drink,” You announce, and look at them. “One for the road?” Matt smiles at you, and for a moment, you think he must know.

“I’ll come grab one with you.” He turns to Elektra to ask if she wants one, but she shakes her head.

“I have to finish this one.”

So, you and Matt head over to the bar, his hand on your arm. You wonder if he knows.

“You seem distracted,” he tells you, and you figure you’re caught.

“Just working on my best man speech. It’s all up here.” You tap your forehead. You order two shots for the pair of you and take them quickly with your best friend. “Getting excited?”

“Yeah, it’s just kind of crazy. I’m nervous, is all.. And she seems to be totally fine with the whole thing.”

You bite back a bitter comment about both of their commitment issues.

“I think she’s just as nervous as you are.”

“I can hear heartbeats. Trust me, she’s not.”

“But you’re in love with her, right?”

If you weren’t so drunk, maybe you would catch his moment of hesitation.

“Yeah.”

“Then what more do you need?”

“You’d marry someone just because you’re in love with her? That’s all you need?”

Not just someone. You know who you’d marry.

“That’s all I need, Matty. You think too much. Have another shot.” He laughs at this and pats your shoulder.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“Says you, I’m a bachelor, still.”

“So am I—For the next two weeks.”

“And yet,” a voice says behind you, “You’re still accounted for.” Elektra says, approaching the pair of you at the bar.

You both turn to her. You’re drunk enough so you don’t tense.

She hands Matt his jacket, and they link arms. Jealousy fills your mouth, and it tastes like venom.

“Elektra.” You smile and nod to her.

She says your name before adding, “Have a goodnight.”

“Goodnight.. Get home safe, Matt.” You say, smiling at them as they leave.

You turn back to the bar, where your smile falters. You take a seat, resting your head in your hands. You’re not drunk. That’s not what this is. When you look up, Josie is there and hands you another whiskey on ice and sends you this knowing wink.

Your face burns, and you nurse your drink. What did she know about your life? You only spent every Friday and sometimes Saturdays here. You sit there in your pity for a while, thinking about it all. You’ll plan a vacation for when they get home from their honeymoon. You’ll fuck someone you’ll never see again and by the time you get back home, you’ll be over it.

You’ll be the godfather to their first child; Matt will be the best man at your own wedding. You’ll live the rest of your life with this deep dark secret that no one, not even your best friend, will ever know.

Except, you forget that Karen and Foggy are in the bar too. They slide into the seats next to you and just look at you for a while.

“I might be tipsy, and I might not have super senses, but I can tell you’re looking at me. What is it?” You finally pick your head up and look at them.

“I figured it out.” Karen says.

You’re too drunk for this.

“Figured what out, Miss Page?” You ask.

“Me too,” Foggy adds. “And to think, you almost had us.”

“What?”

“The bachelor life. The one-night stands. The constant rotating door of girlfriends because you can’t have the one you actually want.” She continues.

You feel sick. How did they know?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, as neutrally as possible but it comes out defensive.

Then Foggy says it.

“You’re in love with Elektra.”

And you stop. They think they have you. Then, you start laughing. Like a crazy person, like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. God, it’s so dumb. You’re just that good at hiding it.

“Nice try, guys.”

“We saw the way you were looking at her while they were playing pool! That’s why you’ve been acting so weird since they got engaged.” Foggy reasons. You know what it looks like.

You took another sip.

“That’s because I’m not in love with her,” Elektra is intelligent, beautiful, and funny. Anyone would be lucky to have her, you’re sure. But you hate that she’s happy for another reason. “It’s because I’m in love with Matt.”

• • •

You’re nineteen years old. You work at a pizza place between semesters, with Matt often coming to visit you. You’re best friends, and he likes to come in, grab a slice and a diet coke, have you take your break with him, and then leave.

One day, he’s late to do this routine and an older coworker says to you, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Your face burns.

“He’s not my boyfriend, asshole! I’m not gay, I wouldn’t ever dream of it!” You had said, a story you’ve told others and yourself so many times that it doesn’t feel like a lie anymore.

Matt walks in a few minutes later.

The truth is, if you’re honest with yourself, you’ve had feelings for Matt for a long time. Ever since you met him at church one Sunday, you’ve felt this need to be closer to him, to be with him all the time.

You knew what it was then, just like you know now. And just like now, you hated yourself for it.

But it got worse over the years, in a way that you just couldn’t push down like you had done for so many other people.

You became a nurse and when Matt became Daredevil, he used this fact to his advantage. And for a long time before this, you were able to keep how you felt about him at bay. You were able to just be his best friend, and nothing more.

But he crawled into your window one night, drunk on pain and whimpered as he asked you to stitch him up. By the time you were done, he laid there half naked on your couch, and your hands were covered in his blood.

You felt guilty for wanting him while he lay there, wounded. But in another way, you felt baptized, relieved that you were allowing yourself to accept a truth that you had denied for so many years.

And it got worse from there.

After admitting to yourself that you had feelings for him, it became prevalent that there was no going back.

You stopped by the office for lunch this one time and you walked into his office to see him lounging casually at his desk, tie half undone, sleeves rolled up, and hair slightly disheveled. You scolded yourself for being so into him.

And then he got back together with Elektra.

For a while, you figured this was a good thing. A great thing, even. Matt would date Elektra and you could move on, maybe admit to yourself that you liked guys and start dating more of them.

And it worked, for a little bit. It was easier to not love him when he was around Elektra because of how obviously happy he was with her.

Then they got engaged.

You were so angry at yourself for letting it happen, so angry at yourself for not saying anything, angry at him for not noticing, angry at him for not wanting you.

So, you started to date other girls.

And this is how you lived for so long, dating women you didn’t like in favor of burying the immense love you felt for your best friend. Until last week, when you broke up with your girlfriend because you just couldn’t take it anymore.

There would be no telling Matt, sure, but there would be no telling anyone how in love with him you were, there would just be you, coming out and dating men that eased the longing for him.

Until that night at the bar, when Foggy and Karen catch you in this vulnerable state.

They walk you home from the bar that night, as you slip into a drunker and drunker mind. You won’t remember anything after that confession in the morning.

Karen hands you your pajamas and a glass of water. She helps you into bed and holds you as you cry.

“Will he ever know how much I love him?” You ask, drunk and in a different pain Matt was in that night you stitched him up.

Karen shushes you gently and tells you she’ll call you in the morning.

You don’t remember saying that in the morning. All you know is that you’ve made an immeasurably stupid mistake by telling them.

• • •

On Monday, you have off because you worked a 12-hour shift the night before.

Foggy sends you a text asking you to bring them dinner while they work on some cases.

You oblige, ready to push down your feelings until the next time you’re drunk.

But when you get there, you don’t see Matt. You assume he’s in another room, grabbing coffee. You hold up their dinner.

“Hey guys, I brought Chinese.” You tell them, sitting at the table after handing them the bag. You lean back in your seat, keeping your cool.

“Why didn’t you tell us you’re in love with Matt?”

You snap back up.

“I’m sorry, can you be a little more discrete, considering the man has super hearing?!”

Karen rolls her eyes.

“He’s not here. He left a little while ago to go pick up his tux.”

Your jaw clenches, jealousy sewing the hinges shut.

“I didn’t even realize you were into guys.” Foggy says.

“That was intentional. I never really.. developed feelings for any other guys. Matt is just..” You look down at the chopsticks you’ve been twirling in your fingers. “I just see him and there’s nothing I want more than to just have him, nothing more than to just beg him to want me.”

Karen and Foggy both know the feeling.

Because it’s no secret that Matt is this alluring force of nature especially when it comes to his charisma and determination. Everyone either wants him or wants to be him, and its why Elektra is so perfect for him. They’re similar people.

And who are you? Some nurse who can’t even admit when he’s got it bad for his friend.

“You should tell him before the wedding.”

You scoff at the idea.

“And ruin our friendship? Ruin his wedding day? I’d rather see him happy and oblivious than lose him completely.”

But Karen and Foggy know you well and can see how this is starting to wear on you. You’re losing yourself grieving something that could never have been.

“You owe it to him and to yourself.”

“I don’t. I know you guys’ care, and I appreciate it. But there isn’t anything to do. Matt and Elektra are going to get married because they love each other and that’ll be that.” You tell them. “Matt won’t ever know how I feel, and I’ve made peace with that. He wouldn’t want me and I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“But how do you know—” Karen starts, but you cut her off.

“Matt’s never expressed any interest in men, and to my knowledge he’s never been with any.”

Then, Foggy says something that haunts you.

“That’s what we thought about you before Friday.”

And it rattles within you, all throughout your body and your brain.

It stays with you throughout the night, and into the next day.

You can’t get it out of your head.

Maybe you could tell him. Just tell him and add on if he doesn’t feel the same, to forget you ever said anything.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself hope.

You lay in bed that night and fall asleep thinking about it. About if he’ll say yes, if he’ll kiss you like you wanted him to.

You spend days with this thought, with it rattling around. One day you wake up and are greeted by your calendar and see that the wedding is the next day.

You’re sick with nausea at the thought and realize how horrible of an idea it would be to tell him.

You pretty much spend all day, sick, staring at your suit and thinking about how horrible it would be to watch Matt get married to someone who isn’t you. In the church where you met. Not even knowing how much you want him.

You contemplate your options.

You could go to Elektra, beg her to call off the wedding and let you have him.

You could fake being sick, leave the country and block his number.

You could tell Matt the truth.

You opt to call Karen.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say, this vulnerability in your voice that you wouldn’t show normally.

“Oh..” She says your name softly. “Do you love him?” She asks.

“Karen..”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. You know I do.”

“Then tell him that.”

“What if he wants nothing to do with that?”

“Then at least you know.”

And then you ask her the real question that terrifies you.

“What if he does?”

“What?”

“What if he wants me like I want him? What do I do then?”

She wants to ask you, who cares? If Matt wants you just as desperately as you want him, what matters after that? But she felt this way towards Matt Murdock once, so she knows how horrible it is. And she’s fallen in love with women she can’t have before, so she understands.

“Then let yourself be happy.” Is her answer.

• • •

The day of the wedding comes.

You think you might be more nervous than either of them.

You sit with Foggy and Matt in the basement of the church, sipping a whiskey. Matt has his scotch, and Foggy has his rum. The lot of you have rather distinguished tastes.

Matt looks so fucking good. Your heart races. Foggy sees your nervous look and finishes his drink, clearing his throat.

“I’m gonna go check in with Marci and see how everything’s going so far. We have to be up there in ten.” He reminds you. He turns and leaves.

You’re with Matt, alone in your feelings. He’s fixing his cuffs and tilts his head towards you.

“Why is your heart racing?” He grins. “I’m the one getting married.” You say nothing. You take another sip of your drink.

“You’re reading it all wrong.” You tell him. And that isn’t a lie. You’re on the verge of saying it.

“Whatever,” He chuckles. “Help me with my bowtie, please?” He hands you the untied bowtie and you take it. You take it and step towards him.

Your hands are shaking as you wrap the bowtie around his neck and tie it, with this gentleness reserved for only those who truly know you. You can feel his breath against your skin. It’s enough to make you lose your mind. Your fingers fumble with his bowtie, and when you’re done, you straighten it out a bit. He looks really good. He’s yet to close his suit jacket and put on his glasses, but he will soon.

“Matt..” You say softly. “You know I feel about you, right?”

He pauses.

“You’re my best friend.” He hums. “Of course, I do.”

Your hands rest on his shoulders. Your fingers twitch.

“No, It’s more than that.” You tell him. “I love yo—” You’re unable to finish your confession.

Because Matt is kissing you, his hands on your sides, and pushing you against the church basement wall. You melt into the kiss, your hands going up to cup his chin. You feel this swell inside of you, like your prayers have been answered.

Kissing this man you love; you’ve never felt closer to God.

He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and pressing his body against yours, ruining your perfectly unwrinkled suit.

He kisses you for a few moments more.

Then, he pulls away, but you bring him back for another one by his collar, and he happily obliges. Your hand goes up to the nape of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. Then, he pulls away again.

“That was…”

He stands breathless before you.

“I know.” He finishes.

“What happens now?”

He has this confused look on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do we do next?” To you, it’s so obvious. He should go find Elektra, call everything off, figure out what it would look like to be in a relationship with you. He should say I love you back.

“I’m going to go upstairs and get married.” He says, like it should be the obvious answer.

“What? But you just—”

“I know what I did, but… I can’t…”

“You can’t? You just did.” You defend.

He grabs his glasses where he set them on the coffee table earlier.

“I’m sorry, but we just.. We can’t.”

“No! Not we, there is no we, right now, You can’t! I have been waiting for that for years and you kiss me like that, and you decide you can’t?” You spit out.

He nods.

“You’re right.” For a moment, you live in a world where you’ve convinced him. “There is no we.” He says and turns to the door to leave. You follow him, and before he can open the door, you’re grabbing him, turning him around. Your lips are against his as if to beg him to change his mind. He lets you think you’ve convinced him.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you whisper it out.

“I love you.” You say. “Please, don’t…”

He wants you to ask him not to get married. You won’t. He’d say no anyways.

He steps away from you, buttons up his suit jacket, fixes his bowtie and puts on his glasses.

“Come on, we have to go.” He tells you. He turns and steps out, grabbing his cane on the way.

He leaves you longing for more.

He might not ever give it to you, you realize.

The ceremony is beautiful, and these two will be happy together. It kills you. You watch your best friend get married after kissing him, and something in you is breaking all the while. You were wrong. You should have told him earlier, you should have gotten over your fears, you should have kissed him so long ago.

You book a flight to the Bahamas for two weeks and take off work or as much time as you can. You just can’t watch the happy newlyweds. It’ll break you even more than it already is.

But at least you and Matt are still friends, right? That’s what this was all about? Keeping him in your life, even if it meant not having him in the way you wanted? You’re willing to give up your happiness if it means he’ll stay in your life.

You’re frustrated, too, especially because the kiss did nothing to deter your attraction, it just makes you want him in such a way that makes you sick.

You’re in love with Matt Murdock and he knows it.

It’s a shame his wife doesn’t.

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courtforshort15 · 1 year

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Not the Same

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GNReader

Word Count: 2900ish

Summary: You don't like her, this woman who enters his life just as suddenly, just as savagely as she leaves it. You know Matt is deserving of so much more than she gives him, and it breaks your heart.

Warnings: none really. Slight angst with a happy ending.

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You don't like her.

In fact, you hate her.

You know hate is a strong word; one reserved for the most vile of people, the ones who hurt and maim and destroy innocent, unsuspecting lives. Ones who take take take, without giving anything in return.

But honestly, hate is exactly what you feel for her, and it takes years for the feeling to go away.

It takes years for the curse she leaves behind to slowly begin healing. She is a glacier; cold and stubborn and incapable of sustaining life in the cracks and crevices between sheets of ice. Years go by before things unfreeze, though the process is slow even then.

It's not the fact that she makes Matt happy, or the fact that Matt is so clearly in love with her, as much as it pains you to admit, loathing the way it's her and not you tucked into his side and under his arm. It's the fact that she hones in on every one of his vulnerabilities, every one of his insecurities, and exploits them. You struggle watching the two of them together, aching with the thought that Matt deserves love and happiness and good things.

Because Elektra, despite her designer clothes and polished accent and sharp, all-knowing smile, isn't a good thing.

You don't hate her in the beginning. You certainly aren't a fan, but given that you've never seen Matt smile so much, you force yourself to at least give her a half-hearted chance. You give her several chances, if you're being honest. Several chances to prove she's not as awful as she seems to be at first sight, several chances to prove how much she loves him, several chances to be a positive thing in his life.

But she's doesn't take those chances, doesn't even acknowledge them, and you hate her for it.

You find yourself wishing, praying for her to be better than she is. You need her to be better than she is. At least then Matt would be with someone who almost deserves him, someone who is almost as good as him. Loving this man from afar rips your heart to shreds, nothing but blood and scraps of muscle held loosely in your hand, but at least you would be able to rest easier if you knew that someone was taking care of and loving him the way that he needs.

Instead, you are left with the knowledge that she is not worthy of him, and you hate her for taking this man's heart, knowing he could have the world if he asked for it. You don't know Elektra well, but you've observed her enough that you know she would never be willing to give it to him.

But you would.

You’d give him every damn corner of the universe, every strategically arranged atom that could make up anything he could ever want, and you’d kneel at his feet while placing it into his gentle hands.

She is selfish, and she yanks him along for this ride of hers, uncaring of any sort of trouble she could lead him into as she amuses herself. He follows her so willingly, to your ever-present misery, ready to do her bidding for whatever she needs. He hardly lets her lift a finger, carrying all the weight of the relationship on his shoulders, even while he refuses to acknowledge how she so clearly dances ahead of him, as if she’s already aware that she’s going to leave him behind.

You watch in confusion as Matt changes almost immediately, almost overnight, and he doesn't change for the better. The man sitting next to you in class is someone you don’t recognize, someone who is distant and so wrapped up in this woman that he becomes unaware of everyone else who considers him one of their own. He’s a far cry from the man who holds your hand through panic attacks or shares his french fries with you after you swear you aren’t hungry.

Matt has always been effortlessly charming, wide smile beautiful and enticing, dark eyes lit up in humor when you make a stipid comment or when you trip over your own two feet. But now he has shifted into something aloof and disinterested, and the flicker of annoyance that crosses over his face when you ask if he wants to grab coffee between classes absolutely cuts you to the bone.

The people in his life are so suddenly forced to go on without him, absolutely reeling with the realization that Matt could just drop them so easily, so unconcernedly.

(“Don’t push us out. That’s not fair.”

“But she loves me.”

“We love you, too, Matt.”

“It’s not the same.”)

It…kills you. It’s like you’re a used toy placed in a box and shoved away, something meant to provide vague memories years down the line.

You've been in relationships before, so you understand the giddiness of new love. You understand how exciting and how breathtaking and how wonderful it is to find someone who might fit into your life so perfectly. You understand how focus shifts to this new person as you devote yourself to learning as much about them as possible, focusing in awe and wonder as you soak up every single cell that makes up this person you’ve fallen in love with.

But this isn't that.

Years of friendship has given you insight to the inner workings of one Matthew Murdock, so you can see that he is completely, all caution to the wind, in love with her. And you can grudgingly admit that you see slivers of affection on Elektra's face when she looks at him. But it's more than that.

It's obsession.

Matt spends all of his time with her now, every spare moment, and she acts if she is the sole gate-keeper of his time. She is vicious, territorial, and uneasy to work with, demanding that every little second he has to be spent in her presence. He starts missing classes, starts skipping your weekly study dates, stops showing up at his part-time job at the disabilities resource center.

If it was just those things that had changed, you'd probably just call him out on his shit, knowing how much school has always meant to him and not wanting to see him quit. But ultimately you know it's his choice, and if he wants to ruin his grades and chances of success, that's on him.

And if it was just his friendship with you that was affected, you might have let it go. He’s still your friend, even if it doesn’t feel like right now, and you’re acutely aware of the fact that you'd forgive this man for anything and everything. It might break your heart in the process, but you know that you'll spend the rest of your life trying to make him happy, even if it's from the sidelines as he loves and promises himself to someone else.

You somehow manage to scramble your broken pieces into your clumsy hands from where they currently sit at his doorstep, desparate to get to a place where your hatred for this woman does not batter against all the corners in your mind. And even as you mourn for the man that had once been so kind and soft with you, your heart breaks further, sadly aware that he's hurting Foggy, too, and that it's not something you can easily push aside.

Foggy is the kindest person you've ever met. Made of glee and dad jokes and sunshine in a bottle, and he definitely doesn't deserve the way he's being treated. Your fingers twitch at your sides, wanting nothing more than to hit him with one of his heavy textbooks and tell him to snap out of it, and you're absolutely positive that Foggy would be second in line.

You hate Elektra. Not because Matt loves her, but because she's pushed aside everyone else Matt loves...and he's let her.

When she abruptly leaves, cutting herself so completely out of Matt's life with rusty shears meant to hurt and maim and destroy, it's you and Foggy who help put him back together. Even with as much pain as he's caused, as many tears you’ve shed, you fight tooth and nail for him in his depression, even while he fails to fight for himself.

(“She left me.”

“We’re still here, Matt.”

“It’s not the same.”)

It's years before you learn how Elektra had managed to get her claws into him so deeply, cutting down to the bone and staying there, regardless of any pain it may have caused him on their way down underneath his skin. She had loved him in her own way, not because of all the good she was able to see in him, but because she had seen and welcomed and matched the darkness in him.

Matt is the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he reveals to you one day. And even while you seethe and scream and cry at him, you get it now. He is a man that you know has so much light in him, the kind of light that is white and blinding and warm, yet he sees himself as a man doomed to only live in a world as black as the nothingness that is his lack of sight.

He doesn't need to tell you in order for you to understand the appeal of Elektra and the way she had captivated him, though now he admits that he hadn’t been drawn to her like a moth to a flame, but rather like a stray cat to a wealthy home. He doesn't need to tell you how desperate he'd been for someone to see the darker side of him, how desperate he'd been for someone to see that side of him and love him for it.

At some point he begins to understand how toxic she was for him, how manipulative, and you’re there by his side as the realization finally sets in, the trauma of it burning him so harshly it causes blisters and leaves behind missing patches of skin and muscle. You do your best to hold him together through it, because as awful as the scar she's left behind is, a piece of him mourns her when she's laid to rest for the first time, and then the second.

The true horror of the situation comes from the fact that you know there’s a tiny part of him that wishes he had been laid to rest, too. You know there’s a tiny part of him that will always be buried with the dust and rock and ash that lays underneath the new building on 44th and 11th.

It takes time for him to heal. Years and years of abandonment trauma is difficult to break down, difficult to break through, and you make sure you prove day in and day out that you're not going anywhere, despite how much he may throw at you, despite how much he tries to test you and shove you away with hands bloodied by the gashes gaping open in his heart. But all of his efforts to keep you away are futile, because staying by his side is still the easiest thing you've ever done.

(“Aren’t you tired of having to pick me up off the ground, over and over and over?”

“That’s what friends are for, Matt. To help when needed.”

“Yeah, when someone is having a rough time at their job, or fighting with a partner. Not cleaning up after a vigilante who can’t get their shit together. It’s not the same.”)

You help guide him into a new chapter in his life, though sometimes he remains frozen in the one behind him, feet glued to the ground even while he tries to force them forward. Gradually, though, he begins to spend less and less time focused on the past, more on the present, and eventually, more on the future. He finally reaches a point where he achieves balance, in a way you've never seen him existing and thriving in before.

Nelson, Murdock and Page flourishes, he begins to trust in the way law enforcement has been flushed of any crooked officers, and at last he allows himself to rest here and there, at last he gives himself permission to slow down, if only for a moment. Peace is all you have ever wanted for him, this beautiful man who has always struggled to find harmony within himself.

Peace changes him.

And in changing him, it changes you, and changes the way you fall into each other. It alters the way he begins to orbit around you, finally, finally, echoing the way you've always orbited him. He becomes the force holding you up after you’ve spent years doing the same for him.

It takes a good long while for him to understand the love you've always felt for him, initially puzzled that someone could accept him so completely and ardently, without question and without asking for anything in return. And it takes even longer for him to realize that this love is for both sides of him, not just the side that exists between sun-up and sun-down.

Once the full weight of your love for him is at his feet, once he feels it settle in his chest, it's as if a dam bursts, and he suddenly finds himself willing and able and hungry to grasp it and return it in its entirety, and then some.

Your first kiss is as turbulent as he is, reflecting both his desire to be gentle and savor the moment, and his need to take what he wants, consequences be damned.

This unconditional love is something he never thought he'd have, he says. Something that he had known, deep down, was missing with Elektra. It's an idea that has unexpectedly moved from nonexistent to abstract to tangible, and he tells you he's in awe of it, in awe of you.

He’s had your heart in his hands for over a decade, and you cry when he finally hands you his.

He has always loved you, he mumbles into your ear one night, legs tangled together on his soft silk sheets. But he doesn't lie to you and tell you that his love for you has always been there in the same capacity as yours has been for him. You both know that he had only ever seen you as a friend until recently, and even though you tell him not to, he regrets all the time he spent looking for something that was right in front of him the whole time.

Elektra had come along and understood him in a way he'd never dreamed of, and she had been willing, and selfishly eager, to accept the pieces of him that he'd always felt he had to hide. Though he sees now how his love for her had almost damaged him to a point of no return, he is grateful, he says, believing she had freed him from a life that wanted to chain him into inaction.

Day after day, night after night, he tells you that he loves every piece of you; he loves you for your laughter, he loves you for your willingness to help others with no thought of yourself, and he loves you for your ability to think first and act later. It's something he has never quite managed, he admits with a quiet laugh.

He loves you for the pieces of you that never give up on him, the pieces that never let him push you away, the pieces that love him, even while he can't always love himself.

But your favorite part is when he tells you that he loves the way you accept every piece of him without thought, without fear, without judgment, and that he vows to love and accept every piece of you the same way.

(“I love you.”

“You loved her once upon a time, too, Matt.”

“But not like this, sweetheart. Never like this. It’s not the same.”)

And it's enough. It's more than enough.

You find yourself struggling to move past the hatred you feel for her, the hatred for what she did to him. But eventually, you accept the truth that she freed a part of this wonderful man; this man who is so good that it breaks your heart to know he doesn't see it in himself. She freed the part of Matt who, without it, might have been shackled to a world in which he would never have felt complete. She was the one who gave him the encouragement he needed to embrace this side of him, embrace the Devil, embrace the part of him that could do more.

He doesn't use that freedom and darkness in a way Elektra would have anticipated, or in a way that she would have felt matched her own dark desires and intensity. Instead, he chooses to channel his anger and skill into a way that helps people just as much as his hard-earned law degree does. He fights with both his fists and his words, and you love him all the more for it.

You remind yourself, every day, that Elektra once upon a time had been the one to give him what he needed, though she had ripped it away brutally when she realized she wasn't going to get out of it what she wanted. But you are what both Matt and the Devil need now, what he will always need, as the pair of you move forward together. You both know it, both revel in it, and are now unable to pick apart the pieces that are you, and the pieces that are him.

You've taken years to get here. It may have been bittersweet and painful and full of truths that went unspoken, but he is the love of your life, and you believe him when he swears to you that you are his.

Hell's Kitchen doesn't deserve him. The neighborhood doesn't deserve the blood, sweat, and tears he willingly sacrifices for it, but you know he will never give up on it and the people who call it home. You aren't quite sure if you will ever deserve him, either, but you know you will spend the rest of your life trying.

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Speak Now (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Howdy everyone! This fic was voted #2 to post in a poll I did a few weeks ago! I’ve been working with this idea for a while (ie like 9 months), and it’s reverse circumstances of this fic I wrote back in July. I was at work earlier this week with my music on shuffle, and Taylor Sift popped on the playlist, and I’m like “hmm, this works for the fic, I think”, so I’m gonna call reverse ex-post facto inspiration? Alright, now I’m rambling. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Being friends with both Elektra and Matt is by no means easy, especially with them being a couple and your long-standing love for one blind attorney. But regardless, you told yourself you’d always be there for them, no matter what—and that includes being there for them on their wedding day.

Warnings: Angst, hurt comfort, fluff, love confessions, guilt/heartache, ignoring feelings

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Elektra Natchios, Father Lantom

Word Count: 3,014

It’s fine. You just need to remember to breathe. Foggy has the rings, Father Lantom and Maggie have everything set in the main church—everything is fine. Just a few more minutes, and it’s all over. We get that started, we get down the aisle, and we get Matt and Elektra married. Easy peasy.

“Oh, sorry!” you hear Foggy say, his hands firmly on your shoulders to prevent you from falling down as you bump into one another.

“Thanks!” you breathe, steadying yourself.

“Why are you running around the church like a frantic chicken?”

“Just a lot of energy, you know? Adrenaline. Gotta get it out before the ceremony starts.”

“And how are you doing?” Foggy asks.

“Fine.”

“No, (Y/N), how are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” you try, but to no avail.

“C’mon. You know.”

“I’m hanging on by threads,” you admit shakily. “It’s a lot.”

“Being a bridesmaid and watching your friends get married? Or watching Matt get married to someone else?”

“No, Foggy,” you interject, now determined to kill the conversation where it stands. You thought you put the final nail in the coffin of that thought a year ago at the engagement party.

“But you love him!” he whisper yells.

“Yes, I do! And it’s because I love him that I can’t say anything. For the first time in his life, Matt is happy. He’s ready to do something that he never thought he’d get the chance to enjoy, let alone have, and just as much goes for Elektra. So, I will watch them go down the aisle, I will stand by them as they commit their love and lives to one another, I will watch them kiss and smile and dance, I will help send them off on their honeymoon, watch them welcome their children, and watch them grow old and happy together! They will be happy—finally happy—and that’s what matters.”

“So your happiness doesn’t matter?”

“Not when it comes to Matt’s happiness. Matt’s will always come before mine, and that’s a guarantee.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“Every. Time,” you repeat. “I can’t jeopardize that on the off-chance that he feels an inkling of anything more toward me. I can’t hurt Elektra like that, and I sure as hell can’t unload on Matt like that.”

“But isn’t it better knowing for sure rather than always wondering what if?”

“No,” you say weakly. “Because right now, I know for sure that Matt is happy. I see it in the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he answers the phone. He is happy, Foggy. And I need to be happy for him. Now, I need to make sure my makeup isn’t ruined, and then I need to go help Elektra before she walks down the aisle.”

“(Y/N)—!”

You pick up the skirt of your dress slightly so you don’t trip, creating as much distance between Foggy and yourself that you can.

“(Y/N), I was worried!” Elektra says as you come back from the bathroom down the hall, having dried your tears and collected yourself from your conversation with Foggy. “I couldn’t find you anywhere! Are you alright?”

“I promise, it’s nothing. You look so beautiful,” you tell her as you spread out her train, plucking off minute pieces of lint from the carpet that clung white fabric.

She gives you a hug and holds me close. “(Y/N)?” she asks as you part. “Can I ask you to do me one last huge favor?”

“I’m your maid of honor—it’s what I’m here for.”

“I know I said I wanted to walk down the aisle alone, but I’m wondering if you would be willing to give me away to Matthew?”

The request is so genuine and the look of hope in her eyes is undeniable. “Of course,” you breathe. “I’m here for you, El. Always.”

She kisses your cheeks and absolutely beams.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you tell her, looping your arm through hers as we get to the double doors. The music begins to kick up and you hear the rustle of people stand just before the doors open, exposing the both of you to the excited eyes of many. It’s far more difficult than you anticipated to plaster on a smile and keep tears at bay when you walk down the aisle next to Elektra, seeing Matt stand there in a tux looking so happy.

God, you wish he was waiting there for you.

That ship has sailed. You can’t drown yourself trying to chase the thought, because you will sink and no one will ever find you. You had opportunities to tell him how you really felt, and you didn’t. You have to live with that.

You don’t know how you’ve managed to get down the aisle so fast with time moving so slow. You can’t bring yourself to say a single word as you place Elektra’s hand in Matt’s before you step to the side to take your place, praying for all eyes to be on them so no one has to watch you suffer with a smile on your face. You affix your eyes on a column just behind Foggy’s head, not willing to try and catch a glimpse of anything that will cause you to feel the multitude of emotions bubbling in your chest.

It’ll be over soon. You’re doing the right thing. This is how it’s supposed to happen. They deserve one another. Words and phrases like these play on your mind in an endless loop as the ceremony progresses, silently praying that you’ll be zoned out enough for when they finally kiss to not process it when you’re drawn to the words coming from Father Lantom’s mouth.

“Elektra Natchios, do you take Matthew Murdock to be your lawfully wedded spouse?” he asks.

To your surprise, she doesn’t answer immediately. You watch her let out a long breath before she gives Matt’s hands a squeeze, the pause and silence growing longer and louder with each passing moment.

“Can we talk?” you hear her whisper to Matt.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Matt responds softly, his words barely audible.

Without another word, she takes his hand and they move back up the aisle, and you watch them take a turn to where Elektra was was getting ready just before the ceremony. You lock eyes with Foggy. He wordlessly asks if you know what’s going on with a scrunch of his eyebrows, and you just arch yours in response—the universal cue for “I don’t know”.

“All the excitement,” Father Lantom chuckles, addressing a confused crowd. “They probably need a moment to collect themselves.” He twists toward you before speaking in hushed tones. “Do you know what’s going on?”

“It’s probably like you said—excitement,” you breathe. Or cold feet. But Elektra wouldn’t do that. She’s been waiting so long for a moment like this. For this moment, with Matt. “If they’re not back in a minute, I’ll go check on them.”

The minute passes in the slowest manner possible, but nonetheless, you stick to your word and scurry in the most non-alarming fashion possible to follow where they went. When you’re unable to hear any voices through the only door they’d be behind, you raise your knuckles to the wood.

“Guys?” you knock gently. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah, just give us a second,” Matt says, but not before Elektra swings the door open.

“Can you come in for a moment?” she asks softly, and you can see the conflict written all over her face. You let out a small breath, conceding to her request and closing the door behind you.

“Can I get you guys—?” you start, only to be cut off mid-sentence.

“(Y/N), tell us,” Elektra starts, her breathing steady and calm. “Tell us we’re doing the right thing. Tell us we should be getting married.”

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, truly confused.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Elektra—.”

“Repeat the sentences.”

You take a breath, looking at them. “You both love one another. People in love get married. You’re listening to your hearts.”

“You can’t say it.”

“Ellie, I—.”

“You’re holding something back,” Matt adds, his tongue peaking out to lick his lips. “What aren’t you telling us?” His tone is telling. He knows. Damn super hearing.

You sigh, desperately trying to steady your heart rate and deflect. “You’re both just letting the nerves get to you. You’re getting in your heads.”

“We need to hear you say it,” Elektra tries once more. “Please.”

You sigh, feeling your chest tightening. “You’re doing the right thing. You two should get married. You belong together.” You feel like you’re going to be sick as the last piece of your heart shatters before evaporating into nothingness. “I’m going to make sure that everyone is staying calm. I’ll see you both out there soon, okay?”

As you leave the quiet room, you hear the rush of dress shoes follow after you.

“Hey,” Matt says softly, gently catching your arm.

“Matt, things have been delayed enough. We shouldn’t hold them up any longer.”

“You’re still holding something back.”

“Matt—.”

“I can’t get married if my best friend is lying to me about something. (Y/N), please,” he breathes heavily. “Please, just tell me the truth.”

“You look at her the way I always wished you’d look at me, and I die a little bit inside every time I see it,” you admit feebly, watching his expression change through bleary eyes. “That look . . . God, Matt, you love her! I don’t matter in this. Just go and be with her, and for once in your life, stop being such a masochist and be happy!”

With anguish and regret, you pull your arm free from Matt’s grip, making a turn for the double doors that lead outside rather than the ones that lead into the cathedral, needing get as far away from Clinton Church as you can.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you mumble as you curl into yourself in your favorite reading room at the Columbia Law Library.

“I didn’t,” Matt sighs as he takes a few steps over and sits next to you. “This is where I go when I need to think.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, you caught me. I locked in on your heartbeat and followed it.”

“Why, Matt?”

“Why what?”

“Don’t shit with me, Matt,” you sigh in defeat, taking in his undone bowtie and general state of dishevelment in his formal attire. “Why didn’t you just go through with it, Matt? You two love each other.”

“But we love you, too. You’ve always been there for us, even when anyone with a modicum of common sense would have left us.” He turns toward you. “Why didn’t you say anything? To either of us?”

“It wasn’t my place. She loves you, and you love her. Simple as that.”

“But I love you, too.”

“Not in the same way.”

“(Y/N).” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs grazing over your knuckles. “I do love you like that. I didn’t think you felt the same, and my God, I was too afraid to ask. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I couldn’t lose you.”

You sniffle, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Don’t let Foggy hear that, it’ll give him a complex.”

You hear a small chuckle escape his lips. “It’s true though. I’m not sure what I’d do if I did something that meant not having you in my life. I just kept my feelings locked away deep down in my heart because I knew I needed you in my life however I could have you. And then I heard what you told Foggy, and I . . .” He rests his forehead on yours and nudges you with his nose so you finally look at his face. “Can you give me a chance?”

“I want to, Matt, but . . .”

“Please don’t say but.”

“I’d look at you, and I would only think about how I ruined the happiest day of your life. Besides. You’re the ex now. It’s friend rule number one not to date their ex, no matter how you feel about them. And Elektra . . . I couldn’t do that to her.”

“Even if she gives her blessing?”

You whip your head around, seeing Elektra standing in black jeans and a red turtleneck, her leather jacket covering most of it.

“Elektra, I’m so—,” you start.

“You don’t need to apologize, darling. None of it was your fault.” She moves to your other side and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “Before you came to find Matt and I . . . We spoke, and we’re okay. We’ll always love one another, but not in the way that we deserve. But you two . . . You two can. You already have. I’ve seen it. And you’re a shit liar, my darling. I always thought . . . But when you put my hand in Matt’s at the altar, I knew for certain.” She gently tucks some of your loose hair behind your ear. “You just need to have the courage to take the next step.” She gently tilts your face to look at hers. “I’m okay.”

You look between them—Elektra’s eyes filled with resolve and calm, Matt’s a storm of a million emotions, and you can feel how your heart tears in half. Feeling like the room is closing in on you and the air is being pulled from your lungs, you grab your things and rush past them, needing the cool sting of crisp autumn air to help you feel something else then the hot guilt coursing through your veins.

Maybe Matt won’t come in today. The man did take the week off for his honeymoon, after all. But, he is his own boss and can change that as he pleases. Still, the weekend was eventful as hell. Maybe he needed a day. Maybe if you just keep your head down long enough, you won’t have to catch the sympathetic and pitiful glances of Foggy and Karen. No client appointments are scheduled today, either, so—.

“Hey,” you hear a gently voice say at your desk. Looking up, you see Matt with two cups of coffee in his hands. “Got your usual.”

“Thanks,” you say softly, taking it from him, your heart skipping a beat as your fingers brush against one another. You just want things to go back to normal, as if the weekend didn’t happen. This is a sign that Matt wants that too—a drip of normalcy. But why does he have to sound so tender like that?

“Do you have some time?”

“Matt, I—.”

“Please?”

Damn. He knows you can’t say no when he sounds like that.

“Y-Yeah,” you say softly. “How about we go for a walk?”

He nods, letting you get up and put on your jacket. When you get to his side, you take his elbow out of habit, freezing after a few steps when guilt hits you like a freight train to your chest.

“(Y/N)—,” he tries softly.

“I can’t do this,” you tell him quietly, tears stinging at your lashes and nose. “I’m sorry, Matt, I just can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“Because, Matt! Because I look at you, and I know how I feel! I feel guilt that I am what came between you finally being happy and getting something you’ve told me time and time again you never thought you’d have. I look at you, and still love you as much as the day that I met you and I can’t stop it. But I know that I can’t be what you need because I will never be able to understand you in the way that you deserve—the way Elektra can. I’m just me, Matt. I’m just me.”

You’re not prepared for what he says next. “And what makes you think I don’t love you just the way that you are? For everything that you are? That I’m glad you can’t understand me in those dark ways because you’re the sunshine that makes the darkness easier to deal with? That I know that the only person that I could ever really be with and be happy with is you? That I don’t love you with my entire heart?”

The way that you feel tears fall onto the fabric of your shirt let you know just how hard and fast you’re crying. The way that Matt puts his coffee next to yours so he can cup your face and wipe your tears away only adds to the gravity of his words.

“Please, angel,” he continues gently. “Please let me help you realize just how much you mean to me. Just how deeply I love you. Because I will spend the rest of my life doing just that, no matter what you say.”

You don’t know what else to do except pull him in for a kiss. It’s not pretty or graceful. It’s wet and snotty and shaky—everything that a first kiss shouldn’t be. But the way that one of Matt’s hands stays on your face as the other moves around the back of your head so his fingers weave into your hair tells you that it’s everything he could ever want. When he finally pulls away, you do what you can to wipe off your tears that fell onto his cheeks.

“I love you,” you whisper as your thumbs skate across his skin.

“I love you, too, angel,” he breathes, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you so much.”

“C-Can, uh,” you sniffle. “What next?”

“We go for that walk? Talk about anything and everything. We can figure this out. I want to figure this out.”

You nod as Matt wipes the last of your tears away. “Sounds good.”

He kisses you softly once more and loops his arm in yours as we walk out of the office. The way he holds onto you tells you that he never intends on letting go.

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akariamai · 1 year

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Why

Pairing: College Student!Matt Murdock x College Student!reader

Word Count: 1128

Part 2, Part 3

You’d often laid awake cuddling with Matt, wondering if he was a figment of your imagination. It’s been three months since you’ve been together and it’s been nothing but perfect. You both fit together impeccably. There was something in the way he spoke, so thought-provoking and humorous, you melted whenever the thought arose. Maybe you both were still in the honeymoon phase, looking at your relationship through a tinted frame. Or maybe it was puppy love. Either way you hoped it would last forever.

As you both were living on a tight budget, you had to get creative with your dates. Nothing too expensive and it had to conform to both of your busy schedules. Dates were infrequent but you’d cherish the time you managed to spend together. Matt was slowly making his way into your heart. You tried to ingrain each moment with him into your mind, not wanting to forget even a second.

The tear jerking storm arrived and ruined everything you had built with him. This storm came in the form of a woman. A beautiful woman. And you didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend to prohibit your boyfriend from having friendly relations with other women. Had placed so much trust in Matt that you knew he would never do anything to belittle your trust. However, there was something about Elektra that screamed trouble and it terrified you. At first, you chalked it up to jealousy. Elektra was gorgeous and alluring and confident. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Who wouldn’t be jealous of her?

It was beautifully tragic finding the man you imagined to be the one falling for another. The magic that once sparked now dwindled and flickered into nothing. You ignored the signs as he slipped away from you, bit by bit. She was just a friend, you foolishly convinced yourself as he kept mingling with her without you. Nights that could’ve been just the two of you were now lost in the haze. He spent them with her and the thought was just painful. Burying your head into the sand of willful ignorance, you inadvertently invited heartbreak.

As his birthday approached rather quickly, you planned a small date for just the two of you. Dinner at the small diner you both loved so much. It was the place where you both went on your first date. After dinner, you both would hang out with Foggy and Elektra (as Matt had grown close to her) at a cheap comedy show. It was a straightforward plan and yet, everything went wrong.

You waited for him at the diner, almost physically shaking from excitement, awaiting to give him the present you so desperately saved up for. The waitress knew you quite well as they’d seen you and Matt there quite a lot. They knew you were waiting for him and it became heartbreaking to watch as you realized he wasn’t showing. You called him multiple times without a single answer or text. You called Foggy but he had not seen him either.

Panic wracked your body as you feared if he’d gotten into an accident and it threw you into a fit of terror. The waitress was kind enough to guide you to regain your composure and asked if there was anything she could do to help. You declined before making your way to the nearest hospital. If he was in an accident, he would’ve been admitted into it. You prayed it wasn’t the case and he had simply forgotten. Keeping to himself with his phone off.

There was no record of him being admitted into the hospital and for a moment, you felt like you could breathe. You let Foggy know of your discovery so he wouldn’t spin himself into a frenzy like she had. As soon as you ended your call with Foggy, a new message surfaced on your phone screen. It was from Matt and relief swept over you in a calming wave. He was alright. He was alive.

Opening it up, your relief soon vanished and only heartache remained.

It’s not working out. Sorry.

Tears surfaced as you shied away from the bright white lights of the hospital. A text message. Matt broke up with you via text message on his birthday after you had planned a date. It shouldn’t have hurt so much but you truly thought he was the one. The one meant to stay. And suddenly the dreams you once had shattered with the words sprawled out on your illuminated screen.

Why? You wanted to text back but whenever you managed to have a semblance of control, your unsteady hands refused to send it. Your pointing finger would hover over the button but never touch. The wound was too fresh to bear the answer to the question that will undoubtedly keep you up at night. Maybe haunt you late into the night.

Were you not significant enough to say goodbye to in person? Were you so beneath him that facing you, listening to you weep over the ruins of a relationship, was simply not worth his time. Were you both on different pages of the same book and he tore it all up. The masterpiece that could’ve been the two of you.

A few days later, when you were returning the box full of his stuff you caught them, him and Elektra, making out in his dorm room. It hadn’t even been a week and yet he already found someone new. They stopped when they’d noticed you and didn’t even appear to be apologetic.

“What are you doing here?” He asked without a hint of guilt burrowing into his voice. It lacked any of the emotions tethered to a breakup. “How do you have a key?”

You grilled forcibly, as the love you once shared withered and died, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class?” You, initially, chose to drop off his stuff when he was gone because you didn’t have the strength to face him.

“Didn’t feel like going.” He shrugged as if he was waiting for something. Maybe an outburst of rage or despair or both. You wanted to scream. You want to shout at him for causing you so much pain and question him if they were together at any point in your relationship but you were tired. It had only been a few days since the breakup and yet here he was resembling the tarnish memories of the two of you. It hurt so much. You felt there was a giant hole in the place where he carved a place for himself. He ruined you.

“Here’s your stuff.” You dropped the box on the floor and left Foggy’s keys on the table before silently leaving.

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A Set of Closing Statements - Matthew Murdock

If you had a nickel for every time you and Matt Murdock had to work on closing statements together but never finished, you would have two nickels. It isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice!

WARNINGS: swearing

You were nearly nose-to-nose. His breath caressed your cheeks, tantalizing and taunting. It felt purposeful, the proximity, the too-close-closeness. Yet, you let him wield his heat, let it lash against yours. You would allow it with no one else, no one but him.

With a shallow breath, his low voice reminded you of what little space remained. “The question at the heart of the matter is-”

“Is it just?” You finished for him.

“Exactly, and, philosophically, it is not.”

“That is quite a black-and-white perspective, Mr. Murdock.”

“Laws demand such objectivity,” he pressed, “they are, as Socrates says, a contract citizens of a given state agree to honor by continual habitation of said state.”

You leaned back, smiling to yourself. “However, then the question of justness shifts. Is it just to let a state remain if the citizens determine its application of the otherwise objective law is unjust? In this context and in his death sentence, Socrates is being singled out. The law has become a weapon to stunt the evolution of the state, its laws.”

“You’re over-elaborating Crito’s argument.”

“Or maybe you’re under-analyzing Crito’s argument.”

Matt leaned back in his seat, taking his heat with him. Though, you were much too preoccupied with how his mouth was opening and closing, trying to close his lips around the right words. All he caught was air and the silence of the classroom. Your smile widened. Before you could bask any further in the sunshine feel of victory, Dr. Drake cleared her throat.

“We will leave our debate on Plato’s Crito there for today. Come back to class on Thursday with your closing statements prepared for your respective perspectives.” Steely grey eyes seared your skin as the professor gave a pointed look in your and Matt’s direction.

You offered her a softer smile that was only slightly apologetic as your peers hurried out of the lecture hall. A rustling at your right averted your gaze. Matt was gathering his binder of translated-to-braille readings and shoving it in his shoulder bag. The opening of which was still half zipped-closed. Instinctually, you reached over.

“Here. It’s still caught.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said as you leaned in close. You felt his heat again, your shoulder brushing against his chest. At the almost touch, you felt your original smile return.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“It is,” Matt said as you unzipped his bag the rest of the way. When you leaned back, you saw he was smiling too. “You think I under-analyzed Crito?”

“I think you under-analyzed the need for a radical revolution.”

“I think you guys forgot that you were on the same side! Again!”

You turned around to face Foggy. His long blond hair was rattier than usual, likely from the party the night before. But his eyes were bright with a mischief that was fresh from this morning’s debate. You rolled your eyes and quickly packed up your own readings and notes.

“Not my fault Matt is so steadfast. Stuck in his ways.”

“Ouch,” Matt placed a hand to his chest, “attacking my character? Thought we agreed on no mudslinging this time?”

“I’m not attacking your character,” you said with a tilt in your voice as you pulled your bag over your shoulder. “I’m just…encouraging you to entertain other views.”

“I’m no revolutionary.”

“You’re no saint either,” you fired back, linking your arm in Matt’s.

“Ugh,” Foggy groaned, pressing his hands to his temples as he led you and Matt out of the lecture hall. “We get it: you’re smart. Too smart. Two smartasses, the both of you.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Dr. Drake did give us a look.”

“A look?”

“Everyone was giving you guys a look!” Foggy started as he darted down the stairs. You guided Matt’s first step with your own. Once he found a rhythm, the descent was smooth. “Barely anyone else had a chance to talk, you nerds.”

“I thought we were smartasses?” Matt asked and you could not help but catch the contagion of his wide, boyish grin.

“Yeah, you are.”

The warm air of Spring trickled along your skin as you and Matt followed Foggy outside of the Cooper Building. Foggy continued to spout on about what attributes constituted a smartass as you all walked across the quad towards the library. Your arm remained tightly linked with Matt’s. He could have switched to his cane, you realized. Though, you were glad he hadn’t. You liked his heat, the smell of coffee and birchwood that seemed to always stick to his clothes.

“I can’t argue against that evidence.” Matt’s voice broke you from your little reverie.

“Yup, and you won’t. ‘Cause you’re a smart…ass. Smart. But an ass. You’re stubborn but you know when you’re beaten and you admit it in that know-it-all tone-”

“He doesn’t know when he’s beaten,” you interjected and Foggy’s tirade fell quiet. “Why do you think he’s always arguing with me?”

You looked across the sidewalk, across Matt, and met Foggy’s gaze. His light eyes sparkled with a sudden, new-wave of eagerness. With a jester-like jump, he walked backwards before you and Matt so he could face you. Wide-eyed, you watched him nearly trip up the steps of the library. Passersby took in the scene frightfully before disappearing inside.

“Well, I mean…”

“Are we at library?”

“Can you smell the fear of people Foggy is scaring?”

Matt chuckled, the gravelly sound reverberating in his chest. You felt it in his arm, even as it slipped from yours. He fumbled with cane for a moment before it snapped open with an airy crack like a stiffened snake. A rattle came from the ball tip as Matt rolled it against the pavement tiles. He flicked his head to the left then the right. It was his ‘going somewhere’ dance.

“You’re not studying with us tonight?” You asked, peering into the dark lenses of Matt’s glasses.

“I actually promised to help someone with Spanish tonight.”

“Anyone we know?”

“Nance Tracy?”

“From the writing center?” Foggy gripped the library stair railing for support, the thought of Nance Tracy apparently weakening his knees.

“Turns out she struggles with grammar, just not English grammar.”

“So, I won’t be seeing you back in the room tonight?”

You shot Foggy a furrowed brow glance and he mouthed ‘What?!’ in a manner that made you scowl.

“Why? You having company over later tonight, Foggy?” Matt teased, leaning lightly on the handle of his cane.

“If by company you mean a bag of pizza rolls, then yes.”

“I’ll be sure to be quiet then,” Matt quipped back. “Happy studying.”

Your heart sank slightly at the sight of him walking off on his own. It felt far too reminiscent of last year. Desperate to alleviate the ache that accompanied the sight, you called out.

“Let me know if you want help with your closing statement!”

“Smartass!” Matt called back and your chest swelled with heat, a full, warm hope. A stretch of silence followed his departure, that was until Foggy spoke up.

“He seems better.”

You glanced over at him. “Yeah, but he’s still…”

“Yeah, I know. Elektra really fucked him up.”

“She did,” you agreed before pushing on his shoulder, “and cracking jokes about sleeping around might not be helping.”

Foggy didn’t miss a beat, it was why you always knew he would make an amazing lawyer. “Not helping Matt or not helping you?”

“Did you prep a closing statement?”

“I emailed you a text copy this morning.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

Panicked, your rustled through the papers splayed out on the table in a wild-whirl search for your laptop. With a collection of new paper cuts, you found it and cracked it up. The screen illuminated and, after a few sharp clicks, revealed your inbox. You scrolled but found only spam messages about discounts and deals.

“Subject line?”

“CS: Threat of Department of Damage Control.”

“I’m not seeing it, Matt. All I have is the email Foggy CC’d me in on about how to bill Spiderman. Speaking of, did you ever get paid for that?”

“Hard to bill someone when you don’t know their billing address…or name,” he sighed. “You can check my drafts. Maybe I just didn’t send it.”

You darted to Matt’s side of the desk and leaned over his shoulder. Heat kissed your skin, even through the button-up your wore. The warmth was followed by the familiar scents of Matt. Coffee. Birchwood. Copper, that tang of blood.

Quickly, you looked down at Matt, his shoulder. Through the white of his shirt there was a bloom of crimson. Quickly, you pulled back and rested a hand on the back of Matt’s head. “What?”

“You’re bleeding,” you murmured, tilting his head to the side. With your free hand, you fiddled at his collar, pulling it away enough for you to look beneath. “Matt.”

“I must’ve forgot to change the bandage before I left.”

You sighed and started towards the office kitchen of Nelson, Murdock, & Page. “Where are the-”

“Upper right cabinet. Second shelf, behind the granola bars.”

Reaching up, you rifled through the snacks and felt your finger find a Tupperware container filled to the brim with medical supplies. The first aid kit. Careful not to knock down Foggy’s array of Cheez-It boxes, you manuevered the container free from the cabinet. When you strode back into Matt’s office, he was already fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.

You forgot yourself for a moment, forgot that Matt, while blind, could see in other ways. Some part of you still believed in his need for his cane, that emblem of your shared college days. Some part of you still ached for him to see you how you had always seen him; still heard the echo of Foggy’s teasing questions. And that part of you let you linger in the doorway, watching.

The startings of chest hair were just entering your view when the spell broke. “LIke the show?”

“I-”

“I’m kidding,” Matt cooed, “but I am still bleeding.”

Hurriedly, you made your way to Matt’s side. The splotch on his shirt spread with a little trickle tracing down his back. You slowly peeled the material back from his skin. A blood-soaked bandage was slipping off his shoulder and you gently pulled it the rest of the way free.

You quickly tossed it in the little trash bin by Matt’s desk and reached, with your clean hand, for the first aid kit. Careful not to place your bloodied hand down anywhere, you pulled out a towel and pressed it to the wound. Matt hissed softly and you murmured an apology.

“Can you put pressure on it while I get the bandage?”

“Yeah,” Matt replied, and you guided his hand to his shoulder. With a light touch, you pressed on his fingers, denoting where he should press too. “Thank you, for this.”

“It’s no problem. Just hope you weren’t bleeding in front of clients. It’d stain your image.”

“Wow,” Matt chuckled, “if I wasn’t already in pain-”

“Laughter is the best medicine, right?”

“Not when you have broken ribs.” Matt’s tone dipped into the heaviness of a memory you did not share, into a haunted thing. Your own joy fell at the thought.

Instead of trying to save the feeling, you prodded at his hand. He lifted his fingers and you saw the wound once more. You wiped gently at the excess blood before you stuck the fresh bandage on. The crisp white pinkened at the contact, but did not immediately soak through. The bleeding was slowed.

“If it’s like that tomorrow, go to a clinic for stitches,” you said, pulling Matt’s sleeve back up. “I also think this shirt is essentially ruined.”

“I have one Hell of a dry-cleaner,” he quipped back, but the levity was gone. Matt saw it missing without seeing at all. “Are you alright? You’re…quieter.”

You shook your head. “Just, you’re hurt. Broken ribs. It’s nothing Foggy, Karen, and I haven’t said before. I want you to take care of yourself. I’m not saying stop, just help me by helping yourself not bleed out anywhere.”

As you spoke, you packed away the medical supplies and closed the lid on the container. The heat of Matt’s body emanated, pressed against your own in that wonderful way it always had. You nearly jumped when you felt it intensify, when his hand closed gently around your wrist and pulled you to face him.

His glasses were off then, brown eyes exposed and warm, flitting across the general shape of your face. “I’m going to be okay.”

“You’ve said that hundreds of times,” you sighed, “but the bruises get bluer and the worry gets worse. I think about you getting your ass kicked a lot, Matt, too much.”

He smiled, that charming grin. “Ya know, sometimes, I’m the one kicking asses.”

“I do know. I just wish…” you trailed off, pressing your lips in a thin line. The thought that haunted your senior year of college resurfaced in a eviler shape and Matt must have heard your heart pounding.

“What is it?” He squeezed your wrist softly, “tell me.”

“I blame her for this sometimes.”

“Who?”

“Elektra.”

Matt shifted in his seat, the unbuttoned portion of his shirt slipping open slightly. “I was already doing it. I was always going to find my way here, to the Devil.”

“I know, you stubborn smartass. I know it’s unfair, to you and to her. But she hurt you so bad, Matt and then this really picked up.”

“You and Foggy pulled me out of it the first time, just like you did the last time.” He stood then, hands cupping your elbows lightly as if to keep you standing in front of him.

“I was hard seeing you like that, both times.”

“But you saw me anyway,” his hands rested on your upper arms then, “and I’m…I’m sorry I put you through that, that I didn’t tell you everything. I wanted to but I thought you wouldn’t like what you saw.”

“Then you couldn’t see me, and you didn’t.”

There was a paused and Matt took a breath, one that tickled the skin of your neck with how close he was. “And it was a cycle.”

“Operating like a corruptive state.”

It was impossible to look at anything but Matt. He filled your vision and invaded your other sense. There was that heat again, stronger than ever before. It only burned brighter when he smiled again.

“You think we staged a revolution radical enough to break it?” “Did we?” Your question was a challenge, as your questions to Matt often were.

This was one he did not hesitate to accept.

His hands roamed up and cupped your jaw to pull you in. Plush lips met yours and the skin of your chin was scratched by scruff. Your hands clutched at his ruined shirt and pulled until his heat became yours. There would be time for closing statements later.

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murdock-barnes · 2 years

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One Night Stand

Matt Murdock x Elektra Natchios x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Matt and Elektra spot you sitting at a bar alone, they want to spend some "quality time" with you😏

Warnings: protected and unprotected p in v, oral (both female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, face riding (pls let me know if I forgot something)

Word Count: 3,3K

A/N: I made my favorite couple married here because I am desperate for them to be happy together😩 I’ve been wanting to write a threesome like this for a long time and it’s finally the right time. HERE IT IS! I’m really happy about how it turned out😍 I'm sorry this is a bit long cuz I wanted to write all of my fantasies with them😏🥵 I hope you like it!!!! Please let me know what you think❤️

18+ MINORS DNI

The busy, bleak day wore you out. It was one of those days that nothing went right. First, your alarm didn't go off and you were half an hour late to work. Then, the supplier came in with the wrong delivery which he was pretty sure was the right one. On the meeting afternoon, your boss asked to see a preview of your upcoming presentation and you just froze and babbled some nonsense. That's because you didn't even form the idea of the presentation which you simply pushed forward and forward, procrastinating. In the end, it was a long and exhausting day. However, you didn't want to go home, sit alone and mope around. You needed a drink. That's how you ended up in this fancy hotel bar that is right next to the office.

You were on your third Martini, getting tipsy when someone tapped your shoulder. You instinctively turned to look and you were faced with a beautiful woman, looking at you with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"Hello," she said settling on the stool right next to you. The smooth, velvet tone of her voice made your hair stand on its ends.

"Hi?" you responded, questioning.

"Are we disturbing you?" A deep, smooth voice came from the stool on your other side. Turning to him, you saw a handsome man in a tuxedo. Even though he was inside, he was wearing sunglasses.

You were intrigued so you simply said "No."

"Good," the woman replied sitting taller now, exposing her collar bones and chest. Her red dress had a deep neckline which displayed her breasts in the most delightful way. You couldn't take your eyes off of the marvelous view. When she caught you ogling, she smiled and you looked away, embarrassed.

She leaned into you, presenting you with her divine scent. "You caught my eye and I've wanted to meet with you," she reached and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "So pretty," she murmured.

You felt a blush slowly creeping up to your cheeks. Her voice and the way she talked warmed the blood in your veins.

"My name is Elektra and this is my husband Matthew," she introduced.

Matt gave you a dazzling smile "Nice to meet you, sweetie. You can call me Matt."

You smiled shyly "Nice to meet you both." You introduced yourself too.

You chatted with them, getting to know each other. You learned that Elektra runs a private business and Matt, to quote Elektra, was a really good lawyer. You also found out that Matt was blind. You were surprised considering the way he moves like he can see.

They were really charming and good conversation makers. As you talked and talked, they felt safe and trustworthy. They also bewitched you with their beauty and brains. Matt and Elektra were truly a dangerous duo.

Moreover, they were possibly the best-looking couple you've ever seen. The attraction and chemistry between them were filling the space with electricity. Their energy fueled yours and you felt alarmed and alive.

"You're here, drinking by yourself and being seemingly upset. Rough day at work?" Elektra guessed.

You eased into her presence and answered with a nod.

"Aw, poor girl," she pouted. "However, I think we can make your night so much better. Right, Matthew?"

He chuckled "Absolutely." Matt leaned into you, whispering "See, honey. My wife... wants you and she gets everything she wants."

When you got what he implied, you took in a sharp breath. They want to have sex with you? A threesome?

"I-" you didn't know what to say.

Elektra's hand slid onto your thigh, slightly squeezing. She deeply gazed into your eyes. You felt Matt put his hand on your waist. Heat pooled down at your core.

Elektra came closer and placed a kiss on your neck, which sent shivers down your spine. "Come on, it'll be fun. Trust me," she whispered. "Just a one night stand."

Her hand reached and slowly caressed your cheek. "You're so beautiful. Imagine all the ways we can play with you." You felt Matt's hand on your right boob, squeezing slightly. Elektra's hand on your thigh reached between your legs, cupping you. You gasped and shuddered. "We can make you cum so many times, over and over."

"What do you say?" Matt whispered into your ear.

All the logic left your body with their touches and words. "Yes," you answered.

Elektra giggled and hold your hand, making you get up. Matt talked to the bartender "Close her tab and add it to ours." They walked you to the elevator, their hands never leaving you. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Elektra pushed you to the mirror and kissed you hard. Your body was flushed with hers as she worked your mouth. The slight strawberry taste from her stimulated your taste buds.

Matt was just standing at the side, his head dropped down. There was a smirk on his face.

Elektra's hands gripped your hips, pushing herself to your core. The friction made you release a moan into her mouth. You heard the elevator doors open and Elektra stepped away, leaving you gasping for air.

Matt chuckled "Come on."

Elektra held your hand as you made your way to their room. Matt unlocked the door with the key card. "Ladies first," he gestured inside.

Butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as you stepped inside, Elektra and, finally, Matt following you. He closed the door. You walked and stopped before the bed as Elektra approached you.

She gave you a quick kiss with a reassuring smile. "You're so beautiful. So deserving."

The hem of your shirt was lifted and she removed it slowly. Suddenly, Matt was beside you, his sunglasses lost now. He put his palm on your back and kissed you. His kiss felt as good as Elektra's. His hand found the clasp of your bra and undid it.

As you were introduced to his taste, Elektra slid your pants down. She kneeled down and her hands caressed your thighs. She peppered kisses all over your thighs. She got rid of your panties and now her mouth was on your core. She planted a kiss on your clit, making you moan into Matt's mouth. His hands were on your tits, kneading and pinching.

"You taste so sweet," Elektra murmured.

Elektra grabbed your ass, pressing you to her face. The way her tongue worked inside you and on your clit made your knees weak. You held on to Matt's shoulders. He hold you steady and moved on to kiss and suck on your neck. Elektra slowly slid two fingers inside you. Your head fell back, moaning. She sucked and tongued your clit as her fingers moved in and out fast.

Matt held your hand and guided it to his clothed erection. He was so hard in his pants. You rubbed him over his pants, feeling the warmth and length of him. He released a satisfied hum into your neck. "Fuck, yes."

Elektra curled her finger inside you, hitting that magical spot. You threw your head back and came with a cry. Matt held you tight as your body shook with pleasure. Elektra prolonged your bliss and kept sucking and licking. You couldn't take it anymore "Please..." you pushed her head away. She lifted her head and gave you a big smile.

Elektra got up and gave you a kiss. You tasted yourself on her tongue. "You cum so prettily," she whispered into your mouth.

Your hands reached around her body, finding the zip of her dress. You pulled it down and she laughed. Matt slipped her dress down her body. When it pooled down at her feet, she stepped out of it. She wasn't wearing a bra so she displayed her beautiful body only covered with a small fabric between her legs. Fuck, she was doubtlessly the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Matt caught your reaction, the way you sucked in your breath and became frozen. He chuckled "Yeah, she has that effect on people." He planted a kiss on her temple. Elektra closed her eyes and hummed blissfully, smiling.

Your hands came down on her hips, gripping. You guided her to the bed. First, she sat and then pulled herself up on the bed, resting on her elbows. You settled on the bed on your knees. You leaned into her and slowly slid down her panties. As you threw it aside, you saw Matt from the corner of your eye. Now, he was naked too. He sat on the small sofa, his head laid back and his hand lazily stroking his hard cock. He had various scars on his body yet they couldn't take anything from his beauty. You took in his strong body; his defined abs, muscled arms, and thighs.

You turned to Elektra. She gave you a foxy smile and opened her legs, baring her cunt "Eat me out, pretty princess."

You obeyed as you came closer to her on your hands and knees. You looked up and saw her giving you an assuring nod. You wanted to please her, give her everything she wants. You dived in licking from her entrance to her clit. She lifted her hips with a light moan. Your hands found her thighs, holding her down tight. Her hands became intertwined with your hair.

As you feasted on her, you felt Matt's presence behind you. His hands came down to your ass. "Lift your hips, sweetie," he softly said.

You looked up, locking eyes with Elektra. She understood your hesitance. "Do you want him to fuck you?" she said.

You were ashamed but you didn't give in to that feeling. You nodded shyly. Elektra giggled, her hand on your hair caressed the side of your face "That's a good girl. Lift your hips then."

You went back to give Elektra her well-deserved pleasure as you lifted your hips. Matt reached down and his fingers slid into you. "Fuck, so wet." He planted a small kiss on your shoulder as he lined his cock with your entrance. You felt him slowly entering you, stretching you in the most delicious way. He was wearing a condom which you didn't even see him put on. You moaned deeply and the vibrations made Elektra lift her hips to grind on your face. Your mouth felt like heaven to her. Halfway in, Matt slammed into you. He let out a grunt, as your velvet walls wrapped around his dick delightfully.

He gripped your hips and slowly started to fuck you. Every thrust made your eyes roll in your head. It felt so good. All of you were lost in the sensation. All that mattered was the pleasure.

You moved on to suck on Elektra's clit as your middle finger slid inside her. She gasped and then, moaned. The room was filled with moans and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Matt was about to go insane. The feeling of your wet, hot cunt, Elektra's moans, the smell of her, and your arousals. It was all too much. He nearly came with these senses.

"Fuck... you feel so good, baby," he muttered. You whined in response.

Elektra was enjoying herself and when you added a second finger she was over the moon. You pumped your fingers in and out as your mouth never left her clit. Curling your fingers, you hit her g spot. She released a loud moan, throwing her head back. "Oh my God, yes..." she exclaimed. "Don't stop!"

Matt slammed into you harder now. You fingered Elektra faster and pushed your hips to meet his thrusts. All of you were chasing your orgasms now. Everyone moved in unison to meet their needs.

Elektra was the first to come, falling apart under your fingers and mouth. You licked her way through orgasm. Her loud moans were music to both your and Matt's ears. Her legs shook as her body trembled and you kept eating her out.

Matt reached down and started circling your clit, his thrusts never knowing mercy. You felt the coil tightening in your stomach, you knew what was coming.

You lifted your head and as you gasped for the air, you said "Please... gonna cum."

He slammed you even harder, in a way that you didn't think would be possible. He was hitting it so deeply, so raw. Your orgasm slowly crept upon you, it built up and built up. Then, snapped. You came with a loud cry, stars blurring your vision. Your legs shook unable to keep you lifted. He gripped your hips tighter, fucking you relentlessly. Your fluttering walls were milking his cock. You felt his pace falter and his grunts grew louder. A few more thrusts and he came, burying himself inside you.

All of you just stayed still, trying to catch your breaths. A veil of bless wrapped your bodies. You were hyper-aware of every inch of your body.

Matt slowly slid out of you and you rolled onto your back to rest. Matt walked to the trash, disposing of the condom. Elektra pulled you to her embrace. You felt so safe and welcomed in her arms. She caressed your face "You did so good." She planted a kiss on your forehead.

Matt laid beside Elektra, spooning her. She eased into his embrace with a big smile. "I told you she'd make us happy," she said.

Matt smiled "Yeah, you were right."

"I'm always right, Matthew," she replied, grinning.

You don't know how long you laid there with them. Elektra was right. They really made your night better. They possibly caused you to live the best night of your life. You stripped away from your thoughts when the bed shifted.

Elektra was leaning back and rubbing her ass on Matt's dick. Matt gave a small frown "Already?" he asked.

"Mhm," Elektra answered. Matt laughed, his hand coming over her body to grab her tit. You joined them, kissing and sucking Elektra's neck. She suddenly escaped both your and Matt's embrace, sitting up.

"What..." Matt got interrupted by her shushing. She reached her hand out to you "Come here, baby."

You also sat up and joined her. She leaned into your ear "Suck him off and get him ready for me. Okay?"

You looked down at Matt's semi-hard cock and nodded. You placed your hands on his thighs, hearing the breath he let out. You reached and wrapped your hand around his dick, giving him a few strokes. You leaned down and licked a stripe from its base to the tip. Then, you took him into your mouth. Matt released a soft moan as you slowly bobbed your head. You were teasing him, he knew.

You sensed a movement and looked up, seeing Elektra sitting on Matt's face. She was facing you "Go on, I wanna watch," she said.

You leaned in and teased his tip with your tongue, then sucked. His hips lifted from the bed as he moaned into Elektra's pussy. She literally rode his face but her eyes never left you. You wondered if he could breathe.

"Mhm.. soo good," she moaned. "Such a good boy, my Matthew." He replied by whimpering and lifting his hips more. You took him in all the way and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him off dry. You repeated it over and over until Elektra told you to stop. You moved back, giving her space.

She left the throne of her husband's face and straddled Matt's hips, guiding his cock into her. She slowly sank down, and she closed her eyes, letting out a delighted moan. Matt's hands reached and grabbed her hips. She opened her eyes and looked down at him and smiled. The view before you was mesmerizing. It was clear as day that they were madly in love.

Elektra turned to you "Pretty kitten, are you just gonna watch? Go sit on his face. I promise he's really good at it," she winked. You looked at Matt and he gave you a cunning smile.

"I don't know... I'd never done that," you said shyly. "What if I hurt you?"

Matt laughed "I'll be fine and you're gonna love it. We can't deprive you of one of the greatest pleasures of life. Plus I like it."

"Okay, then," you said but you were still nervous. You moved on the bed and straddled his face, hovering. When you were trying to figure out how to sit, Matt held your thighs and guided you down to his mouth. With his first lick, you arched your back. You were trying so hard not to put your whole weight on him but his tongue strikes made you weak in the knees. He heard you struggle "Sweetie, sit down" he commanded. "Not hover!"

His grip on your thighs tightened as he pushed you down. You were fully sitting on his face now. His tongue dived into you as his nose brushed your clit. You let out a deep moan.

"There we go," Elektra chuckled. She reached and caught your nipples, playing with them.

Elektra rode Matt like there's no tomorrow. That's how she liked to fuck. To the death. She lifted her hips, only leaving his tip inside, and then, she slammed down. A huge grunt left Matt's lips but it was muffled by your cunt. Elektra did the same thing over and over, making him and herself go crazy.

Your shy attitude was long gone when you got familiar with this new feeling. Now, you rode his face confidently. The moans he left made you even needier. You held onto his hands on your thighs and you rode faster, rubbing your clit on his nose.

Elektra, also, rode him harder. Leaning into him, she steadied her hands on his chest as her hips kept pounding down. She was out of breath, looking so goddamn beautiful. You smiled at the thought so you reached out and held her face, bringing her closer to you. Your lips crashed with hers as Matt pleased both of you.

You broke the kiss "Oh... I'm..." you couldn't speak properly as your orgasm neared.

She grabbed your face in both hands "Hold it, we're all gonna cum together."

You tried your best holding it as she kept riding him. Her legs were trembling so Matt's hands left your thigh to grip her hips, holding her still. Then, he rutted inside her so hard, so deep. She threw her head back moaning loudly.

She looked back at you, holding your eyes "Cum, baby. Now!" she said.

You finally let go, cumming on Matt's face and riding your high. You moaned and whimpered, your legs shaking frantically so you hold onto Elektra. Dizziness hit you as his tongue still worked inside you. Elektra came with a cry, her body trembling over his. Her orgasm hit her hard, she'd definitely collapse if it weren't for Matt's strong hands holding her up. Matt fucked his way to the peak of his pleasure and spilled inside Elektra as his muffled moans and grunts accompanied his spasming abs.

Elektra slowly got up and threw herself next to Matt. Her legs were weak and her whole body felt sore. You lifted yourself off of him and laid between them. Matt let out a sigh. All of you were completely worn out.

"That was... perfect," she looked at you. "Aren't you glad you joined us, sweetie?"

You giggled "I am." You played with the ends of her hair as Matt's arms tightened around you. "Thank you for giving me the best night of my existence."

Elektra saw the adoring look in your eyes. It was clear that you worshipped both her and Matt. It made her heart swell.

"Maybe this wasn't just a one night stand," she muttered.

Your eyes grew big in response. Your heartbeat faltered. Matt chuckled "Go to sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning," he said.

You settled between them more comfortably and they both wrapped you in their magical cocoon of love. You drifted off to a peaceful sleep with a big smile painted on your face.

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prettyeyesnof4ce · 1 year

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Supercilious

Elektra Natchios x gn!reader

Summary: Seeing Elektra in a robe in the right lighting sparks something entirely deserved.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, body worship, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving) (MDNI)

WC: 2.8k

A/N: My first female character x reader fic so go easy on me! Reader is gender neutral, so the oral is being received by Elektra. Any and all feedback is appreciated. I was inspired by that scene where she's wearing that robe heh.

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Approaching tentatively, you had already begun to admire her from where she stood by the window. It was the spring sunset, soft in color yet illuminating in presence.

“You look good like this” You mumble, making your arrival behind Elektra. She was adorned in a deep scarlet robe, sheen and stopping just above the knee. Her hair was swept beyond her shoulders, free flowing along her back, dark umber and thick as ever.

Whether she was aware that the lighting gave her silhouette away once met with the fabric,or had innocently forgotten about the very revealing nature of it didn’t matter. Elektra knew she was your sight for sore eyes, she could be standing there in a potato sack and you’d kneel undoubtedly

A gentle smile would meet her lips, still tinted red despite removing her makeup minutes ago. She was tired from events of the day, maintaining her gaze toward the window despite your presence. Her shoulders heightened as her head dipped.

“Do I?” She spoke, voice never failing to ring like silk. Her feet shuffled ever so slightly, to signal the nerves suddenly inside her. She knew she was under watch.

You make your move on her, hand coming up to rest on her right shoulder.

“Of course” Fingers moving across the surface, you caressed slowly, until you got to her hair, nudging it out of the way to continue. She giggled at the contact on the nape of her neck, hand coming up to bring yours back to its former position. Keeping it there, she held your hand close, tilting her head to rest.

“Describe it to me” Elektra imposed, smile still tugging at her mouth, letting go of your hand. Purposefully turning to face you, her eyes met yours, pupils already blown. You stepped back before taking up her invitation.

The knot which kept the robe closed was loose, allowing some leeway to see her chest. Collarbones, for the most part, are visible. The red shade complimented her olive skin so well, it could threaten to knock the breath out of your lungs.

Knowing what laid below was one thing, yet gawking at it outright and taking in the scene before you was another. She was on display in front of the warmth in the sky, what was not to resist.

She bit her lip as your gaze raked down her torso, taking notice of her piqued nipples. With every rise and fall of her chest, her heartbeat became more aggressive. Despite being well aware of the effect she had on people, there was a smaller part in her that maintained doubt. Being under tight watch gave her insecurity yet filled her with adrenaline. That part of her yearned for praise in its most vulnerable form.

Your hesitation made Elektra hold her breath “What if I didn't?”

Her head quirked to the left, letting go of the chew on her lip. She was blindsided with confusion for a moment before you stepped closer again, hands coming out to grab her face.

Moving some remaining stray hairs behind her ear, you peered into those dark orbs. You could practically scoff at the way her teeth peeked through her glistening lips as her expression went dreamy. It told you all you needed to know about the feelings rising in her, she was on a pedestal of admiration, which excited her more than anything could. She knew what was about to transpire, it didn’t require words.

Switching from the face to the shoulders, your hands resumed their caress along the sheer fabric. The icy touch coupled with the arousal arising in her was terribly addicting. She almost jolted when your thumb grazed the hem below her collarbone, thinking you were going to reveal more, but it didn’t come. Her eyes searched your face, wondering when you were just going to give her your lips, considering the ache of her skin becoming heated. She prayed there would be reprieve, that your hand would slip and you’d graze her breast, but you were meticulous.

Elektra was many things, but being one to beg wasn’t in her handbook. She had to sit this one out while you had your merry way with the dealing of touch.

Once done admiring her shoulders, you dragged two fingers down her arm, the texture causing a *fwip* noise before finding skin. Taking her hand in yours, you brought it up to your mouth, laying the first kiss of many more.

Elektra was falling victim to your persuasion, letting out a small chuckle in effort to cover up the way in which she ached, she wanted more. Her breath hitched once you got down on your knees, hand still being held delicately. You eventually grabbed both of them, gifting kisses to each of them before letting go.

She was staring down at you, the impatience bubbling even more, still being concealed by a glint of amusement. Frankly, the blush creeping up her cheeks was intensifying, wildly growing thanks to the realization of the angle at which you saw her at this very moment.

You gave no inkling of a smile back, only a look of intent, one that said “I wanna ruin you”

It was then when your hands met either side of her legs, unbreaking eye contact as you kissed up them in a painfully slow trail. Elektra parted her thighs slightly, allowing you more surface to peck upon.

She was biting her lip again, a bad habit that was the only thing keeping whines from escaping her, begs and pleas that gave away her stoic, hard exterior. You were able to tear those walls down with ease, and she absolutely loathed it.

“God, what on earth are you doing?” The mask slipped, her eyebrows raising in tune to the tone at which she beckoned for answers. A sliver of a laugh rumbled in you, breathing on the sensitive inner part of her thigh before speaking,

“Appreciating you like you deserve”

Those couple words sent her into more of a frenzy, tripling the rate at which her blood plumped. She was impossibly turned on, every kiss rendering her ability to stand to become weaker.

You stood back up straight, Elektra following you with her eyes before taunting with that seductive stare. She kept switching between your eyes and lips before you took initiative.

Pulling her waist against yours, the crash of your lips couldn’t have come quicker. She whined into your mouth, earning a grunt of approval from you. It was nice to hear some form of expression, that well kept structure only going so far when she had sheer desire racing through her. Again, she didn’t want to admit to that weakness, asking for help with something she couldn’t solve on her own.

Elektra’s lips were as soft as ever, supple and paired well with her tongue that occasionally made its own statement.

Swaying her body, you pulled her toward the couch, motioning her to lay down. She half expected you to land on top of her, and when you didn’t, it nearly warranted another whine. All you were left to stare down at was that dreamy expression from before, only this time her arms were thrown above her head, robe slipping and giving you the first glimpse of her undergarment. Scarlet red, similar to the robe, now parting open and revealing her heated body.

You tilted your head to the right to represent admiration.

“So perfect” left your lips, barely above a whisper and she smirked.

Elektra knew she could remain wordless, she understood this endeavor was nothing more than a pursuit of worship. That and because the teeming arousal growing inside her sewn her mouth shut, any inkling of wit was sinking into the crevices of her mind. Right now, she just wanted you in any shape or form. To soothe the fire inside of her.

She watched as you crowded over her, half hoping your lips would crash into hers again, but you resumed your descent with your mouth on her body. Your knee was hovering, almost wedged right between her legs, the faint contact not going unnoticed. She prayed you’d give some reprieve, before she would take matters into her own hands and buck into the hard surface. But she would not, of course. Those walls of pride and self sufficiency would not be coming down, no matter how intensely she ached.

Elektra’s breathing was nothing short of rampant, eyes shut while you worked the pulse point on her neck, your hands roaming her legs. The coverage of the robe was becoming increasingly immodest, the way she squirmed beneath you being the culprit. It was almost like you read each other's minds when you pulled up and away, fingers stroking down the silky hem, studying the way her chest heaved as you made it down to the knot at her midsection. It was loose enough for a simple tug with your index finger to do the trick, a specific air of silence hanging while it untied.

The winding sliver of skin from her chest down to the crotch of her undergarment revealed itself. It was a gorgeous sight, her head tilting and arms above her head again, like she knew the juxtaposition of her glowing skin and carmine robe was a visual to take in. She laid staring up at you, studying your expression, the manner in which your eyes raked over her near exposed figure was much like a feral animal. She had a rather large obligation to buckle in for the ride that she caused due to her seduction.

You extend a hand down to her face, capturing her jaw softly and swiping a thumb over her bottom lip.

“So pretty” you mumble, two fingers now trailing down the exposed path and her eyelids flutter at the touch.

The impatience is growing in unison to the bubbling of tension in her core, your cold fingers adding to the shivers down her spine. You see a twitch in her hips and you want to smirk so badly. You trace four fingers deftly down her stomach and Elektra follows them with her eyes. The way she parts her legs in arrival to your hand on the waistband pops the bubble of silence and it catches you by simple surprise. It triples the beauty of the sight below you.

Further inspection bursts your restraints to tease.

“You’re so wet” you mutter in response to the splotch of damp color over her crotch, fully visible now with herself bared to you. Your comment catches her off guard, she giggles with an exhale.

“Don’t do that” Elektra taunts back, overcompensating for how vulnerable she feels.

“Do what?” You say as your hand is firm on her inner thigh, rubbing small circles with your thumb reassuringly.

“Make fun of me” She hesitates with the faintest hint of a whimper, that tiny ministration you're doing so close to her core running wild in her mind.

“I would never” You mumble, meandering down on your knees, both of your hands now on the outside of her thighs, idling close to her still clothed hips. Elektra fails to argue anymore, surrendering to your control with a barely audible exhale.

Oh, she’s in for it now.

Resuming your exploration on Elektra’s body, you start to kiss up her thighs, breath becoming labored again as she studies you, for it is all she can do. The flush in her chest and face grows ferociously, the wet, harsh pecks to the smooth delicate surface being the cause. She could almost hold her breath at how fast you ascended with your lips, hot air exiting your nose steadily, tickling the skin.

Once you’re up to her mound, you finally stare back up at Elektra and she’s nothing short of anticipate, chest heaving ever so slightly. She’s so sweet like this, a moment where you have her knocked on her heels, spread nicely, vulnerable and yours.

In her dark brown gaze, she’s desperate, waiting for your pounce. Your lips come down on her clothed core, puckering a kiss on her clit and her mouth falls open in reaction. Without her knowledge during the haze, your arms reach around from under her legs, coming up to her chest, palming her firm breasts. Elektra gasps again as you keep kissing against the delicate fabric, attacking the nub like you’re kissing lips.

You feel the wetness more than double under your attention, it's not enough friction for her liking. She tuts like she wants to speak as you quirk her nipples just right between your fingers. Her back arches when you nuzzle against her with the point of your nose, she’s now finding the words to speak.

“I want it” she rasps silently, another note of desperation. The walls have come down and she needs you. You smile, placing your head on her inner thigh lovingly, pretending like you don’t know but you do.

“What d’ya want love?” you tease.

“I can’t play this game anymore” Elektra sounds defeated, she must take matters into her own hands.

She reaches down, nudging past your arms to get to her waistband, ripping the lace fabric apart with a hard tug. She’s now exposed completely, the once gentle, fluorescent pattern diminished to ragged thread.

A mischievous smile accompanies her flushed face, cheeky and wild. You could almost gasp at the action, she knows what she wants.

Rightfully so, you lick a stripe up her dripping slit, Elektra moans in relief after a lingered chuckle. You return your attention to her hardened peaks, rubbing both of her nipples in unison to the swirl of your tongue. Her hips are already jutting upward into your face, head thrown back making obscene noises. She gets a bit embarrassed to admit it but she gets quite loud when stimulated, the savagery in her craft shining through even in intimate moments.

Her cries are so pleasant, elbows perched and hands gripping to the couch as her body squirms at your mercy. You alternate, finding that she’s intoxicated whenever you give a barrage of licks with the point of your tongue and then come down with a hard suck. The sounds of her sex are filthy when accompanied with her groans of pleasure.

Elektra tries her best but she can’t hold back with the way you lap at her hole, making good use of the aftermath from building the tension earlier. She’s got a penchant for being admired, riling her up in ways that rightfully get her incapacitated under someone’s caress in minutes.

“Uh–mmf!” The constant attention to her bundle of nerves was getting her to climax rather quickly, as if it has been a while since her last. You pull whimpers from her just as fast as the time it took to get her on the couch. Her back arches every time you flicker your eyes back to hers, knowing while face deep in her cunt you’re still admiring her just like before. All eyes on her.

She’s chasing after her breath now, rutting into your unrelenting tongue, gaining as much friction from that textured surface as much as she can. Elektra reaches a rushed hand up to the hand you’re nursing to her breast, as it's still pawing the soft plush roughly. Her other hand is still scratching at the couch fabric, tiding herself in as the knot in her belly grows with every lewd suck.

“Are you going to let me cum? Yeah?” Elektra beckons breathlessly, the whine in her voice not being hidden anymore. You moan languidly into her, as a firm “yes” to her question and she whimpers at the sensation. The heat of her body and scent is deliciously corroding your senses, you take in the experience of having her spread open just for you, worshiping her for all she is. A fiery girl worthy of fine stimulation, until she’s spent beyond her ability.

With a few more gasps you know she’s riding the line, removing yourself from sucking to licking with a hard emphasis. She quivers with a final gasp and she begins to cum under you, body shaking and jerking aggressively. Your arms roaming her torso act as a stabilizer as she rides out her orgasm, face looking downward at your continuous stimulation. Her hips start to jut when you lap faster at her throbbing clit, crying out a whine and it sounds so fucking gorgeous.

You feel your own pleasure dispersing in your chest, and its pride. Grateful that you could get her like this, unguarded and safe with you, that Elektra trusts you to make her come undone. Your admiration for her would never go unnoticed, and it's why you guys get here often in the first place. With your face between her legs, taking her in for all that her scarlet red nature is worth.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! feedback, likes and rbs are optional yet appreciated.

(I do not give permission for this or any of my work to be posted elsewhere without my consent)

#scythe.publishings #scythe.nsfw #elektra natchios x reader #elektra natchios #elektra #daredevil fanfiction #nmcu #elektra natchios smut

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daredevilexchange · 6 months

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The Hands of Hell's Kitchen for @acesammy

Prompts: "No Devil" by San Fermin, Horror Retelling/Fusion, Halloween Party, grainy.

Grief is a powerful thing. It clutches, like greed; it hungers, like gluttony; it aches, like lust; it demands, like pride. Grief envies the past, and can hold one captive in a moment, at a grave, in a memory; it is much like sloth, in this regard. Most importantly, and most dangerously, grief is a sister, hand in hand, with wrath.

A devil with cracked horns. Lady Justice with her gaze shielded. A child wronged by the dead long gone. Grief, palpable, weary, and worn, is angry.

(OR, Foggy Nelson has the idea to share scary stories while the Defenders & Co. drink their Halloween away at the firm. This idea is odd, but he's been thinking, and he has a great one: the tale, sordid but true, of how Avocados at Law was really born.)

TW: Major Character Death(s), Gore, Graphic Violence (choking and blood), Sexual Content (consensual), Abusive background Relationship, Body Horror, Loss of Parent(s), Addiction, Cult Religion, Paranormal Activity, Perseverating Fixations, Hallucinations, Murder, and Unreality.

Relationships:

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock/Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Todd Neiman/Karen Page, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Elektra Natchios & Karen Page

Characters:

Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios, Todd Neiman, Wilson Fisk, The Hand

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Horror, Body Horror, Story within a Story, Foggy Nelson Narrates, Alternate Universe - The Haunting of Bly Manor Fusion, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, MattFoggy Endgame, Church of the Sheltering Hands, Puppetry / Hand Imagery, Abusive Relationship (background), Lotta murder, Religious commentary, parent trauma, Loss of Parent(s), Everybody A+ Parenting, Matt as Dani Clayton, Drug Addiction, A Loving Fuck You to Canon, but in such a way where easter eggs abound, Matt and Foggy stay alive, but that is my only promise

#submission #daredevil fic #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #elektra #elektra natchios #dde2023 #marvel #fanfiction #mattfoggy #mattelektra

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usaigi · 1 year

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“When did Stick tell you about the war?” Matt asks Elektra, placing her cup of tea on the coffee table. Elektra was Stick's favorite, obviously, but how long did Stick keep Elektra in the dark.

“Frankly I’m surprised you never asked.”

“I did,” he scoffs. “He used to hit me whenever I’d ask questions.”

“So you stopped asking questions?”

“Nah, I just got better at blocking,” Matt presses his lips together, masking his resentment. “Did you? Ask questions, I mean.”

“Oh God no. I was such a teacher’s pet back then. I’d do anything Stick said and if the other masters or student had a problem with it, I’d run to hide behind Stick.”

“Why?”

“Why would I bite the hand that feeds me?”

#elektra fawn trauma response w Stick (and later her adoptive parents and Matt)#'me? evil? killing bad?? 🥺 im sowwy i did it for u #u still love me right?'#elektra is a cat that bring home a dead bird and it confused on why youre screaming #drabble #daredevil #matt murdock #elektra natchios #mattelektra #usaigi speaks #dont ask me when this takes place i dont know #mcu #marvel #daredevil fanfiction

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imma-devil · 6 months

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Girls & Boys - blurb

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x fem!reader x Ellaria Sand, Matt Murdock x fem!reader x Elektra Natchios, Damon Salvatore x fem!reader x Elena Gilbert,

Warnings: NSFW (Minors dni)

Tags: Threesomes (MFF), Bisexual [used as an umbrella term], switch!reader, food play, cunnilingus, fingering, shifting position, fainting, multiple orgasms, praise, degradation, bruises, making out, cum eating, oral fixation?, love bites, choking, finger fucking, cum shower, first time, teasing, little to no proofreading.

Word Count: 1,287

A/N: I have fed my bisexual fantasies, I will sleep good tonight. My third piece for Lazy Ghouls Spooktober under prompt 'threesomes.'

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the characters belong to their original creators.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Both are vocal with their praises in adoration of you.

Oberyn is far more doting in his praise, opting to whisper how good you make him feel in your ear or compliment your beauty while you ride him. When he’s between your legs, he likes to smother the compliments that flow from his lips into your clavicle… his Dornish accent growing heavier with each second he comes closer to release.

Ellaria is different. She throws out compliments with the energy of a command, intertwining demeaning language in between. “You’re so good to me my pretty little whore~” she’d usher out between aches and moans as she rode your tongue.

Oberyn and Ellaria both chose you, but let’s be honest… Ellaria is the one who really picked you. Oberyn loves all women and is willing to please the many if granted the choice. He treats you nicely, but it’s Ellaria who acts as if you belong to her. She parades you for all to see like you’re a prize.

Ellaria often likes to watch Oberyn have his way with you. But you’re not innocent, you purposely give her lustful glances or all-out keep eye contact with Ellaria; no matter if Oberyn’s hips are snapping into yours or if he’s spending endless minutes between your legs tending to your core.

When you do this, Ellaria more than likely just observes and smirks at your playful nature. But sometimes, if you push her too far, she’ll shamelessly lift her dress to toy with her heat with her fingers. She’ll make sure you can both hear her moans.

Once Oberyn has worked you over the edge more than enough times, he’ll tend to his wife. He’d bend her over your torso, making sure you feel every thrust no matter how exhausted you are.

When he cums, he makes sure to pull out so he can share his spend amongst you two. His ropes of cum coating Ellaria’s back and your tits. For good measure, he’d swipe through the white coat with his two fingers, just so that he could find it a place on your tongue.

When one of your many escapades is finished, Ellaria feeds fruit platters by hand into Oberyn's mouth. But, don’t feel left out. Oberyn will be sure to cradle the ripe grapes or strawberry slivers between his teeth so that he can share them with you. He likes the taste mixture when he kisses you.

Ellaria will get jealous. She’ll take over, kissing you so longingly that the night begins again. She’ll repeat mantras between heated breaths, “Mine” “You’re mine, little viper.”

Oberyn will watch contentedly for a little while before joining in on the fun.

Matthew Murdock and Elektra Natchios

Matt will definitely be in a mood when you three finally get it on for the first time. He gets quiet, thrumming with energy that he can barely contain. Unable to quell the devil within him, especially with all the history that rests between him and Elektra.

Elektra, who on the battlefield acts like a wild panther, is tamed to a house cat when under the attention of both you and Matt. She becomes pliable under Matt’s rough hands and reduced to whimpers when you work her sensitive bud with your tongue.

Elektra becomes increasingly more sensitive with Matt’s hand around her throat, his hips rolling to meet hers, dragging out a moan from her lips with every thrust. After all, Matt typically liked to take things slow, opting to savor it.

Matt would fight off release at the glide of your tongue on his shaft, prodding at his head in sparse intervals each time he unsheaths himself from Elektra’s cunt.

A frequent position revisited by the group has you on your back in missionary for Matt; Elekra mounting you with her back arched and ass presented. Matt plows into you from this position, his hands marking deep bruises into your hips. All while your hand reaches around Elektra’s thigh, plunging two fingers into her eager pussy. Elektra would be fucked dizzy from your fingers, trying to ground herself by latching her lips onto yours.

Once you’d cum more than one time from Matt’s cock, he would switch to Elektra, fucking up into her with a speed that left her breathless. She wouldn’t be able to think, especially with you rubbing tight circles onto her clit.

After Elektra cums, likely for a fourth or fifth time, she quite literally passes out. Every time this happens, you and Matt often dote on her. The two of you cleaning up, especially when looking after her. Matt would have a content smile resting peacefully upon his lips.

Any time the three of you have sex, it likely ends in you and Matt having idle conversation before you all sleep the night off. When you wake, Elektra always makes a show of wearing Matt’s shirt. The article of clothing often looks like a dress on her tiny frame.

Elektra would return to her sharp flirtations and witty remarks as if nothing happened. But you and Matt both know that you could reel her in with a few simple moves.

Damon and Elena

Elena is needy. The only way this works is if you accommodate that. So, be ready to have to direct your energy towards her in any relationship, including physical. But, lucky for you, Elena actually was okay with a threesome with her boyfriend’s best friend. Funnily enough, it was her idea. It would also be her first time with a partner of the same sex, as well as her first time having a threesome.

When things started off, Damon sat in audience with a glass of bourbon; the buttons of his black shirt undone as he slumped into the couch. He mirrors a separate couch, there seated are you and Elena.

She kneels in front of you, her hands pressing into her thighs in a clear display of anxiousness. Even the rock music that plays faintly in the background doesn’t ease her nerves.

You ask for her permission with every move; allowing you to comb your fingers through the silkiness of her straight hair, lifting her chin in a delicate hold, and placing cautious kisses on her plush lips. Eventually, her hands migrate to drape over your shoulders, signaling a slight release of her hesitancy.

It's not long before Damon abandons his empty glass to sit behind her, gently kneading his fingers into her dainty shoulder blades. His mouth found its spot against the pulse point of her neck, leaving pink blemishes as he traveled up the length of her fair skin to linger below her jaw.

Elena lifts her head to offer him room, growing heavy on her shoulders. You decide to reflect his actions, following what Damon knows to already be successful in wooing the Gilbert girl. Elena shivers at the sensation, not used to the second person. A faint whimper makes its way past her lips, to which you and Damon both smile.

As the night progresses, you end up behind Elena’s back, the two of you lying on Damon’s bed in the boarding house. You support her weight as she leans into you. Damon stands at the bedpost, between her legs. He’s purposeful with his languid thrusts, which you accent with your fingers on Elena’s clit. Your other hand traces the curves of her body, slowly traversing the smoothness of her skin.

Elena likes being pampered, and it shows in the arousal coating her legs.

“Look at how wet you are,” Damon boasts with a mischievous glint.

Elena is silent besides the moans that fill the room like a song, hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment.

#x reader #imagine #fanfiction #blurb #oberyn martell #prince oberyn #ellaria sand #oberyn x reader x ellaria #matt murdock #elektra natchios #matt x reader x elektra #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #damon x elena #damon x reader x elena #x fem!reader

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thebiggerbear · 2 months

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MCU Characters Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff

Maya Lopez

Henry Black Crow Lopez

Elektra Natchios

Yelena Belova (coming soon)

dividers by @firefly-graphics

#mcu characters masterlist #mcu characters #natasha romanoff #elektra natchios #maya lopez #yelena belova #henry black crow lopez #character: natasha romanoff #character: henry black crow lopez #character: maya lopez #character: elektra natchios #character: yelena belova #mcu #fanfiction

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eluvion · 8 months

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📓📓 i want to seeeeeeee

SO greek tragedy elektra natchios fic <33 i MAY write it at some point but as of now its nothing but a bunch of snippets in my notes app. basically it has the same like. weird time shenaniganary of nothing’s a gift and kind of Builds on it ig?? if matt is iphigenia then elektra is obviously. well. electra!! theyre both doomed and theyre both doomed by something out of their control.

its like. part narrative part allusion part script to really dig into the greek tragedy aspect of elektra’s life.

here’s a part that I actually have written:

Her blood tastes like freedom, like whispered Ellie’s, like a refusal to look a wild animal in the eyes. It tastes like good, and choices, and martyrdom. It tastes like Matt, like every light-filled golden strand holding him up, and it tastes like fate tripping and time shaking.

She smiles up at Matt, watches the grief coat his sightless eyes. Sankt, she thinks. Cassandra. Martyr.

Elektra dies. The curtains close. The theater bows, and its double aches. So it goes.

Enter ELEKTRA, grave dirt bitter in her mouth. Enter ELEKTRA, already dead. Enter ELEKTRA, as bound to her fate as she is to her name.

The building falls. Matt lives. Elektra dies. So it goes.

i am just very obsessed with elektra existing as a weapon. and the black sky. and matt’s and stick’s Problem. and the narrative’s sacrifice (twice over). but she never gets to be anything else or anyone else. she tries to step outside the bounds of prophecy and invokes it instead (twice over).

#i might also build in some fun little house of atreus stuff too who knows #elektra natchios #daredevil #fanfiction #snippets #ask games #tumblr games #conversationing #chaoticwhoknows #greek tragedy elektra natchios fic

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akariamai · 1 year

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Forgiveness

Part 1, Part 3

Pairing: Ex!Matt Murdock x Writer!reader

Word Count: 1627

As the poor college student you once were, whose heart was crushed in one of the worst ways possible, you’d had no clue what was awaiting ahead to surprise you. The dream which seemed unreachable at the time. There was a bright future shining over you. The book you wrote a few years after you graduated from Columbia University slowly gained attraction. Suddenly your life has become a whirlwind of good news. You were rising to become a well-known author. Your books began appearing on the shelves of your favorite book stores. Your childhood dream was gradually becoming a reality. You were ecstatic, truly.

You were currently planning a new mystery thriller series in your condo. A giant cork board covering your wall as each piece of the mystery hangs. The cork board contained the entire timeline of your mystery. Red string showcases how they all connect. At first glance, many would’ve chalked it up as a mess. To you, it was your ongoing masterpiece. Notebooks and lone sticky notes covered your work space. A cup of steaming hot coffee was held close to your lips as you looked at the chaos you’ve established. It was your chaos and you treasured it.

Your show of appreciation was disrupted when your phone rang. You very rarely kept the sound on. Writing was hard enough without distractions and while your multitasking had gotten better, it was not that advanced where you could listen to the television while working on the backbones of your series and having your phone on standby. Your friends understood and rarely messaged you with the occasional meme or invitation to go out which you greatly appreciated. They were the best and you loved them dearly.

You walked toward your charging phone, checking the name before answering, “Hello beautiful.” You already knew the reason for this call. It was a reminder to get ready to go out. “I just want to let you know I did not work today.” Lie. “But I did admire my work with a cup of coffee.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Their voice echoed a scanty teasing tone. It supported the mental image, that you created in your mind, of them tilting their head before placing their pointing finger on the lower side of their check. Unintentionally, you were called out on your bullshit. “Maybe because you're a workaholic and refuse to rest your mind and soul.”

You rubbed your forehead gingerly before rushing to grab suitable clothing, “There’s nothing wrong with getting ahead of work. My deadline might seem long but you never know when that pesky writer’s block comes to bite me in the ass.”

They laughed as you searched through your closest. “One night won’t make a difference.”

“How would you know? I could have a revelation at the bar with no paper or pen and forget about when I get home. A true tragedy for my fans.” You were being dramatic and for good reason. It was simply fun to annoy friends. They loved you no matter how annoying you can be and the good ones stick till the end. “Taking advantage of this abnormal desire to write seems to be a hell of a way to spend my night.”

“Which you have last night and the night before that and the night before that. I don’t want you to burn out and feel uninspired. I know how you get when you're pressed for time.” It was not pretty. You basically have a complete and utter meltdown. Scurrying to finish to reach the deadline while also not disappointing your fans or doing such a disservice to your characters.

As you could not win in this playful argument, you relented. “See you there.”

~~~

The glass bottle clanked when they were slightly tapped against one another and you and your friend cheered for good fortune. The place your friend had chosen was, to the untrained mind, a dump but places like these were the best. The tap water however cannot be trusted. While it looked ghastly, it kept so many memories within its walls. A secret only the building will know when everyone ceases to exist and more memories continue to be harbored. Tonight you will be one of those secrets. Another body the bar sheltered and one that will soon leave when the night is replaced by day.

You didn’t notice them. Two old faces sitting in the same bar astonished you were so close yet in an entirely different universe. One watching with fond eyes, the other unable to do the same. One was ecstatic to see you once again, grown into the person you were meant to be, and the other, filled with guilt for how things ended. There was another with them, an unfamiliar face, and witnessing the jolting glances they sent to you.

“[Reader].” One whispered so lowly the others didn’t hear. The sound of your heart beat once again gracing his ears. He missed you. Once the tinted frames of Elektra were smashed away, he realized the devastating aftermath left in her wake. The relationship that was once wondrous and blissful was gone. Ruined and tarnished by his inability to not decimate his own happiness.

There was always one thing he wanted to say, after he freed himself from his own blindness, if he was ever granted the chance, was to apologize. His mishandling of the situation caused you so much unnecessary harm and there was only him to blame. He fell for Elektra charm and her assertions of being cut from the same cloth. Still there was no excuse for what he did.

“I’ll be right back.” He assured Foggy, who knew of his intentions, and Karen, who remained confused. Foggy remembered those late night talks after the whole Elektra situation detonated. Matt mourned the loss of a healthy relationship and shame remained to haunt him. If Foggy was being honest, he missed you. He loved to hang out with you and Matt despite the lovey-dovey gestures you’d paraded around him. It felt like a glimpse of what real love was.

Matt reached your table before asking, “[Reader]?” You had never known of his powers and yet always treated him like an able-bodied person. With the occasional but completely harmless quips surrounding his blindness. After all these years, he wondered of all the moments you would’ve shared together had he not doomed your love. He wondered if you laid awake flustered at the thought of his lips.

“Matt?” He looked different yet the same. The years have gone easy on him since the last time you’d spoken. He matured like fine wine. “What are you doing here?” Not in the bar. You wanted to add. Here by me.

He straightened his posture, “I wanted to speak with you.” And apologize. “Alone if that’s alright with you.” The conversation he hoped to have should not be for anyone other than yourself. At least for this specific moment. He knew friends (Foggy) would want an update.

Your friend gave you a look before you assured them that you would be fine. They walked away, too far to listen but not so much they’d lose sight of you. Matt took over the now empty seat and the two of you sat in silence. The agonizing tension striking the two of you like a club or, in this case, a cane.

“What did you want to talk about?” The relationship you once had was short-lived but memorable. Your first taste of what love should’ve been until it was spiked with poison. You had plenty of time to reflect upon your brief passion towards one another but you were still left with questions. Maybe they can finally be answered.

“I was - I’m sorry.” His head faced the stained table as if he was ashamed of himself and granted he should be. “I know we didn’t end off on the right foot and it was my fault. I should’ve handled it better but my naive younger self was thoughtless of the pain and anguish I’d caused you. There are no words to describe how embarrassed and ashamed I am for not apologizing sooner.”

There it was. The apology you’ve been missing for years and now you had it. Apologies are never enough, however, it is merely words seeking for an ounce of forgiveness. Forgiveness is a fickle matter to you. It is, in your mind, unnecessary when burying the hatchet of the past. Forgiveness is not for you but the person who hurt you. Moving on does not require forgiveness. Moving on, in its true form, is reflecting on what was done and finding a semblance of peace.

You found yourself only able to mutter a simple thank you and the tension heightened. There was nothing more to say. Nothing that truly mattered in this moment. “I’d like to make it up to you.” He offered, “A redo of sorts. We can go to that diner we've loved.”

The thought almost made you laugh. A redo. At the place where it all began and ended. Moving on was one thing but the memories will always linger. The pain never truly vanishes. It merely blooms in a different form.

Shaking your head, “No.” The word spilled out of your lips with such sternness. Matt tensed when they reached his ears. “I don’t think so. While I do appreciate your apology, I’d rather not exhume what once was. Our love, no matter how short, is and will forever always remain six feet under.” You couldn’t fathom his train of thought. How ridiculously seeming it was. “I’d rather leave the past where it belongs and I suggest you do the same. Do, however, say hi to Foggy. I have missed him.”

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