#elektra natchios x female reader
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court, you’re the only person i can think of that would understand this on the level i do…
jessica and elektra fighting for readers attention and just end up both having their way with r after realizing they can (competitively) share
that’s all..🩵
I don't think i've ever written something so fast
I got carried away (as usual) but I have a feeling you're not going to mind at all
happy valentine's day from me to you <3
warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors please dni), word count 2.3k
sharing.
At first it was confusing. You couldn’t comprehend why two of the hottest women in New York, two of the hottest women you had ever seen period, seemed to want to spend so much time around you. Jessica Jones, who never wanted unsolicited advice or help from anyone, seemed to want your opinion on every case she was working on lately, claiming she needed an extra pair of eyes. And Elektra Natchios, who could have anyone out of the countless people throwing themselves at her feet, was constantly needing a last minute plus one to lavish galas and decadent events, and you were the company she chose.
You didn’t think much of it. Alias Investigations was only composed of three people, and Jess had been taking on a lot more clients lately. She knew you had a strong interest in investigative work, and she enjoyed your fresh perspective. Ellie told you the tenuous small talk was easier with you at her side, and she had said the events would be a great networking opportunity for you to make influential connections in your chosen career path; to which she hadn’t been wrong.
On the surface, it seemed like they were both just being really good, yet unexpected, friends.
However, when Jessica and Elektra crossed paths in your company, you noticed something strange.
In the rare instances the three of you happened to all be in a room together, there was an undeniable tension between Jess and Ellie. Initially you thought it was just because the two were so starkly different. Jessica was a brute force to be reckoned with that had an affinity for whiskey and zero tolerance for petty bullshit. Elektra was a charming manipulator that had more money than God and could cut people down with words sharper than the blade strapped to her inner thigh. You thought it was the graphic dissonance in their personalities that made them appear to despise one another until Karen cracked the code with a knowing smirk on her pink lips.
“They’re both into you.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on, babe. You’re not that dense. Think about it.”
Ever since Karen planted that seed, it had been uncontrollably growing inside your head like wild ivy, each sprout blooming with new buds of realization. Everything began to shift into focus. Elektra sending outfits to your apartment that were elegant, but left little to the imagination, and were styles that she had specifically chosen for you. Jessica coming by your place late at night, the case she feigned needing help with long forgotten on your coffee table with each refill of your glass. Elektra looping her arm through yours every time the two of you went somewhere, like a possessive show of ownership. Jessica placing her hand on your lower back to usher you inside every time she opened the door for you, shooting anyone that dared get too close to you a menacing glare.
The hunger in both of their eyes every time they looked at you.
You couldn’t believe you had been so blind. The clues had been right there in front of your face the entire time, but you hadn’t even been aware there was a mystery to solve. It never once crossed your mind that the two women you fantasized about late at night when tides of loneliness had your hand slipping between your thighs, pretending it was one of theirs instead, that they could actually be craving the exact same thing.
Once it all clicked in your brain, you didn’t know how to act around them anymore, and you weren’t sure how to bring it up. Now when Elektra treated you to lunch and reached across the table to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you didn’t see it as a friendly gesture anymore. That was something a lover would do. And when Jessica let herself into your office, setting an iced coffee on your desk from your favorite cafe while plopping down in the chair across from your desk to complain about her latest case, you saw it for what it really was. An excuse to see you.
Knowing they were both into you had your mind unraveling strand by strand. How could you just pick one of them? Did you have to? Would they be upset if you didn’t pick?
After overthinking it to the brink of insanity and guzzling an entire bottle of wine for liquid courage, you impulsively invited them both over to your apartment. Despite the late hour, both of them responded immediately and were at your front door in record time.
To say they were annoyed to see each other was an understatement, but before they could get stuck in yet another passive aggressive argument, you cleared your throat to get their attention.
“I want you both.”
A crease of puzzlement furrowed in the middle of Jessica’s forehead while Elektra raised one of her perfectly arched brows in an expression of amusement complimented by a ruby painted smirk.
“Sharing has never been my forte, darling.”
Swallowing thickly, you straightened your shoulders as you appeared to make yourself seem a little taller while crossing your arms across your chest.
“Sharing is what you do when you care about someone, Ellie.”
Elektra let out a dark laugh, tilting her head to the side slightly as her deep brown eyes narrowed in your direction. Her ruby painted lips parted when she bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, and it sent an icy chill down your spine.
“Look how cute she is, pretending she’s in charge. Over indulged a bit and feeling brave, are we?”
Elektra motioned with her head towards the empty wine bottle lingering on the coffee table, and your lips parted as you went to speak, but nothing came out. You hadn’t really planned this out well. In your perfect scenario, the two of them would simply give in and agree to your demands, but you seemed to forget that you were dealing with two of the most headstrong people you had ever met.
When Jessica seemed to grasp what was going on and what you were implying, her full lips tugged upwards into a devilish smirk, and she slowly peeled her leather jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.
“I think she is. You gotta admire her attempt. It’s kinda cute.”
Elektra crossed her arms over her chest, her dark eyes roaming over your entire figure, the ravenous hunger in them further amplified by the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains.
“What should we do with her?”
“Why don’t we give her what she wants?”
Elektra turned her head to look at Jessica with an expression of incredulity.
“You think she’s earned it?”
Jessica took a step closer towards Elektra, staring down into her eyes intently, their noses barely an inch apart. Elektra had such a large personality and a commanding presence that you forgot she wasn’t the tallest person in the room.
“I don’t give a shit what she’s earned. I know what I want, and I’m pretty fucking tired of waiting. So, do you really wanna hold off just to teach a lesson? Or do you wanna help me fuck her senseless?”
Nothing could have prepared you for those words slipping out of Jessica’s mouth, or the way they knocked the very breath out of your lungs and made you nearly come on the spot. The way they were speaking about you like you weren’t even there should have made your blood boil, but it only aroused you further. And when Elektra turned her head to look at you with a wicked grin, you knew you were done for.
“Alright then. I suppose I could make an exception.”
And that’s how you found yourself tied up to your own bed, helplessly watching as Jessica and Elektra ate your pussy at the same time. It didn’t take much of Jessica’s strength to keep your hips pinned down to the mattress, and no matter how hard you tried to move, she wouldn’t let you budge. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open from the intensity of the pleasure, but you didn’t want to miss a second of the erotic sight in front of you.
Elektra and Jessica were both naked and nestled between your thighs, making them spread as far apart as they could go. They took turns gliding their warm tongues along your soaked cunt, lapping at your clit and suckling it between their lips. Each of them had a finger slipped inside your tight heat, pumping steadily at a synchronized rhythm that had your lower stomach contracting. When they turned their heads to lick you at the same time, your clit got caught in the tandem of their tongues tangling together, and it had you arching your back off the mattress.
“Fuck…”
A soft whimper escaped your lips when Elektra and Jessica turned their attention to each other for a moment, and you watched as they shared a sensual kiss, tasting your arousal on one another’s lips, all while fingering you still. It was the hottest sight you had ever seen, and it had you on the edge of combusting. It was absolute torture not being able to touch them or taste them in return.
“Jess…Ellie…please.”
“What is it, pretty girl?”
Jessica’s tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip as she looked up at you through half mooned eyes, and Elektra grinned while she leaned in to teasingly brush her lips over your clit.
“I think our pretty girl wants to come.”
Elektra wrapped her soft warm lips around your clit, flicking her tongue over it repeatedly, and Jessica took the opportunity to reach behind her to slip her other hand between Elektra’s thighs, slipping two of her fingers into her wet pussy. Elektra let out a savory moan that rippled against your clit in a way that had your thighs trembling.
“F-fuck-”
“Is that it, baby girl? You wanna come?”
“Yes…yesyesyes, please.”
Jessica sank her teeth down into her bottom lip, glancing between the look of sheer desperation on your face while you begged, watching the way Elektra devoured your soaked cunt, and then admiring the way her fingers were slowly fucking you and Elektra simultaneously.
“I bet I could make you both come at the same time. What do you think Ellie, you wanna come too?”
Elektra retracted her lips from your clit only for a moment, looking up at Jessica in pure insatiable desire as breathless pants escape her parted lips.
“I like a challenge.”
Jessica’s full lips parted into a huge grin as she leaned in closer, nipping at Elektra’s bottom lip roughly.
“Then keep going.”
Jessica was fucking you with her fingers at a pace that was almost inhuman, curling them upwards to rub against that divine spot inside of you that made you forget your own name. Elektra was sucking on your clit ardently, and her own moans of pleasure were frantically vibrating against your sensitive nub from the way Jessica was fucking her with her fingers. Your jaw was completely slack, nothing coming out besides incoherent noises. You had never felt anything like this before, and the intensity was nearly overwhelming. The obscene sounds of Elektra slurping on your pussy, her salacious moans, the lewd squelching of Jessica’s fingers fucking both yours and Elektra’s cunts, and Jessica’s filthy praises were only pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? To be fucked like a good little slut?”
“Jess-”
“Oh I wasn’t just talking to you, pretty girl. I was talking to her too. Seems like all you both needed was a little attitude adjustment.”
Jessica slipped her fingers out of Elektra’s pussy only for a second to smack her palm roughly against her ass, leaving a perfectly reddened outline of her handprint on Elektra’s skin. Elektra let out a sharp moan in response, fisting the sheets tightly in her hands when Jessica suddenly slipped her fingers back into her eager cunt without warning. Jessica let out a dry laugh when Elektra raised her ass higher in the air.
“I knew you’d like that you spoiled brat.”
You weren’t sure if it was Jessica’s fingers or Elektra’s mouth that sent you catapulting into the void of ecstasy, but your throat was raw from the scream that ripped through it as you began to convulse uncontrollably. Your entire body trembled violently from the aftershocks of such a potent explosion of gratification. The restraints around your wrists had rubbed your delicate skin sore and tender from how hard you had been tugging at them, but that pain didn’t even register in your brain at the moment. All you could focus on was how weightless you felt, as if you were floating amongst the clouds with a blissful fucked out smile on your lips.
“I think we broke her.”
Elektra’s velvet cadence was distant in your ears, but it still filled your body with a sense of warmth along with the familiar sound of Jessica’s dry laugh.
“I think she just needs a minute. Clearly her sex life has been a goddamn joke.”
“Well, while she recovers, I’d like to see just how unbreakable you are.”
“Do your worst.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
A tingle spread throughout your lower half when you felt the two of them shifting on the mattress, and you forced yourself back into a conscious state, wanting to witness the spectacle you were about to have a front row seat to.
You could definitely get used to sharing.
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Elektra Natchios Masterlist
dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Summer sleepover
running from august 21st to august 23rd
We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!
As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.
⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.
⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.
⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.
⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.
⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.
⋆ You can request up to three times.
⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.
⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.
characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.
aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.
kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.
date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.
domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.
☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆
No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston
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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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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.
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How do we feel about Matt and you bumping into Elektra? How’d that go down?
I’d fuck them both, threesome let’s goooooo!!😌
Lmao no but okay seriously here’s a mini headcanon:
Elektra is soooo possessive I just know she’d be foaming at the mouth to see Matt with you now
She’d just be super passive aggressive, like almost ignoring you completely, keeping all her focus on Matt
She’d call him Matthew with such emphasis to rub in that that’s what she used to call him
She’ll be trying to reminisce about all the ‘fun’ her and Matt used to have
She’d definitely try and reach out to play with the front of his jacket but he’d catch her wrist and yank her hand away
Don’t you worry bc Matt’s got your back
He’d dodge every effort she made to remind him about the ‘good old days’, telling her that’s he’s so much happier where he is now
He’ll compliment you every chance he gets, almost showing you off in front of Elektra
He’ll keep his arm tightly around your waist, his hand splayed across your hip / stomach for emphasis
He’ll place a kiss to your temple as he compliments you again about something
And that’s when you’ll grab the back of his neck and pull him in for deeper kiss, keeping him in place until you hear a sharp huff and the sound of Elektra’s heels fading as she storms off
- Hope🐝
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Redemption
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2H8eb4V
by collectingstories
Based on this request from Tumblr: Love your writing!! Could I please request a Matt Murdock x reader? Maybe something set during/after S3 and involving the reader patching up his injuries. Basically anything really fluffy with Matt using the speech prompts 19. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” and 46. “I thought I lost you.”
Words: 1482, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Daredevil (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Karen Page (mentioned), Foggy Nelson, The Punisher (mentioned), Wilson Fisk, Nobu (mentioned)
Relationships: Matt Murdock/Reader, Matt Murdock/Original Female Character(s), Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Reader is an emergency room nurse, Matt is injured, Hurt Matt Murdock, Fluff, trying to mend a relationship while you bleed out on the couch
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2H8eb4V
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girls night
pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader
summary: elektra is always trying to convince you to come out with her. one night, you convince her to stay in.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this one goes out to my one & only @pleasurebuttonwrites. thank you for requesting this & letting me be a feral whore for my babygirl elektra. ❤️ as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
To say you were intimidated when you first met your roommate would be a severe understatement. Elektra Natchios radiated pure confidence, came from a family that was richer than God, and always got whatever she wanted.
Oh, and on top of that, she was drop dead fucking gorgeous.
The second you stepped through the door of your shared dorm room, her deep brown eyes were on you, shamelessly analyzing you from head to toe before meeting your stupefied gaze. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she quirked one of her perfectly arched dark brows.
“You must be Y/N?”
And she had an accent. Of course she fucking did.
You couldn’t even speak. She was dressed to the nines in an outfit that probably cost more than your entire life with perfectly straightened hair while you were…well…it was move in day so you had on a comfy pair of leggings and your favorite sweatshirt, and your hair that you hadn’t brushed in three days was tied in a knot on top of your head that was far too messy to be passed off as cute.
Clutching onto your bag a little tighter, you feebly nodded as you stared at her. Elektra seemed to find your quietness amusing, because her lips pulled into a full blown devilish grin as she sauntered over to you.
“Oh don’t be shy, little dove. We live together now. I’ll get you to open up for me sooner or later.”
Elektra fully taking you under her wing was not something you had anticipated. You weren’t really sure what to think of her at first. You didn’t necessarily think she would be a mean girl, but you certainly didn’t think she would like you. The two of you were polar opposites.
Elektra could be abrasive to some, demanding oftentimes, and probably came off as a spoiled brat to anyone that dared to tell her no, but she was always gentle and patient with you.
She constantly invited you to come out with her friends, which you always graciously declined, to which she would purse her ruby lips in a pout and give you pleading eyes that nearly made you give in; but she never pushed you.
“Alright, fine. Don’t come have a good time with me. Just break my heart, yet again.”
She asked for your opinions on placement when she wanted to re-decorate, which happened to be every two months like clockwork.
“Styles come and go, love. We’ve got to keep up with the times. Don’t you think the couch would look better over there?”
She constantly bought you things that she would just leave around for you to find, knowing that you would protest if she tried to give them directly to you, and would come up with an excuse as to why you both needed it.
“Darling, your coffee machine was practically being held together by duct tape. Besides, you love espresso, and so do I. And it came in your favorite color. We need the best caffeine money can buy if we’re to survive midterms, yeah?”
You warmed up to her pretty quickly, granted she didn’t give you an opportunity not to, but you never felt like you could fully let go with her.
Because you had a massive crush on her.
It made you want to slam your head against the nearest wall, because falling for your best friend? What a total fucking cliche.
But still, every time she crawled onto the couch and laid her head in your lap asking you to read whatever was in your hands to her, your heart started to thrash against your ribcage. Every time she grabbed onto your arm or held your hand when the two of you were walking around campus, you tried to fight the blaze that stained your cheeks a deep shade of pink. Every time she joined you in your bed in one of your oversized t-shirts and nothing else, snuggling up close to you for movie night, it left you feeling heavy with despondency.
Because it was so fucking easy.
Being with Elektra was like breathing. She understood you in a way that no one ever had, or had taken the time to try to before. She made sure that you felt included on the rare occasion that you did join her for a group outing. She listened patiently and intently when you vented about having a bad day, and always offered words of encouragement or comfort, whichever one you needed most. She made you feel worthy and supported, and wanted.
“Don’t know what I’d do without you, little dove.”
But she also let you in too. She let you see the sides of her that she hid from everyone else. She let you hold her when she cried. She confided her fears and mistakes in you. She pleaded for forgiveness when she lost her temper because of a sour mood. She let you see the real Elektra.
Which only made it harder for you to deny how you really felt.
Because Elektra was beautiful, and witty, and intelligent, and kind. She was the beaming sun right in the center of your universe, and you were drawn to her like gravity.
But so was everyone else.
And Elektra was never alone.
She always had a boyfriend that she would either dump because she didn’t feel like they were good enough, or drown in a bottle of mezcal over because they’d treated her poorly. In the five months that you’d known her, she had never dated a girl, or expressed any interest in them, which made you more adamant about hiding your feelings.
Because falling in love with your best friend was one thing. But falling for your best friend, that you lived with, that was straight, was a whole other thing.
You ran the risk of not just making your friendship with Elektra awkward by telling her the truth and ruining everything, but losing her friendship completely, and also having to find a new place to live when you inevitably freaked her out and made her uncomfortable.
As you laid on your stomach on Elektra’s bed, you watched her while she got ready in front of her vanity, letting out a soft sigh.
“Ellie, do you have to go tonight?”
“My presence has been requested, and there’s an open bar.”
“We have an open bar.”
Elektra glanced at you in the reflection of the mirror, her signature smirk curling at the edge of her lips as she pulled off the cap of her lipstick.
“You could always join me.”
“Or you could stay.”
Elektra paused as she stared at you in the mirror, tilting her head to the side slightly as her smirk evaporated. Your heart suddenly started to beat louder in your ears. You never asked her to stay when she said she was going out.
“Do you want me to?”
There was an emotion in her eyes that you couldn’t read. No one was better at masking how they really felt than her, and it annoyed you since you couldn’t hide your feelings to save your own life. Dropping your gaze to the book beneath you that you had been pretending to read, you lightly shrugged your shoulders.
“You don’t have to. We just…haven’t had a night just us in awhile. Thought we could have a girls night or something.”
Please stay. Don’t go out tonight. Don’t go home with some asshole.
When you lifted your gaze, a sharp gasp slipped past your lips and your eyes widened slightly seeing that Elektra had knelt in front of the end of the bed and was staring right at you.
“I’ll stay if you want me to.”
You always felt nervous under the intensity of her alluring gaze. Letting out a soft laugh, you glanced back down at your book.
“You sure? Your presence was requested.”
Elektra grasped your jaw in her hand to lift your gaze, staring into your eyes as she nodded in your direction.
“You’re more important.”
You were frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from hers, and your heart was beating so loud you swore she could hear it in the silence. After what felt like an eternity, but was more likely about a minute, Elektra dropped your chin and clasped her hands together with a bright smile on her lips.
“So, girls night. What shall we do?”
An entire pizza and half a bottle of tequila later, you and Elektra were on the couch trying to decide what latest drinking game you should play. A tiny little voice in the back of your head was trying to warn you about something…something about alcohol being a truth serum and another drinking game being a bad idea…but you were having so much fun, you simply drowned it out. Elektra waved her hand around frantically as she moved to sit on her knees on the couch in front of you, a devious smile on her lips as her eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Ooh, I’ve got one. Let’s play truth or dare.”
“Oh come onnnn, Ellie. You know everything about me already-”
“Don’t be a coward, darling. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Sense of adventure? What are you-”
“Shh shh shh. We’re playing. You go first.”
Rolling your eyes with a playful smile, you leaned your head back against the couch as you took another sip of your drink.
“Okay, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“Okay…I dare you…to…not spend money for an entire day.”
A shocked gasp parted Elektra’s lips as she stared at you with wide eyes, scoffing loudly as she reached for her drink.
“Evil. Dares are supposed to be fun, not mean.”
“That was not mean!”
“Was too. Fine, I see how this game is going to be. Truth or dare, love. Choose wisely.”
Elektra arched one of her dark brows in challenge as a wolfish grin settled on her lips. The look in her eyes suddenly made you nervous, and you giggled anxiously as you lightly shrugged.
“Fine, truth.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun.”
“You said choose wisely.”
Elektra tilted her head to the side slightly as she studied you, her mocha eyes traveling from the top of your face down to your bare thighs where your shirt had ridden up slightly. They lingered there for a moment before snapping back up to yours.
“Have you ever been in love?”
Your lips parted in surprise at the question, and you quickly averted your gaze to the contents of your glass.
Yes.
“Um…I…think so, yeah.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Why not?”
“I never…never told them.”
“Why?”
“I…just didn’t. Truth or dare?”
A displeased sigh slipped from Elektra’s mouth as she sat back on her heels, taking another sip of her drink.
“Truth.”
“Are your parents really not going to be home for Christmas, or did you feel bad I was staying here alone?”
Elektra narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her lips as she looked over at you.
“They’ll be in Mont Blanc.”
“And you didn’t want to go?”
“I got burnt out as a child. Truth or dare?”
Nibbling on your bottom lip, you traced your finger around the rim of your glass as you hummed in thought.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to tell me why you didn’t tell that person you were in love with them.”
You instantly flickered your eyes up to find that Elektra was already staring at you expectantly. She had that look on her face that let you know she wasn’t letting this go anytime soon. Letting out a heavy exhale through your nose, you shook your head as you downed the rest of your glass.
“Because I knew it wouldn’t work out.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not their…type.”
“Did they tell you that?”
“No-”
“Then how do you know?”
“Because I just…know, Elektra. Can we drop it, please?”
Elektra pursed her lips in a dissatisfied pout at the use of her full name. Reaching over to set your glass on the coffee table, you moved to stand as you tucked your hair behind your ears.
“I think I’m gonna call it a night.”
Before you could get off the couch, Elektra grabbed onto your wrist and reached over to set her glass on the coffee table next to yours.
“Not yet. I have one more dare for you.”
“I’m really not in the-”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
All of the oxygen in your lungs seemed to disappear as those five words hit your ears. Your eyes nearly tripled in size as you stared at Elektra in complete bewilderment. Surely your buzzed brain hadn’t heard her correctly.
“W-What?”
“You heard me.”
There was no humor dancing around in her eyes. Her stunning features were void of any hints of playfulness or jest. As a matter of fact, she almost looked…nervous? You could see her chest start to rise and fall a little quicker when you didn’t attempt to move or speak, and her tongue quickly darted out to wet her lips.
“It…it’s me, isn’t it? The one you’re in love with?”
Elektra stared at you with hope glimmering in her irises and a timid smile ghosting across her lips as she inched closer on her knees. All you could do was gaze at her while your brain tried to process her words and form a coherent reply. Had you had that much tequila? Were you passed out and dreaming right now?
No…her words had evaporated every drop of alcohol in your system. You were completely stone cold sober at the moment and stupefied in place. The longer the silence drew on, the more the hope in her eyes morphed into panic, and that little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to say something.
Suddenly Elektra climbed onto your lap and took your face in her hands, frantically searching your eyes and nodding as a nervous smile tugged at her mouth.
“Tell me it’s me. Please…tell me it’s me. Kiss me and tell me it’s me.”
Elektra looked like she was on the verge of tears, and there was a vulnerability lodged in her throat that you had never heard in her voice before as she pleaded with you.
“It’s you, Ellie.”
A tear slipped down her cheek as she broke out into the biggest grin you had ever seen on her face, laughing happily as she surged forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss. The spark you felt when your lips connected seemed to jolt you out of the trance you were in, and your hands flew up to grip onto her waist to pull her closer. Her lips were just as pillowy and warm as you’d imagined they would be, and you hummed in satisfaction at how good it felt to finally kiss her.
Elektra pulled away slowly to look at you, her eyes searching yours as she rubbed her thumb along your cheekbone. A slight furrow formed between your brows as you looked back at her.
“Wait…are you-”
“In love with you? Yes.”
“And you’re just now telling me?”
“You didn’t tell me either.”
“Yeah but…you…had…boyfriends. Lots of them.”
Elektra rolled her eyes as she grinned, moving closer on your lap as she shook her head slowly.
“Just play things, darling. Nothing more. All I really wanted was you. Thought I was making that clear, but I suppose I wasn’t doing a very good job.”
“I…guess I just thought…you wouldn’t want me…like…that.”
Elektra’s eyes suddenly darkened, and the look had your breath hitching in your throat. She leaned in languidly, tracing her thumb over your bottom lip as her mouth split into a wicked smirk.
“Why don’t you let me show you how I want you?”
She didn’t wait for an answer as she surged forward again, capturing your lips this time in a much hungrier kiss. She nipped lightly at your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue, and your lips instantly parted in a gasp. You couldn’t hold back the moan that echoed in your throat when Elektra slipped her tongue in your mouth, and your grip immediately tightened on her waist. She kissed you so fiercely it made you dizzy, and you fought your need to breathe so that you didn’t have to stop.
Elektra trailed her opened mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck as you panted, gently nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and sucking harshly at the juncture above your collarbone. A soft whine fell from your mouth feeling her tongue soothe the sting of her bites and bruises, and you shivered as her warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.
“Sound so pretty, little dove. Wonder what other pretty sounds you can make for me, hm?”
You tightly fisted her shirt to pull her even closer, reveling in the sound of her melodic giggle filling your ears.
“You wanna take this off?”
“Please.”
Gripping onto the hem of her shirt, you quickly tugged it upwards, moaning softly at the sight of Elektra’s bare chest. Gazing up at her in desperation, a wide grin split her mouth open as she moved her dark hair off her shoulders, grabbing your wrists to guide your hands upwards.
“You can touch me.”
Delicately cupping her breasts in your hands, you gave them a gentle squeeze before brushing your thumbs over her nipples, your mouth falling open at the way she let her head fall back and arched her chest further into your needy palms. Sitting up a little, you leaned in to attach your lips to her neck, teasing her nipples between your thumbs and index fingers as you grazed your teeth along her shoulder. Elektra started to slowly rock her hips against yours, which caused the heat between your thighs to rage into a wildfire, and you could feel your thighs starting to stick together with desire.
All of a sudden Elektra pushed at your shoulders, gripping onto the hem of your shirt to tear it over your head, and she wrapped her hand around your throat as she pulled you in for another passionate kiss. You moaned into her mouth in surprise at the feeling of her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, digging your fingertips into her thighs as your tongues tangled together. Her other hand boldly explored your chest, alternating between squeezing at your breasts and toying with your nipples, causing you to whine against her lips.
Pulling away breathlessly, Elektra moved off of your lap to sink onto her knees before you, staring up at you with eyes completely eclipsed with lust. She pulled you closer to the edge of the couch by your hips and leaned in to wrap her lips around one of your nipples, causing you to moan out loudly in surprise. She swirled her tongue slowly around the peaked bud, and you cried out when she lightly bit down on it. Her free hand parted your thighs so she could move further in between them, and you gasped when her nails dragged along your lower stomach right above your panty line.
“I want these off.”
All you could do was feebly nod as she tugged the soaked fabric down your legs, her mouth hanging open as she spread your thighs further apart. An eager moan fell from her mouth as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, rubbing her thumb in slow circles on your inner thigh.
“Oh darling…look at you. What a mess you’ve made for me. So pretty, my love. Can I show you how pretty you are?”
“Ellie…please…”
Elektra closed her eyes for a moment as a proud smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Letting them flutter open slowly, she locked her gaze on yours as she moved her hand closer between your thighs, keeping eye contact as she collected some of the wetness dripping from your core. The delicate touch made you jump, and you whined as you stared back at her with need.
“Please.”
“Say my name again.”
“Ellie…”
Elektra sank her teeth deep into her bottom lip as she slowly pushed her finger into your welcoming heat, her lips parting slowly as your mouth hung open and your head dipped back. You sucked in a deep breath as she retracted it slowly before slipping it right back in easily.
“Again.”
“Please…”
Elektra reached forward to wrap her hand around your throat again, giving it a light squeeze as she gazed into your eyes, gliding her tongue along her front teeth before flashing you a devious smirk.
“Say my name again, little dove. Let me hear you beg for me.”
“Elektra…please.”
Before her name could even fully roll off your tongue, her head was between your thighs, and her lips were wrapped around your clit. You moaned loudly at the sensation of her warm mouth and wet tongue devouring you as she slipped another of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but roll your hips upwards against her face in search of more, which she didn’t seem to mind. Elektra hummed against your pussy, which sent vibrations of pleasure throughout your lower half, and you moaned her name again when she curled her fingers upwards against that spongy part inside you that turned you into an incoherent fucking mess.
You weren’t sure what was louder; the sounds of you desperately crying out her name or the obscene slurping sounds coming from Elektra sucking fervently on your clit while her expert fingers explored inside the depths of you. She moaned again when you slipped your fingers into her dark hair and tugged, and it made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
“Ellie…please…”
Your voice came out so high pitched and breathless, you didn’t even recognize it. Elektra replaced her tongue with her thumb, massaging your clit in quick circles with applied pressure as she looked up at you with her lips glossed with your wetness.
“God, I could come just from how good you taste. You’re doing so well for me, my love. Doing so good letting me have you like this. I want you to come on my face, can you do that for me?”
“Fuck…Elektra…”
A huge grin took over her mouth as her tongue darted out to lick over her lips, teeth lightly grazing over her bottom lip as she hummed.
“Love the way you say my name. Make it sound so pretty. Now, make me proud and come on my face.”
Elektra dipped her head back down between your thighs, alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking on it with renewed vigor. Her fingers continued to massage that spongy tissue inside you in a ‘come closer’ motion with more pressure, and you gripped onto the back of her head to grind your hips against her face. Your moans got breathier and higher in pitch the more your orgasm steadily built in your lower half, and Elektra hummed against you in encouragement, various chants of mm’s & mhm’s reverberating against your core.
“Yes…yes…right…right there, please. Please Ellie…ah…oh fuck!”
When you finally reached your peak, a blinding white orchestra of electricity buzzed in your veins and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire nervous system. Elektra continued to drag her soft tongue along your slick pussy as she gripped onto your thighs tightly, digging her nails so hard into your flesh that she left maroon crescent shaped indentations behind. She didn’t stop even as you came down from riding out your high, and you nearly sobbed from overstimulation as you futilely pushed at her shoulders.
With the loss of her warm mouth, the cool air hitting your soaked cunt felt like a slap, and you winced with a whine as you clamped your thighs shut. Elektra giggled softly as she rubbed your thighs soothingly, moving to climb onto your lap once again as she held your face against her chest and ran her fingers slowly through the ends of your hair.
“Sorry, my love. I get a bit greedy when it comes to you.”
You attempted to respond with something that made sense as you attempted to catch your breath, but it must have come out scrambled, because Elektra simply laughed and cradled your face in her palm as she gazed down at you adoringly and cooed.
“Aww, little dove. Did I break you?”
“No.”
“Hm, shame. Shall I try again?”
“No! Let me…regain the feeling in my legs, God.”
Elektra beamed with pride as she tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.
“So, does that clear things up?”
“Cristal.”
“I’ve actually got some in the fridge. Should we pop it open to celebrate?”
“Celebrate what?”
“Me being right.”
The look of confusion that twisted up your features had Elektra smirking as she leaned in to grasp your chin, staring deeply into your eyes.
“I told you I’d get you to open up for me.”
Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as her words nestled in your ears, staring up at her in complete shock.
“Elektra!”
“What?”
“If I had known that is what you meant I would’ve…we could’ve…”
“So, I should’ve just seduced you on the spot?”
Pressing your lips into a firm line, you narrowed your eyes as you looked up at a very amused Elektra. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and grinned as she leaned in to bump her nose with yours.
“You love me.”
“I do.”
Elektra’s smile softened a bit as you wrapped your arms around her waist, a tender smile spreading over your own lips. You did love her. And she loved you.
As your hazy brain started to clear, a realization slammed right into your hammering chest.
Elektra was wet; practically dripping onto your lower stomach as she sat on your lap, and the smile on your face quickly dropped as you gazed up at her hungrily. The warm smile on her own mouth vanished as she took in the look in your eyes, and you felt a surge of power and confidence knowing you had the ability to render Elektra Natchios nervous.
Feeling emboldened, you trailed one of your hands slowly up her thigh, letting it dip down so that your fingertips just barely brushed along her inner thigh, tearing a gasp from her lips.
“Now, do I get to show you how pretty I think you are? Or do I have to dare you to let me?”
Elektra’s lips suddenly parted as she looked at you with widened eyes, and her grip on your shoulder tightened.
“Please.”
“So polite, Ellie.”
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champagne
pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader
summary: elektra just wants to show you how grateful she is that you're her date to a luxurious gala.
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni)
a/n: this is purely selfish. i hope y'all love women, bc i do. happy pride. :)
word count: 913
The opulent gala below was in full swing. New York’s most wealthy were adorned in their most luxurious and elegant attire, draped in various gleaming and ornate jewels, trading scandalous rumors and gossip with every trade of an empty glass. The champagne was flowing as freely as the buzzing of conversation, and the live band had even the most pretentious of attendees flocking to the dance floor.
It was some upscale charity event for the annual something or other, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than your girlfriend’s head under your dress.
Elektra hadn’t even bothered to hide the two of you well. She had lured you up the stairs with the guise of an exquisite view from the balcony, but the second your heel collided with the tile of the top of the steps, she had pushed you against the nearest wall, sank to her knees before you, lifted your leg over her shoulder and pulled your panties to the side before you could even utter her name in protest.
You should be filled to the brim with concern. Anyone ascending those stairs would get more than they bargained for as soon as they turned left. You would inevitably get kicked out of the party. You could get arrested, for public indecency or something. Or you could-oh.
A swipe of warm velour through your slick folds pulled you out of rapid fire what ifs, and you looked down to find Elektra staring up at you with her mesmerizing eyes, feeling electrified by them like two shots of espresso. She seemed to be able to sense that your mind was elsewhere besides on her, and pulled her lips into a wicked smirk as she made a show of slowly dragging her tongue up your pussy, letting the tip of her tongue flick against your clit as she reached her ascent.
Her ruby painted nails dug deep crescents into the soft flesh of your thigh, anchoring your attention where she wanted it as her lips focused on your swollen and sensitive nub, smearing cherry paint across your pubic bone and her own mouth. Your hand flew to her head, fingers lacing through her raven hair and gripping tightly to have something to hold onto as she continued her delectable assault on your cunt.
The exhilaration of it all was an aphrodisiac in itself. Knowing that any one of those stuck up assholes downstairs could catch your girlfriend eating your pussy like her life depended on it at any moment sent a thrill through you that caused a fresh drizzle of arousal to flow against Elektra’s tongue. You had been biting down on your bottom lip so hard to stay quiet that you could feel the skin on your lip beginning to tear. The look in Elektra’s eyes was wild as she watched you whimper and slowly lose composure above her. Her tongue swept back and forth over your throbbing clit like a tempestuous pendulum signaling the strike of midnight.
You knew what she wanted.
She wanted you to let all your apprehensions about getting caught go. To be as bold and daring as she was. To throw caution to the wind with her.
To give into her completely.
So you did. You always did.
Elektra may have always gotten what she wanted, but consequently, that meant you did too.
Letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft laugh, you gripped onto her ebony tresses and tugged her face closer against your pussy, reveling in the moan of approval that vibrated against your core from her lips. Allowing breathless pants and lush moans to slip past your parted lips, you stared down into Elektra’s eyes, greedily riding her tongue while she fucked you with her fingers.
Even on her knees she looked like a goddess.
Elektra eagerly nodded and hummed when your symphony of moans rose in pitch, alternating between sucking and slurping on your swollen bundle of nerves, tenaciously seeking out every drop of the beloved tangy nectar that threatened to overflow at any moment.
Your body convulsed with shockwaves of rippling pleasure as you finally exploded into a million little pieces of gratification. You gripped onto Elektra’s shoulder to keep yourself upright, rolling your hips still in a hazardous tide to ride out every single wave of euphoria until you reached the shore.
Pressing one final kiss to your pulsating clit, Elektra rose to her full height and wrapped her slender fingers around your throat, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that made your brain even fuzzier than it already was. All you could do was moan when her soft tongue caressed yours, allowing you a taste of yourself, her lips splitting into the proudest grin.
“You’re a menace.”
“Did you really expect me to keep my hands to myself all night when you’re wearing that dress, moonlight?”
Looking at her with a dazed smile, you giggled softly as you brought your hands up to her cheeks, attempting to wipe away the smudged crimson lipstick stains around her mouth.
“I thought you could at least make it an hour, Ellie.”
Elektra turned her head to playfully bite your thumb, flashing you a wink as she grinned devilishly.
“Well, you thought wrong, my love. I know you hate these superficial events, so I wanted to show you how grateful I was to have the most envious date at this party. Besides, you taste far better than the champagne, darling.”
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I love you 3000! 😁
☾ speak now- headcannons (request a vault track to make it spicy)
Can I pleeeease get a spicy one for miss Elektra please please?
i love YOU 3000! 🖤
you my darling can have whatever you'd like ;)
as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
mine (elektra's version) (from the vault)*
elektra is a giver
she likes to spoil her partner (tracking down their father's murderer and serving him up on a silver platter, hunting down a lying medical examiner and threatening him to tell the truth to help them win their case, literally giving her own life for them, etc.) and her love language is definitely gift giving and acts of service
and oh does she enjoy acts of service ;)
you had a rough day at work? she's setting you on the dining table and eating you out until you can't remember your own name
"don't worry darling, let me make you feel better."
it's your birthday? not only is she spoiling you all day with lavish gifts, she's also fucking you senseless throughout the night to ensure every minute of you special day is filled with pleasure
"those pretty sounds you're making are making me feel like it's my birthday."
it's a random wednesday and elektra just misses you? she's showing up at your work with the guise of treating you to lunch but as soon as the door shuts she's bending you over your own desk with one hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet and her other hand in your panties
"shh, be a good girl for me, love."
not only is she a giver, she's also a taker
when elektra wants you, she wants you, and she always gets what she wants
you're at a luxurious party with new york's elite? elektra doesn't care. she's dragging you to the bathroom and bunching your dress up to your waist to get a taste of you
"you look so pretty, darling. I can't help myself, you know that."
you're having a romantic dinner for your anniversary? elektra specifically requested a booth so she could slip her hand under your dress and tease you with her fingers, a devilish grin stretched across her ruby painted lips, making a show of licking her fingers clean when she's done with a look of faux innocence
"what? I wanted dessert, and you're the sweetest thing in this restaurant."
and god forbid you be upset with her. if the two of you are having an argument, or you're giving her the silent treatment, she's not having it. elektra's a seductress, and she knows exactly how to get you to break. once she has you exactly where she wants you, she'll fuck you until you forget why you were mad in the first place
"come on pretty girl, give me what I want. let me hear those pretty noises. that's it, that's a good girl. isn't this so much better than fighting?"
in conclusion, I volunteer as tribute. ellie baby, I just need one chance
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Hi! I’m so so sorry about all the blackwidow!reader requests, but I just had this idea. I’m not sure if you write for Elecktra but I was wondering if you could do a fic where Elecktra and the reader are sparring together and there’s obviously a little tense that leads to a makeout session?
hi nonnie! please don't apologize, I am loving all of them!!
thank you SO MUCH for requesting elektra. i've been wanting to write for her, but I hadn't had any ideas, so thank you!! I hope you don't mind i'm doing this one next, but as soon as I read your idea it hit me like lightning and I got really excited and admittedly carried away. 🙃
warning: contains mentions of blood & swearing.
word count: 2.7k
get me.
“You’re not paying attention.”
“You’re being a pain in the ass.”
“And do you think your opponent is going to be tolerable? Would you find me more endearing with my blade against your throat? Surely, that would make you focus.”
Why the fuck you had agreed to train with Elektra in the first place? Oh right, you hadn’t. Jess had pawned you off on her since she was caught up in a case. God you would’ve rather trained alone than with her. The smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth and the smug look plastered across her perfect face only fueled the anger simmering in your blood. You lunged forward to strike, but she was too quick, and with a swipe of her foot she sent you tumbling right on your ass with a grunt.
“Am I pissing you off?”
“Figured that out all on your own, did you?”
You grit through your ground teeth, pushing yourself up onto your feet as you pushed loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.
“You’re letting me get to you.”
“You have a talent for that.”
Elektra’s lips quirked upwards in another proud smirk, tilting her head to the side slightly as her dark eyes traveled over your form. You’d been at this for at least two hours, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. As much as you hated to admit it, she was good. Really fucking good. Deep down you knew she could teach you things the others couldn’t; things the others wouldn’t. Because as good as she was, she was also ruthless. She was the one you wanted to learn from, but you’d never tell her that.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
A shiver skyrocketed through your body when her velvet voice suddenly sounded right by your ear. When the hell did she move behind you? How did you miss that?
“How the f-”
“I told you, you’re not paying attention.”
A huff fell from your lips as you turned around to face her. Mischief was dancing around in her eyes, and for some reason that infuriated you further. This all seemed to be one big game to her, but you weren’t sure what the prize was.
“Why are you here?”
“Why are any of us here?”
“Cut the shit, Elektra. Why are you helping me?”
“Jessica asked me to.”
“And what’s in it for you?”
Elektra rolled her eyes as she took a few steps backward to lean against the ropes casually, giving you a pointed look accompanied by a dazzling smile.
“Do you really think so lowly of me, moonlight?”
You instantly tensed, furrowing your brows in confusion at the pet name. Elektra quirked one of her brows in return, lips splitting into a full blown charming grin.
“Sunshine doesn’t fit you. You’re too grumpy. But, still just as pretty. Now, shall we continue?”
“What’s in it for you?”
Elektra pursed her lips, letting out a deep exhale through her nose as she pushed herself off the ropes and stood in front of you.
“Is it really so hard for you to believe that I just want to help you?”
“Considering you have a history of being egotistical and self-involved, yes. Not to mention you nearly laid my ass out the first time we met.”
“Oh please, that was a love tap. And a complete accident, we’ve been over this. Get in position.”
“Elektra-”
“Get. In. Position.”
You dug your nails into your palms as she stared you down, tilting her head slightly in challenge. Deciding to disobey out of pure spite, you swung your right fist towards her jaw, letting out a cry of frustration as she caught your wrist and twisted it behind your back. She grabbed a handful of your ponytail, yanking your head back roughly against her chest as she spoke lowly in your ear.
“If you don’t start listening, I’m going to stop playing nice. Anger clouds your judgment. It makes you sloppy. Let it fuel you, but don’t let it consume you. Focus, Y/N.”
You hated the way she said your name. You hated how nice it sounded coming from her lips. Was it the accent? The cadence? The confidence in every word she spoke? Was it just her?
You yanked your hand away as she released it, rubbing away the soreness in your wrist as you closed your eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths to steady yourself. She was right. You weren’t focusing. Granted it was hard to focus when she was the one you were supposed to focus on.
Let it go.
Once you felt like your head was finally clear, you opened your eyes and turned to face her. She stood up a little straighter, giving you a slight nod.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Good. You know what to do. Show me you can.”
Let it fuel you. Don’t let it consume you.
You threw two punches that Elektra blocked easily, quickly stepping back before she could land a hit on you. The ghost of a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she watched you, circling around you like a predator. Your eyes darted fervently between her face and her footing, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. As she lunged forward, you sidestepped and landed a quick blow to her chest. She stumbled back only slightly, shaking her head slowly as you retreated.
“No. You’re not trying to last a round. You’re fighting for your life. One of us isn’t leaving this alive. Who’s it going to be?”
This was the difference between Elektra and the others. They were teaching you to protect yourself, and to use force if necessary. Elektra was teaching you to strike first. Eliminate the threat before they even have a chance to be a problem. They were teaching you justice. She was teaching you survival.
She showed you no mercy as she threw blow after blow to your chest, taking you down with a rough kick that nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. You coughed as you tried to take in oxygen normally, turning your head to look at her with narrowed eyes. Her patience with you was clearly running thin. You could see displeasure cracking through her exquisitely carved features.
“Get me.”
Pushing yourself up to your feet, you lunged at her again. The two of you fell into a dance of sorts, trading punches and kicks to a tune only your ears could hear. Blood dripped from your nose after her fist collided with it, causing you to grimace as you took a step backwards.
“Quit holding back. I won’t hesitate to hurt you, and you shouldn’t either.”
“Yeah, I can fucking see that.”
Elektra’s hand was suddenly around your throat, nearly cutting off your air supply as she pulled you in so close that your noses were barely a centimeter apart.
“I won’t tell you again. Get. Me.”
Why were you pulling your punches on a woman that could kill a man with her bare hands? Why were you holding back? Whatever reason you had went out the window when you saw the ferocity burning in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let you off easily. You weren’t giving her what she wanted. You were barely even trying. She wanted you to prove yourself to her, and as much as you hated it, you wanted to prove yourself to her.
And this might be your only shot.
Grabbing onto Elektra’s wrist and the back of her neck, you headbutted her harshly, bringing your knee up to force her backwards as it knocked into her chest. She blocked one of your punches but you quickly threw another with your opposite, sending her back further with another powerful kick to her stomach. Once there was a distance between you both, you ran towards her to gain momentum, locking your legs around her neck as you flipped both of your bodies to bring her down onto the mat in the black widow move you had been practicing.
Elektra stared up at you with wide eyes as you had her body pinned beneath you, both of your thighs still locked around her head. Both of you panted heavily, silencing lingering for a few moments. Feeling a powerful surge of pride, you cocked your head to the side as you stared down at her with a smug half smirk.
“Got you.”
Elektra’s lips parted into a wide grin, and you noticed that her pupils had dilated slightly. Her hands moved upwards to grab onto your thighs, slender fingers digging softly into the material of your leggings.
“Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?”
“What, they didn’t teach you that in any of your fancy classes?”
“You really have been holding back on me.”
“They don’t teach me everything. Some stuff I have to learn on my own.”
“Well there’s a very important lesson they clearly haven’t taught you.”
“Which is?”
Elektra’s grip on your thighs tightened as she suddenly flipped you both over, quickly positioning herself on your hips as she pinned your hands tightly above your head. The wicked grin was back on her lips as she took in your shocked state, leaning in so close that your noses were almost touching again.
“Don’t assume your opponent is down for good until you put them down for good.”
Blinking a few times, you swiped your tongue over your lips, still tasting the metallic tang of blood that had been wiped away. The movement caught Elektra’s attention only for a split second before her eyes were back on yours.
“Yeah…they uh, didn’t teach me that.”
“I’ll teach you everything.”
“Why?”
Elektra shook her head slowly as her eyes wandered over your face, her features appearing softer than you had ever seen them before. The fire in her eyes was still there, but it was burning differently.
“Oh moonlight, you really don’t pay attention, do you?”
Before you had a chance to jumble the pieces in your brain into a somewhat cohesive picture, Elektra was leaning in to brush her lips against yours. You instantly froze, the movement so soft, you weren’t even sure it had happened. Her eyes flickered up to search yours, lips still hovering above your own. You weren’t sure what answer she was looking for, or what you were supposed to give her, but she must have found something.
Her lips were firmer this time as they pressed to yours, more certain as her hands gently squeezed your wrists to signal for you to relax. You slowly unclenched your palms, letting her hands snake up to take them, interlacing your fingers together in a delicate pattern. You gripped onto your bound hands tightly as your lips moved together in sync, lifting your head up slightly to be even closer, to reach even more of her. The scent of her ridiculously expensive perfume invaded your surroundings and made you feel light headed, or maybe that was just her. Elektra’s dark hair fell over you like a curtain, blocking some of the dull light in the old gym, making it feel like the two of you had snuck away to some place only meant for the two of you.
The warmth of her tongue gliding along your bottom lip, gently demanding entry, had you gasping into her mouth. A hushed giggle vibrated against your lips, and suddenly, she was gone. Your eyes snapped open, staring up at her above you, bathed in amber light like an ethereal goddess of some kind. She let go of one of your hands, lightly tracing her fingertip along your cheekbone as she started down at you.
“Does that clear things up for you?”
You couldn’t find your voice. The past few minutes felt like a fever dream, and you weren’t sure they had been real. You nodded your head slowly in response, unable to break her hypnotizing gaze.
“Did I break you?”
Elektra inquired with a playful tone, arching one of her dark brows as she continued to outline your jaw with her index finger, a knee-weakening smile splitting her lips.
“No.”
“She speaks!”
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a deep exhale through your nose as you tried to regain your bearings and figure out what the fuck just happened. A gentle tap on your nose had your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at Elektra curiously.
“Hey, I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m just as breathless as you are. I promise.”
“I can’t tell.”
“I kissed you, if you recall.”
A nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach as you stared up at Elektra. You weren’t sure what this meant, if it meant anything to her at all, or where to go from here. There were a lot of uncertainties swirling around in your head that you couldn’t silence.
“So…what now?”
“Well, I’d say we’ve both earned a nice, long hot shower. And considering you did so well today, I think you deserve a little extra treat. Don’t you?”
Your lips parted slightly as scarlet spread furiously across the tops of your cheeks and over your slightly heaving chest. There was an undertone lingering beneath those words Elektra wasn’t even bothering to mask, and it made you dizzy. Clearly pleased with her affect on you, she leaned in again to gently brush her lips over yours, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Tell me, moonlight, have you ever seen New York City from a penthouse?”
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Hiii)
I've just read "all I need is you",and I know it was about Matt and reader,but when Electra appeared, and there was the moment where Ellie hugged reader behind,God,I felt butterflies flying in my stomach😭I was like,screw Matt,let's just run away in Maserati☻️
Soo,can I have request with Electra and Reader👉👈. Maybe reader found her bleeding and helped her, or she is working with Matt and Foggy,and she met Electra in office,I don't know🥲
Thank you,have a nice day or night,depends on what's the time in your city 🤍
nonnie, I would happily run away with ellie in a maserati.
sorry matty 💅
thank you so much for the request! I hope this is close to what you were looking for, & I hope you're having a lovely day/night wherever you are! 💖
fluffy blurb below the cut.
lock your window.
“So, you only answer Matthew’s every beck and call?”
“I don’t-he slips in through my window in the middle of the night. Doesn’t really give me much of a choice.”
“And you keep it unlocked.”
“Yeah, because the one time I complained about him interrupting the sleep I already don’t get, he tried to give me shit about turning away a bleeding, blind man.”
Elektra rolled her eyes as you reached for another alcohol swab, wincing slightly as you cleaned up the stitch you had just done on her shoulder.
“Of course he did. Matthew can be very persuasive.”
“He’s a pain in my ass.”
A pleased smirk tugged at the corner of Elektra’s lips as she watched you, tilting her head to the side curiously.
“So you don’t fancy him?”
Snapping your focus to Elektra’s eyes, you quirked one of your brows in question.
“If you’re asking if I have a thing for your ex, the answer is no. Now, take off your pants.”
Elektra’s brows raised up slightly as her lips split into a playful grin.
“Not even gonna buy me a drink first? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“The kind that’s bleeding through her pants.”
Elektra pursed her lips in a slight pout, glancing down at the large tear across her thigh that was covered in red stained gauze. Unbuttoning the top and pulling down the zipper, she carefully pushed them down with your help, leaning back in the chair once they were off. As you knelt between her thighs and opened a fresh alcohol swab, Elektra cocked her head to the side while watching you.
“So is this how I get your attention? Break in all bloody so you’ll take care of me?”
“There are far less extreme methods you could take-”
“Well I did try calling, but you didn’t answer.”
“I was working a shift, Elektra.”
A hiss fell from her lips as you cleaned at the torn flesh on her thigh and you whispered a soft ‘sorry’ before grabbing a clean needle and thread.
“Do you answer whenever he calls?”
“Who?”
“Matthew.”
Tilting your head back to look up at her, confusion settled on your features as you paused lacing the thread through the eye of the needle.
“I told you, he doesn’t usually call. He just…shows up. Why does it matter?”
Elektra lightly shrugged as she glanced around your apartment, and your brows remained furrowed in puzzlement as you carefully stitched the gash on top of her thigh. You stilled halfway through, glancing up at her with slightly parted lips.
“Do you…are you still…nevermind.”
Quickly ducking your head, embarrassment burned through the tops of your cheeks feeling her gaze on you.
“Am I still what?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s not my business.”
Elektra lightly grabbed onto your wrist to halt your movements as her other hand gently grasped your chin to tilt your head back so that she could see your eyes.
“Tell me.”
There was an intensity in her eyes that made you nervous. You hadn’t known Elektra long, but you swore sometimes when she looked at you, she could see right through you.
“Do you want him back?”
Elektra’s jaw tensed slightly while she stared down into your eyes, and you felt your heart starting to pound against your chest while you waited for her answer. Letting out a deep exhale through her nose, she pursed her lips as she gave a subtle shake of her head.
“No.”
As her answer nestled in your ears, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and as your body physically deflated, Elektra suddenly tensed.
“Do you want him?”
There was an edge to her voice that you couldn’t miss, and perplexity once again twisted up your features while you stared up at her.
“I told you I don’t have a thing for him.”
“Then why did you look so relieved that I said no?”
Elektra’s question caught you off guard and caused your eyes to widen in panic. As your lips parted to speak, you searched your brain for an excuse that made sense, but you couldn’t come up with anything. The longer the silence stretched between the two of you, Elektra’s expression of skepticism slowly melted into one of understanding, and her eyes became a little softer.
“Oh. Oh.”
“I…you’re…bleeding. I should…uh…finish so you…can um…go.”
You tried to fight the way your hands shook with trepidation as you finished the stitch on Elektra’s thigh, quickly and carefully wiping it clean as you avoided her unwavering gaze completely.
“Y/N?”
Keeping your head down, you mumbled a quiet ‘hm’ as you tended to her other superficial wounds as quickly as possible.
“Do you want to have a drink with me?”
Whipping your head up in her direction, you blinked a few times before clearing your throat and slowly pulling off your gloves.
“I…um…don’t have anything.”
“I don’t mean right now. How about tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night?”
Elektra nodded her head, gazing down at you with a delicate smile on her lips. Continuing to stare up at her blankly, your brain slowly processed her words.
“You…want to have a drink with me…tomorrow night?”
“Unless you had something else in mind for our first date?”
“D-Date?”
Elektra’s mouth split into a wide grin as she leaned in closer to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, tracing the underside of your jaw with her index finger before cupping your face gently.
“How else am I to say thank you?”
Staring up at Elektra in complete awe, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you sucked in a sharp breath. The grin on her lips remained as she brushed her thumb along your cheekbone gently.
“So, drinks then? Tomorrow night?”
Swallowing thickly, you gave a slight nod of your head, your voice coming out barely above a whisper while you continued to stare up at her in a trance.
“Tomorrow night.”
“Perfect. Oh and darling, don’t forget to lock your window tomorrow night.”
Elektra let her hand languidly drop from your face as she stood from the chair, gathering the mess of used supplies on your kitchen table to carry towards the trash can. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you watched her effortlessly move around your kitchen with ease from your spot on your knees, trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was just in a tank top and underwear.
“Uh…why?”
Turning to face you, Elektra eyed you up and down hungrily, her lips splitting into a devious grin as she arched one of her dark brows.
“Because I don’t like to share, and I don’t want Matthew ruining our fun.”
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elektra natchios masterlist
»— anything marked with an astrik contains explicit content. minors dni.
»— all work is my own. please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.
☾ one shots
→ girls night.*
☾ requests
→ get me.
→ sharing.* (elektra natchios & jessica jones)
☾ blurbs/headcannons/drabbles
→ lock your window.
→ champagne.*
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all i need is you
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
summary: following the morning after matt's run in with elektra, you have a lot of decisions to make about your future together.
warnings: swearing, angst, explicit sexual content (minors pls dni), mentions of pregnancy
word count: 8.2k
a/n: y'all have been requesting a sequel to please don't be mad for almost 6 months now, & I apologize it's coming so late. there were a lot of things y'all wanted to see happen in the sequel, & I took all of that feedback to heart & incorporated as much as I could in a way that made sense to me. i've been working on this for months, & it was really important to me to create something you guys would really love & be happy with. thank you to everyone that even wanted a sequel, & for being so patient. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
[part one]
It was almost crazy to think that just over a year ago, you thought your relationship with Matt Murdock was over for good.
When you had awoken that following morning by his side, head clear of the rage and lust induced haze you had been captured in, all that was lingering was a heart heavy with hurt and stinging with betrayal. You had silently collected all of your belongings, pressed one last kiss to Matt’s lips, and granted his peaceful sleeping form one final glance before leaving your spare key on his entry table and disappearing into the twilight.
All of his words still echoed in the back of your mind, but so did his actions. The promise of marriage was eclipsed by the cherry lip stain on his collar. The prospect of a family was diluted by the scent of an expensive perfume that didn’t belong to you. The vow of faith and love was broken by yet another lie.
You loved Matt, more than you had ever loved anyone, and more than you ever thought you could love another person. You knew deep down that he was a good man. You tried to believe that he would never intentionally hurt you. But it had gotten to the point where you couldn’t ignore the ache he left in your chest.
You needed time to try to forgive him. You weren’t even sure if you could forgive him at all. The cut he’d made ran deep, and you couldn’t decide if it was because he’d made it with her blade, or if it was simply his own that had been slicing away at the same spot over and over and over. Regardless, you needed time. Time away from him; to heal, to think, to decide.
But Matt Murdock had never been a man of patience.
For two endless weeks your phone constantly lit up with his name, filling up with messages containing apologies and desperate pleas. You started arriving early to work and left later than usual to throw him off your schedule. You had the receptionist bypass all his calls and made security aware that he was not welcome in your office. You ignored all the usual spots that he knew you frequented, and especially the ones you went to together. For the first time in over a year, you locked all your windows to ensure he couldn’t slip through in the middle of the night. You blasted music through your headphones so you didn’t have to hear the pain in his voice as he called out your name, fist banging away at your front door so hard you were certain he was going to actually break it down.
It was torture. Even though he had been the one to wrong you, a piece of you felt guilty. You could hear the terror and remorse in his voice when he stood outside your door, begging for forgiveness, chanting your name over and over as if you were the deity he worshiped and needed absolution from. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to be yet another person to turn your back on him, but through the wave of your sadness came the tide of anger, reminding you that he had done this. He had forced your hand. He made a choice, and you had to make yours.
The guilt from also having to ignore Karen and Foggy weighed heavily on your chest. They knew what had happened. You had just as many sympathetic voicemails and unanswered texts from them asking if you were okay, and if you wanted to talk. You hated not being able to lean on them when you were at your most vulnerable. They were your family just as much as Matt was, but you couldn’t talk to them or be around them. They just reminded you of him. A huge part of you resented him for that, for making you feel like you couldn’t go to the two other people you loved most in this world for comfort because of what he did. You had spent the past few years building your entire life around Matt, and he had selfishly sent it crashing to the ground, leaving you completely isolated beneath the debris.
For two long weeks, you felt trapped beneath a heavy blanket of depression you couldn’t seem to find your way out from.
And then she happened.
How Elektra had managed to break into your apartment when Matt couldn’t, you weren’t sure, but the day you came home to find her in your living room with a bag of your things packed by her feet, you were stunned silent.
“I need you to come with me.”
“What? Why?”
“Because Matthew is an idiot and he’s put you in danger. We need to go. Now.”
She didn’t even give you a chance to hesitate, gripping your overnight bag into one hand, and forcing you out your door with the other. The ding of the elevator dropping you to the lobby seemed to wake you out of whatever trance she had put you in, and you stared at her in confusion as you stood firmly outside the metal doors.
“I don’t understand. What are you doing here? Where are we going?”
“I’ll explain when we get there. We need to move.”
“I don’t-“
“Listen. You don’t know me. You’ve got no reason to trust me. But right now, I am trying to save your life. So if you’ll please-“
“Why?”
Elektra paused for a moment as she looked at you. The annoyance on her perfect features vanished slowly, taking in the pain and confusion that were clearly plastered on yours.
“Because you’re important to Matthew, which means you’re important to me.”
Elektra filled you in on everything the moment she had secured you away in a penthouse uptown that was registered under an alias. What she and Matt thought were the Yakuza had ended up being a much older and sinister organization called The Hand. They were into some freaky cult shit that you didn’t quite understand, but you got the gist that they were powerful, and extremely dangerous. They were also everywhere. They had tracked her and Matt, and a man named Stick that had trained the two of them, back to Matt’s apartment the night after the gala. They had been tracking him ever since, and because he had continuously been going to your office and apartment, they knew all about you.
She even told you the truth about how she had met Matt, and how it had all been a set up by Stick to bring him back to their side; to fight the war that he had been warning them both about.
“I don’t know what Matthew has told you about me. Probably nothing good. But I need you to know…I did love him. That’s why I left. I realized…he wasn’t like us. He would never be like us. He was too…good. He didn’t belong with Stick and I. I didn’t want to be the one to put that light out inside of him. I didn’t want anyone to. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble between the two of you the night of the gala. I wasn’t aware that he hadn’t told you that I was in town, or what we were doing. I swear I was only trying to protect him.”
There was a glimmer of regret dancing along Elektra’s waterline, and you could see her own pain shadowing the faint smile on her lips.
“You weren’t the one that lied to me.”
Elektra blew out a breath as she took a seat in front of you, dragging her teeth along her bottom lip as she nodded.
“Matthew always has pure intentions. I know that. But for someone who is incredibly intelligent, he’s also a complete dumbass. He tries so hard to do the right thing…but he doesn’t stop to think about if he’s doing it the right way. Look I don’t…I don’t know anything about the two of you, and I’m not telling you what to do, but I can tell you that he is absolutely in love with you.”
“So…you didn’t come back to New York for him?”
“For his help, yes. To rekindle whatever we had, no. But for the record, even if I had, I wouldn’t have stood a chance in Heaven or Hell against you.”
There was something oddly comforting about Elektra’s words and the timid smile on her lips. It eased some of the tension pent up in your body, and you felt a little lighter as you let a deep exhale out through your parted lips. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you glanced over at her as you anxiously twisted a ring around your index finger.
“I…thank you. You…you didn’t have to…do all of this. I hate to even ask anything of you when you’re already doing so much for me but…can you just…not tell Matt I’m here? I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”
Elektra flashed you a pitiful smile as she gave a slight nod of her head.
“Of course. It’ll be our little secret.”
It only took Matt three days to figure out that Elektra had been hiding you, and as he burst through the front door of her penthouse, he was absolutely incandescent.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. You’ll have a sleepover with her, but you won’t talk to me?”
“Watch your tone, Matthew.”
Elektra glared over at Matt, tightening her grip on the knife in her hand that was hovering over a cutting board filled with various ingredients.
Matt furiously tore off his glasses as he angrily pointed his finger in her direction, the top of his lip curling up into a menacing snarl.
“I don’t want to hear shit from you after you-“
“I protected her because you led the Hand right to her. You’re fucking welcome by the way.”
Elektra let out a deep angry exhale as she turned to face you with a sour pout on her lips. She gestured her head in Matt’s direction with a quirk of her brow.
“I can get rid of him if you’d like.”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t speaking to you, Matthew.”
Sighing heavily as you let go of the whisk in your hand, you pushed the large bowl of batter forward on the kitchen island and wiped your hands off on a small towel. Rubbing your hands over your tired eyes, you waved your hand dismissively towards Elektra.
“It’s…it’s fine, Ellie. I’ll deal with him.”
Elektra eyed you for a moment before shooting another glare in Matt’s direction. She dropped the knife onto the cutting board, wiping her hands off on the same towel before clasping them together loudly.
“Right, well, I’ll leave the knife out just in case. Remember the three main areas I taught you to stab. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”
After you watched Elektra disappear upstairs into her bedroom, you turned around to face Matt. His eyes were absolutely wild with rage and his face was morphed into complete disbelief as he blanched at you.
“Ellie? Since when the hell is she Ellie?”
“Since she’s the only one around here that tells me the truth about what the fuck is going on.”
Matt clenched his fists at his sides as he stared blankly over at you, and you watched as a muscle feathered in his jaw.
“What did she tell you?”
“Everything you didn’t.”
You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him in waves, but you had more of a right to be pissed off than he did. Matt shoved his hand into his pocket, producing a shiny silver object that he held out in front of him between his thumb and index finger.
“What is this?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you arched one of your brows as you looked at him.
“A key.”
Your key.
Matt’s nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw, quickly crossing the distance between you to stand directly in front of you.
“Don’t get smart with me. Do you have any idea how it felt to wake up that next morning and you were gone? All of you, your things, everything gone? And to find this on the table? Not even-“
“I’d imagine it was as shitty as you coming home covered in red lipstick and smelling like your ex lover's perfume. Or as shitty as finding out you lied about where you were and who you were with, and that you kissed her and lied about that too.”
Matt ran his hand through his hair quickly in annoyance before dragging it roughly down his jaw, shaking his head as he flung his arms up in the air with frustration.
“Goddamnit Y/N, we talked about that! We worked through it. Then you just…disappeared and ignored me for weeks. You won’t return any of my calls, you won’t open the door, I can’t even-“
“We didn’t talk about anything, Matt! You kept trying to justify your actions and completely ignored how I was feeling. We didn’t work through anything. You manipulated me and we fucked. That is not working through it.”
Matt sighed with exasperation as he stared at you incredulously.
“I did not manipulate you. Fuck, I told you that I wanted to marry you and have a family witn you-“
“In the middle of sex, Matthew! I don’t know if you even meant that, or if it was a heat of the moment thing. And don’t you dare say you didn’t manipulate me. You took advantage of the fact that I was frustrated and that you hadn’t touched me in weeks. You knew I would give into you. How do you think that makes me feel? That you completely ignored my feelings, manipulated me into sex for forgiveness, and filled my head with all those promises knowing that our relationship was in a bad spot. I can’t trust a word that you say because you can’t seem to stop lying to me.”
Matt’s anger evaporated the second he tasted the salt of your tears in the air. He hung his head between his shoulders in shame, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as the severity of your words nestled in the silence. Letting out a soft sigh, Matt’s tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips.
“You’re right.”
His hazel eyes were more clear without the cloud of vexation, and you could see the way they glistened with regret. Matt’s plump lips fell into a frown, and guilt seemed to tug the rest of his features down like gravity.
“I’m sorry. I swore to you that I wouldn’t lie after I told you the truth about me. I broke my promise to you, I betrayed your trust, and I disrespected our relationship. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never, ever meant to hurt you. I didn’t want you to get mad that I was working with Elektra. I didn’t think…I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t considering your feelings. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I could’ve come up with another diversion. All of this could’ve been avoided if…if I had just told you the truth.”
Matt let out a shaky breath as his blank eyes glanced upwards, closing for a moment as he clenched his fists by his sides. A stray tear slipped past his lashes when he opened his eyes again, slowly lowering himself onto his knees before you as he reached for one of your hands to hold.
“I have been…absolutely fucking miserable these past few weeks, and that’s my own fault. I know that. I have hated not getting to feel your touch, or hear your voice, or be able to tell you how much I love you. I am so fucking sorry if I ever made you question how I feel about you, but Y/N I meant every word that night. You are the love of my life. You do belong with me. I do want to marry you and start a family. I swear to God, I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back and your forgiveness. Just tell me what I have to do sweetheart, and I’ll do it.”
It broke your heart to see Matt look so distraught. It stung even more than he was on his knees begging for forgiveness instead of asking you to spend the rest of your lives together, but there was an undeniable conviction in his voice. It soothed the pang in your chest slightly to finally hear him acknowledge his fuck up, and apologize for it instead of getting defensive. Elektra had melted away the insecurity you had felt with her confession, and the frightened look that shattered Matt’s face showed you just how scared he was to lose you.
There was still a lot of work to be done on your relationship. It wasn’t going to be fixed overnight, and Matt was going to have to put in a lot of effort to earn your trust back, and prove to you just how much your relationship mattered to him. But you were in love with him, and you knew there was no one else for you but him.
“You can start by taking care of this…”Hand” shit. I’m not loving the fact that I’m being hunted by zombie ninjas because of my idiot boyfriend.”
Matt’s ears instantly perked up, and a lopsided hopeful grin stretched across his lips.
“I’m still your boyfriend?”
“For now. You’re dangerously close to being replaced by Elektra, though. She’s always bluntly honest, and her bed is way nicer.”
You never in a million years thought that your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend would fight just as hard as he would to keep you safe, but Elektra had. She protected you from The Hand just as fiercely as Matt did, nearly giving her life for you both, and now she was securing the last button on the back of your wedding dress and staring at you in the mirror with a knowing smirk.
The morning you slipped out of Matt’s apartment heartbroken and desolate seemed like a lifetime ago as you prepared yourself to meet him at the altar in just under an hour.
“What’s on your mind, little dove? Got cold feet?”
Elektra quirked one of her dark brows as she stared at your reflection with her signature smirk. Karen had left the two of you alone to go check on Matt and Foggy, and she was helping you with your finishing touches.
After helping save New York, Elektra had stuck around, and to both of your surprises, and certainly to Matt’s, you two had become very close. The more you got to know the more vulnerable side of her, the more you felt for her. She wasn’t the villain that everyone had painted her out to be. She had been a scared little girl, manipulated with a promise of something resembling a family, only to be broken down and molded into something to orchestrate death and destruction instead. It wasn’t unlike what Stick had done to Matt. As a matter of fact, it was worse.
“If I said yes?”
Elektra hummed quietly as she moved your hair off your shoulder, leaning in to rest her chin on it as she wrapped you up in a hug from behind with a grin on her lips.
“Ever been to Paris this time of year? It’s beautiful. We could be at a private air strip before anyone even knew what happened. Matthew is fast, but he can’t outrun a Maserati.”
A grin broke out across your lips as you giggled, squeezing onto Elektra’s arms when she winked. You had never been more sure of anything in your life than you were sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Matt Murdock. Both of you knew that. But you also both knew he was eavesdropping just on the other side of the church, and it was incredibly easy to rile him up.
As if on cue, Foggy suddenly burst through the door and pointed a finger at Elektra with an expression of pure irritation on his face.
“Whatever you’re telling her, knock it off. You’re scaring the shit out of him, and he’s already convinced enough as it is that she's not gonna walk down that aisle.”
“Oh relax, Franklin. Girls got to have their fun, yeah? Besides, I thought they called him the man without fear.”
Foggy rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him, walking over to shoo Elektra away as he stood behind you and adjusted your veil down your back.
“Yeah, until it comes to her. Go head to head with the Punisher who's notorious for using automatic weapons with sticks? Sure. Take on a weird cult of ninjas that can’t die and like to use really sharp swords also only with sticks? Why not. Fuck it, let’s use every goddamn tall building in Hell’s Kitchen for parkour practice. But ask the woman I’m ridiculously in love with to marry me and put up with my shit for the rest of our lives? That’s where the devil seems to tuck his tail between his legs.”
Matt had been an absolute nervous wreck the night he proposed to you. He had brought you to the same restaurant that he had taken you to for dinner on your first date, and was fidgety the whole time. Every time you asked if he was okay, he swore up and down that he was, and you figured there was just something overwhelming one or several of his senses. But then you noticed that despite it being mid November, he was sweating as you walked hand in hand through Central Park, and his hand kept nearly slipping from yours. Finally, you stopped and turned to face him, placing your hand on his chest to steady him.
“Okay, what’s going on with you?”
“N-Nothing, I’m fine. Let’s keep-”
“No, you aren’t. You’ve been acting strange all night. You’ve been anxious and fidgety, and now you’re sweating.”
“It’s hot-”
“It’s November, Matthew.”
Matt’s lips parted slightly as he went to protest, but nothing came out. He was usually good at coming up with excuses on the spot, but whatever was going on with him had seemed to completely take over his mind. A soft sigh slipped past your lips as he averted his gaze to the ground, watching as he clenched his fist by his side. You took a step forward to place your hands gently on his cheeks to cradle his face.
“Matty, please talk to me. Is something wrong?”
“No, no nothing…nothing is wrong.”
“Then what is going on? What’s got you so worked up?”
“I’m not worked up-”
“Matthew.”
Matt let out a sigh of defeat hearing the tone in your voice, his tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips as he attempted to flash you a reassuring smile.
“Can we just keep walking please? There’s something I wanna show you.”
There was evident excitement in Matt’s voice, but it didn’t resonate with you. The way he kept dodging your questions was beginning to put you in a sour mood, conjuring up a bitter taste of realization that he was on the cusp of breaking an oath he had sworn to keep. Dropping your hands quickly from his face, you shook your head in frustration as you turned around swiftly to walk ahead without him.
“You promised me you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
You only made it two steps forward before Matt blurted out a confession laced with full blown panic.
“I’m in love with you.”
Immediately pausing, you turned around to look at him in complete confusion.
“I know that, Matt.”
Matt let out a heavy exhale as he rushed forward and took your hand into his, scrunching up his nose as he shook his head quickly.
“No, I…I mean…that I’m…fuck, this isn’t going right.”
Matt pinched the bridge of his nose as his lips pursed into a frown, and you eyed him curiously as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“What isn’t going right? What are you talking about?”
“Will you just…come with me? Please? I really need to show you something.”
Matt’s face was twisted in what looked like agony, and the desperation in his voice made you nervous. You didn’t think you had ever seen him look so…terrified, not even that night at Elektra’s when he thought you were going to leave him for good. You allowed Matt to guide you further through the park, venturing off down a path only he seemed to know, and stopping once you reached a gate that was covered in ivy. He pulled a key from his pocket to unlock it, and pushed it open with a slight creak, gesturing for you to enter first with a timid smile.
A shocked gasp flew past your lips as you stepped inside. It was an isolated garden, completely closed in by ivy covered walls, lit up only with various strings of white twinkle lights and the glow of the moon. To your delight, there were several plants and flowers in full bloom, and the whole scene looked like a vibrant painting you would hang on your wall.
“I hear this place is beautiful.”
Turning around to face Matt, you noticed that he had taken off his glasses, and was apprehensively turning them over in his hands over and over. The timid smile was still plastered on his lips, but his eyes were nearly blown open with distress.
“I…it’s…I don’t even know how to describe it. How…how did you find this?”
“Karen did. It’s technically private property owned by the city, but Brett owed me a favor.”
The puzzlement on your face only grew as you stared at Matt, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you gestured around.
“Is this why you’ve been acting so weird? You didn’t think I’d like the surprise?”
Matt’s eyes darted back and forth blankly as he dragged his teeth along his bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he placed his glasses into his jacket pocket and took a few cautious steps forward.
“I…I hoped that you’d like it.”
“Matty, I love it. It’s so beautiful. But you didn’t have to be so nervous to show me this. You could’ve taken me to a random alley and I still would’ve loved it.”
Matt let out a breathless laugh as he shook his head, clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he smiled softly.
“Then it wouldn’t have been special.”
A furrow formed between your brows as you looked at him, trying to decipher all the cryptic pieces he was laying in front of you.
“What wouldn’t have?”
Matt was silent for a moment as he fixed his gaze on your face, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he studied you. Finally letting out a deep breath, he reached out to take one of your hands, brushing his thumb delicately over your knuckles as a slow smile spread over his lips.
“I told you, I’m in love with you.”
“And I’m in love with you, Matty.”
Matt took a step closer as he brought his other hand up to cradle your face, a tender smile on his lips as he rubbed his thumb soothingly over your cheek. You couldn’t tell if it was the reflection of the lights in his eyes, but they looked glossy, almost as if he was about to cry, and it made you squeeze onto his hand tighter.
“You…are the first person that has ever truly understood me. The first that’s ever accepted and loved both sides of me. You’ve never shied away from one, or favored the other, or asked me to choose. You haven’t given up on me, even when I’ve given you plenty of reasons to. You are the best part of my day. I can’t tell you how…how happy it makes me to know that when I come home at night, you’re there waiting for me. And no matter what kind of day I’ve had, or how rough of a night it was, it…it doesn’t matter, because you’re there. You give me a reason to make it home. I can’t tell you how much I love that I get to fall asleep holding you and listening to your heartbeat, and start every day hearing your voice and kissing your lips. I have never felt as…happy…and light as I do with you. I want to spend the rest of my life feeling this way. I want to spend the rest of my life ending every night with you and starting every morning with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So-”
Matt let out a shaky breath as he slowly dropped his hand from your face and tightly held onto your hand. You were already in tears from Matt’s words before, but the moment he dropped down onto one knee before you, the floodgates opened and a choked sob caught in your throat as your other hand flew up to cover your mouth.
“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
“Oh my God, Matty…yes…yes!”
Matt blew out a shaky breath of relief as he closed his eyes for a moment, the tension in his shoulders evaporating right in front of your eyes as he let his head drop. You couldn’t help but laugh as you stared down at him in perplexity.
“Did you think I was going to say no?”
Matt rubbed his hand down his face to wipe away his own tears, letting out another breathless laugh and sniffling as he looked up at you with a goofy grin on his lips.
“Figured I had a fifty-fifty shot.”
Lips splitting into the biggest smile you had ever seen, Matt quickly rose to his feet and grabbed your face, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as you gripped onto his jacket to hold him close. All of a sudden he quickly pulled away and shoved his hand down into his pocket.
“Oh shit, uh…sorry…I…here.”
Matt laughed nervously as he pulled a small velvet black box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring inside. Your mouth fell open as a gasp escaped, and you gripped onto Matt’s forearm as fresh tears welled in your eyes.
“Matty…”
“Do…do you like it?”
“I…I love it. It’s…it’s perfect. How did you-”
“I had some help.”
Glancing up at Matt through your teary eyes, you watched as a bashful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Pulling the ring from the box, Matt gently grabbed onto your wrist with a shaky hand, and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit absolutely perfectly, and you stared down at it in awe as it dazzled beneath the lights. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions, and you didn’t know what to do other than grab Matt’s face and pull him down for a searing kiss.
The two of you gripped onto each other as if you were afraid the other might disappear if you loosened your grasp even the slightest. You were a flurry of lips and teeth, trying to devour the other’s desire, consuming the taste of happiness together. Matt laid you down in the soft grass of the garden floor and made love to you right there, intertwining his hand with yours that wore the symbol of his love and promise to you.
A burst of laughter ripped through your chest at that memory of Matt’s nervousness as you covered your mouth, staring at Foggy knowingly in the reflection of the mirror. Elektra’s mouth split into a huge grin as she rolled her eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and giving Foggy’s shoulder a squeeze on her way to the door.
“Alright, alright. Let me go do damage control. I’ll see you both out there. Oh, and Y/N, darling?”
You turned your head to look over at her as she paused in the doorway.
“Yeah?”
A warm smile tugged at the corners of Elektra’s mouth as she stared over at you, leaning her head briefly against the door.
“You are the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
You pursed your lips slightly as your face twisted up faintly into an expression of gratitude, returning her smile with one of your own.
“Thank you, Ellie.”
Elektra flashed you a quick wink, closing the door behind her to leave you alone with Foggy.
“She’s right, you know. You do look beautiful.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you looked at Foggy in the mirror, arching one of your brows quizzically.
“Did you just agree with her?”
“That stays between us. This is a one time thing.”
Laughing softly, you turned around to pull Foggy into a tight hug, sighing in relaxation as his arms came around you to hold you securely to his chest. There didn’t seem to be anything that a hug from Foggy Nelson couldn’t fix. All of the pent up nerves seemed to dissipate from the warmth of his embrace, and you suddenly felt a million times lighter.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have anything to thank me for.”
“I have everything to thank you for.”
“Well in that case, I think Foggy would be a great name for your future kid.”
A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as you giggled, pulling back slightly to peer up at him with a grin.
“I’ll put in a good word.”
After Foggy left you alone to go rejoin Matt and the others, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the millionth time. A part of you was still in disbelief that today was the day you were marrying your best friend. Matt had sworn to not take the second chance you had given him for granted, and had been treating it as if it were sacred. He opened up to you about everything now, even the rough nights that plagued his thoughts, and the horrors he desperately wanted to protect you from. There wasn’t a single thought or emotion he hid anymore, and he’d even gotten better about finding balance between each of his lives. That wasn’t to say that you both didn’t struggle from time to time still, but your relationship was the healthiest it had ever been.
A knock against the door tore you from your thoughts, and a smile quickly spread across your lips at the sight of the figure leaning against the doorway.
“Hey big guy.”
Frank’s mouth split into a grin as he looked at you, giving a slight nod of his head in your direction.
“Hey darlin’.”
Turning away from the mirror to face him fully, you swallowed thickly as you smoothed your trembling hands down the sides of your dress and gestured to it.
“I look okay?”
Frank cocked his head to the side as he smirked, taking you in with his eyes as he took a few steps forward to stand in front of you.
“You kiddin’? You’re gonna knock Red on his ass.”
You didn’t hardly have any family outside of the chosen one you had made with Matt, Foggy, Karen, Elektra, and Frank. When you’d let it slip to him that you would be walking down the aisle alone, Frank instantly offered to be the one to walk you. He confessed that it would probably be the closest he would ever get to walking his own daughter down the aisle, and you graciously accepted without hesitation.
A smirk curled at the corner of your mouth as you let your eyes wander over his large figure, finally meeting his deep brown curious eyes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…”
“Dressed up, yeah yeah. Don’t get used to it.”
“I was gonna say not covered in blood.”
Frank let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head slowly, looking down at you with a dazzling grin on his lips.
“Figured I could behave for a few days so I didn’t mess up your pretty dress, yeah?”
“How generous of you.”
As the processional music started to play, the nerves you felt earlier returned full force, and you gripped onto Frank’s arm tightly as the reality of the situation started to sink in. This was actually happening. Matt was waiting for you on the other side of these doors, and in just a few moments, he would finally be your husband. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes as your emotions started to catch up with you, thinking about everything the two of you had gone through together, and how it had all led up to this moment. Frank’s lips brushed against your cheek as he bent down to whisper into your ear.
“You say the word, and I’ll get you outta here. No questions asked, yeah?”
Gripping a little tighter onto his arm, you leaned into Frank’s embrace as a shaky breath left your lips.
“Where would we go?”
“Wherever you want, darlin’. I could hide you places even he couldn’t find.”
You swore you heard Matt groan loudly on the other side of the door, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you dipped your head back to look up at Frank. Taking a deep breath in, you exhaled slowly through your parted lips and nodded with a soft smile.
“I’m ready.”
Frank gave a slight nod as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, dropping his left eye in a wink as he smiled.
“Attagirl.”
“Frankie?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Don’t let me fall, please.”
Frank wrapped his right arm tightly around your waist, holding onto your hand with his left one as he squeezed it gently.
“Never.”
»»——— ———««
“As absolutely beautiful as you are in this dress, it’s time for it to come off.”
“You don’t wanna leave it on?”
“I’d love to, sweetheart, but it’s kind of in my way. Besides, it’s so pretty, I’d hate to ruin it with all the things I wanna do to you, Mrs. Murdock.”
A soft gasp left your lips as Matt gently sucked on that sensitive spot on your neck below your ear, and you could feel him grin against your skin when your heart skipped. He had taken every opportunity throughout the evening to call you that, or refer to you as his wife. Every time it hit your ears, a buzz of serotonin flooded your bloodstream and left you hazy.
“And what, exactly, is it that you wanna do to me, Mr. Murdock?”
Matt’s fingertips brushed lightly along the exposed skin of your bare back, causing a shudder to course through you while his nimble fingers delicately tugged the zipper of your dress agonizingly slow down your back. His stubble tickled against your cheek as he nuzzled your jaw, inhaling your scent deeply while leaving open mouthed kisses down the column of your neck.
“Fuck a baby into you.”
Gripping tightly onto his suit jacket, you were suddenly taken back to that night over a year ago when he’d first made that promise, and his words from that night flowed through your ears.
I’m gonna marry you someday, Y/N.
I will put a ring on your finger tomorrow.
I will put a baby in you tonight.
A fresh wave of mixed emotions glossed over your eyes, and Matt slowly pulled back to stare blankly down at your face with an expression of concern as he cradled your face in his hand.
“What is it, angel?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Matt tilted his head to the side slightly as his honey hazel eyes gazed down at you, tongue darting out to quickly wet his lips before they pulled into a timid smile.
“Was it the wedding you always wanted?”
Bringing your own hand up to cup Matt’s jaw, you pulled him in closer to touch your foreheads together as you whispered softly.
“Of course it was, Matty. You were the groom.”
Matt had been continuously asking you the same question all night, wanting to make sure you were absolutely happy with the biggest day of your lives. Honestly, it had been perfect. Karen had taken over as your unofficial wedding planner, and between her, Marci, and Elektra, you’d hardly had to lift a finger. Getting married in a church wasn’t a huge deal for you since you weren’t religious, but you knew how much it meant to Matt, and you offered to marry him in his church where his parents would’ve married. It was small and intimate, exactly what you both wanted.
The second you stepped through the open doors with Frank, Matt immediately started to cry. You were only a second behind him as soon as you saw him, the two of you gripping onto each other’s hands as Father Lantom led the ceremony, bringing everyone in attendance to tears as you exchanged your heartfelt vows. Matt had captured your lips in a deep kiss as soon as Father Lantom uttered his name, and he lightly smacked him over the back of the head with his bible to remind him that he was in church when the kiss started getting a little too heated for the house of God. Maggie had simply laughed, reminding Father Lantom that Matthew was indeed Jack Murdock’s son.
The reception was held at Josie’s where you had first met Matt over two years ago, courtesy of Karen. Foggy had drunkenly climbed onto the bar to deliver his best man speech which only drew further tears out of everyone from laughter by telling the most embarrassing story he could conjure about Matt from college, and also from the passionate gratitude he showered you in for making his best friend the happiest he had ever seen him.
Matt told me once he thought you were an angel created by God himself, and sent down from Heaven just for him, exactly when he needed you. I believe that’s true. There’s no other explanation for how perfect you are for him. Thank you for bringing my brother the happiness he’s always deserved. I love you both.
Karen could hardly contain her own tears as she spoke fondly about you and Matt, bringing even Frank and Jessica to tears with her sweet words.
I knew the night you met Matt that you loved him. I could see it in your eyes. Thank you for loving him the way that you do. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me as your best friend for you to end up with someone like Matt. Because I know he will take care of you, and protect you, and love you with everything he’s got, and I know you’ll do the same for him. I’m just so happy my two favorite people found each other.
“Today was the happiest day of my life. A day I never honestly thought would come, but I’m so happy it did, and I’m so happy it was with you. I wouldn’t change anything about it. I mean…apart from everyone offering to help you runaway, but.”
A loud laugh slipped past your ears at the annoyed look on Matt’s face, countered by the smirk that was threatening to spill across his lips. You gently squeezed his cheeks to purse his lips into a pout, leaning in to kiss them softly.
“You know they were joking.”
“No, Frank and Elektra were serious. They were actually gonna smuggle you out.”
Giggling softly, you shook your head as you leaned in to press your lips against Matt’s softly once more.
“Well I didn’t run, did I?”
Matt let out a deep exhale through his nose, shaking his head slowly as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“No. Still not sure why you didn’t.”
“There was cake.”
Matt rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up above you, and you giggled uncontrollably as you grabbed onto his tie to pull him back down towards you.
“I’m kidding! You know someone has to keep the Devil in line.”
Matt clicked his tongue against his cheek, narrowing his eyes slightly as he cocked his head to the side and stared down at you with a light smirk.
“That the only reason, then? Because you’re the only one that can?”
“I can think of a few more. Now, I thought you were helping me out of this dress?”
“I was.”
“Then be a good husband, Matthew, and help your wife.”
Matt’s eyes darkened considerably at the sultry tone of your voice, and a devilish grin took over his mouth as your beloved dimples settled in his inner cheeks. He was careful as he slipped the silk gown down your body, laying it carefully over the dresser before attacking your body with kisses once again. You frantically clawed at his jacket and dress shirt, blindly making quick work of his belt, already panting just from the idea of having your husband inside of you. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you that neither of you had the patience for foreplay tonight, and all you both wanted in that moment was to be absolutely consumed by one another.
As Matt settled between your spread thighs, a wash of nerves made you shiver, and you found yourself placing your shaky palm on his chest over his heart to get his attention.
“Matty…did you…are we…you really want a baby with me? Right now?”
Matt tilted his head in confusion as he let his eyes blankly wander over you, placing his palm flat on the pillow by your head as he leaned in closer towards you. You and Matt had been talking more seriously about starting a family after you got engaged, and you stopped taking birth control a few months before the wedding to make sure it was fully out of your system for when you two were ready to actually start trying.
“Of course I do. Why? Did you change your mind?”
“No! No no, it’s not that. I just…you aren’t going to miss it? I mean…the city means so much to you, Matty, and-”
“Hey, you mean the most to me. You’re the love of my life, sweetheart.”
You wrapped your fingers around Matt’s wrist as he held your face, nibbling at your bottom lip as you let out a shaky breath.
“I know, baby. I just…I know how much you need that part of yourself-”
“Not anymore. All I need is you. I’m still protecting the city, and the people in it, everyday. I’m still helping people. But New York doesn’t really need Daredevil anymore. It has people to protect it, like Luke and Jessica. And Colleen, Danny, even Frank and Elektra. You need me. And the one thing I care more about protecting and keeping safe is you, and our family.”
“I just don’t want you to wake up one day and regret hanging up the suit, or feel any kind of resentment-”
“Sweetheart, listen to me. I could never regret anything with you. How could I feel even an ounce of resentment when you’re offering to give me the greatest gift in the world that I’ll never be able to repay you for, hm?”
Matt carefully wiped a stray tear away from your eye as you reached up to gently grab onto the back of his neck, pulling him down so that his chest was flush to yours as you whispered softly.
“I just want to make you happy, Matty.”
“You do, angel. Everyday. You are my happiness. Now, can I please make love to my wife?”
Matt took his time as he entered you, peppering kisses on every inch of your body he could find, moving his hips lazily as he fucked into you slowly to ensure you both felt everything. Interlacing your fingers together, he held your hands above your head and squeezed them tightly, repeatedly whispering into your ear how much he loved you, how beautiful and perfect you were for him, and how badly he wanted you to give him a baby. Matt pulled your legs tightly around his waist, angling your hips to reach the most delicious depths within you, spilling his seed into the deepest layer of your garden to plant the foundation for the family you both so desperately wanted together.
Neither of you could get enough, and Matt fucked you sweetly and slowly several more times into the early hours of the night until your bodies simply couldn’t take anymore. He refused to withdraw himself from you, keeping his soft cock nestled within you, preventing any ounce of your future he had emptied into you from slipping out as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Matt placed his palm over your lower belly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb in slow circles over the first home your child would have.
“I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you so much, Matty.”
Matt was here. Matt loved you. Matt was yours.
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pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
summary: matt’s run in with his ex has you questioning everything about your relationship, and he’s determined to prove himself to you.
warnings: cursing, lots of angst, fluffy ending, matty being a typical dumbass, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 7.2k
a/n: psa, I am not an elektra anti. I would happily fuck her too. this is once again purely selfish matty content I couldn’t get out of my head. a huge thank you to my darling @yourbucky084 for beta reading, helping edit & providing such helpful feedback. also a big thank you to @pleasurebuttonwrites for helping me figure out what the fuck is behind matty’s bed for this fic lmao. I appreciate you both so much! as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
[part two]
It felt like I had been staring at the wall in the darkness for hours. My body was aching, begging me to move from my current position lying on my side that I had been stubbornly stuck in for the past forty five minutes, but under absolutely no circumstances would I turn over. I would deal with my body’s stiffness tomorrow. I had tried, and failed, several times to get my brain to just shut off. I silently pleaded for the sweet blanket of unconsciousness to wash over me so that I could get a break from all the noise in my head. Tonight was the worst night to be an insomniac.
“Angel?”
I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard his low voice cut through the silence. Asshole. He knew the effect that his voice had on me, especially at that volume. I tried my hardest to get my aggravated breathing under control to a slow, steady pace. My heart was the one that wouldn’t cooperate. It was still thudding angrily against my chest. I heard a deep sigh cut through the darkness and a rustling of sheets behind me.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re not asleep.”
I felt the bed dip beside me as he turned onto his side to face my back. Despite the coldness of the bedroom, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Normally, we’d be tangled up together. I always slept best with my head on his chest, leg slung lazily over his hips, completely wrapped up in his arms and warmth. But tonight, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
“Honey, please.”
I grit my teeth and flung the covers off my body, shivering slightly as the awaiting cold nipped at my exposed skin and caused goosebumps to appear everywhere. I gripped onto my pillow and ripped it off the bed, hastily rounding the corner towards the refuge of the living room.
“Goodnight, Matthew.”
Before I had a chance to slide the door open, Matt was on his feet and in front of me in a flash. He gently wrapped his arm around my wrist to halt my movements and firmly grabbed onto my hip to hold me in place.
“Y/N…you’re not sleeping on the couch, come on.”
“Fine. You are.”
I shoved the pillow roughly against Matt’s bare chest, grabbing the handle on the door and sliding it back so hard into the track it nearly made the entire apartment shake. Matt winced at the sound, squinting his eyes and turning his head away from the door. Normally I would have felt bad about the noise considering his sensitive hearing, but tonight I didn’t really give a fuck about his comfort. He sighed deeply as he tossed the pillow onto the bed and took a step towards me.
“Sweetheart, I really don’t want to go to bed angry. Please.”
“Well maybe you should’ve thought of that earlier Matthew, before you hooked up with your ex at a fucking party and tried to lie about it.”
“Y/N that’s...that’s not what happened. I told you, we just kissed…and I explained why.”
“Right, and I’m supposed to just take your word for it? After you’ve told me how many lies tonight Matthew?”
“I didn’t-”
“You blew me and Foggy off because you said you had an ‘important meeting’ with your special ‘client’. And then you come through that door, wearing a disheveled tux, with the collar covered in red lipstick I might add, and I find out you actually went to a gala with her.”
“Because she had a lead about information that could help take down the Yakuza!”
I had been seeing violent shades of red ever since Matt walked through the front door. I was pissed when I saw that he was wearing a tux, which was not what he had left Foggy and I’s company in, but the second I spotted the lipstick on his collar, I was fucking livid. Matt must have sensed the shift in my emotions because he immediately pulled off his glasses and raised his hands up slowly in surrender, quickly spitting out an “I can explain”.
My blood only began to boil at the mention of her name. Elektra. Matt had reluctantly, and very briefly, told me about her one night when we had first started dating. The gaps that he left, Foggy unenthusiastically filled in later on. He very clearly had not been a fan of hers, and I grew to understand why.
The more I learned about her, the more my disdain grew for the way she treated Matt. The way she left him..and what she had tried to do to him..what she had tried to make him do before she disappeared. I couldn’t believe he would actually want to be around her again after everything she had put him through. She had almost ruined his life, and after that night, he said he never wanted to speak about her again. I didn’t press it. I didn’t want to upset him, and honestly I didn’t care if I ever heard her name again. All I wanted to do was make up for her faults, and show Matt how much he deserved to be loved. I promised him that I would always accept him for exactly who he was. I never once tried to change him. Not like her.
I was beyond incandescent when her name so easily rolled off his tongue. I had been seething all night since his earlier confession. I was pissed she’d had the audacity to show up after all these years just to torment him all over again. But mainly, I was outraged at Matt for letting her, and for lying to me about it. When he finally came clean about being Daredevil, he swore he would never lie again, no matter what. While anger coursed through my veins, there were hints of hurt and betrayal that made every rush sting even more.
“And that makes it all okay?”
“No, of course it doesn’t. I just..I need you to understand that’s all it was, okay? A mission. That’s it. The last thing I ever wanted was to see her again, but she had something I needed. Something that could help me actually get rid of them, for good this time. I couldn’t pass that up. They’re too dangerous.”
“Then why did you lie about it? If that’s all it was, why couldn’t you tell me the truth? Why couldn’t you tell Foggy the truth?”
Matt averted his head downwards, placing both of his hands on his hips as he stood there silently. His lips parted slightly, taking in a deep breath as if the words he was searching for would be laced within the oxygen hitting his lungs.
“I don’t know. I just..I didn’t want to start a fight. I’m sorry. Please…don’t be mad.”
That rage that had been brewing inside me ever since he walked through that door was suddenly bubbling like molten lava, and I was about to fucking erupt. I grabbed the closest thing on the nightstand and flung it directly at Matt’s head. I knew it wouldn’t actually hit him, not that I really wanted to, but I couldn’t think straight through all my fury. He dodged the vase just in time as the ceramic shattered in cataclysmic pieces against the wall, shock written evidently all over his features by my uncharacteristic outburst.
“Mad? You think I’m mad? I’m fucking furious, Matthew! There aren’t words strong enough for how I feel right now. You lied. Again. And I’m supposed to, what, just be okay with it? Just be okay with the fact that you’re dressing up and running around New York with your ex to lavish galas because it’s for the greater fucking good?”
“Sweetheart, it was just for information, okay? I swear. Look by the time we found the ledger, they already knew we were there. We snuck a floor down and pretended to be a lost drunk couple so that we didn’t get shot. It was strictly a distraction. If they had found us and figured out what we were actually doing, they would’ve killed us.”
“Well if she’s so fucking impressive, why didn’t she go by herself? She didn’t need you there, she wanted you there. And you willingly went. You could have said no.”
Matt ran a hand through his messy brown hair, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t seeing things his way, and rubbed his palm across the stubble on his right cheek. He dropped his hands to place them on his hips once again and shook his head slowly, pointing his chin in my direction.
“You’re right. I should’ve said no. I should’ve let her go alone, and I should’ve told you the truth from the beginning. I just…I really didn’t want to start a fight.”
“I’m done fighting with you, Matthew.”
I felt completely drained, like all the life had been sucked out of me steadily ever since he walked through that door. Our fight earlier was explosive, definitely the worst one we’ve ever had. One of the only ones we’ve ever had. I thought it had depleted all of my energy, but the way he kept trying to justify his actions kept fueling the fire. I was tired of being lied to. I was tired of him disregarding my feelings about this whole situation, and not even trying to understand why I felt the way I did. I was tired of feeling like I had to fight to keep my place in his life. I don’t even remember why I agreed to stay over at his place tonight. I should’ve just gone home.
“Don’t...don’t say that. Please. Your voice makes it sound like you’re giving up.”
“Maybe I am Matthew. This was a mistake. I’m going home.”
“No…no no no. Don’t say things like that, please. Look don’t…don’t go. Please, Y/N. It’s late and you’re upset and I...I don’t want you out walking the streets alone right now-”
“I don’t really care what you want right now.”
Matt quickly snatched my overnight bag out of my hands as soon as I reached for it and tossed it across the room with annoying accuracy. I futilely shoved at his chest when he grabbed onto my arms and pulled me in close, but it was no use. He was a lot stronger than I was, and on top of that I was exhausted. I didn’t have any fight left in me for tonight, and there was no escaping the cage of his embrace.
“Please let go.”
“I can’t. I can’t, sweetheart. I need you, please. Look I fucked up, okay? I know that. I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I know you’re probably sick of hearing me say that, but I am. Just...please don’t leave. I love you, Y/N. Let me..let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”
My eyes widened as the words dripping with suggestion left his mouth. I tilted my head back and stared up at him dumbfounded, a humorless laugh leaving my lips as I managed to find a surge of strength to push as hard as I could at Matt’s chest and finally shove him backwards.
“Are you fucking joking? You have some goddamn balls, Matthew Murdock. Are you seriously asking me for sex right now? You think that’s gonna fix this?”
“I’m not asking, I’m offering. I know you need it.”
“You don’t know anything. What the hell makes you think I want anything to do with you right now? Why would I even want to kiss you, knowing all I’m going to be able to taste is her.”
Matthew Murdock was one cocky son of a bitch, and his audacity never ceased to amaze me. He clenched his jaw slightly as spite flowed from my lips, hands balling up into tight fists at his sides as he let out a controlled deep breath. His features morphed into an expression of distress as he took slow calculated steps closer towards me and inhaled, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. His eyes were a shade darker when they opened and his tongue quickly darted out to swipe across his bottom lip as he squared his shoulders. I knew that look, and it caused a shiver to cascade down my spine.
“Then why don’t you let me have a taste, hm? I don’t want you to taste anything else on my tongue except yourself. I don’t want to taste anything else but you.”
Matt tilted his head to the side slightly, his blank honey eyes fixated right in my direction, trying to sense anything that would give me away. He waited silently to taste the effect of his words in the air as they began to seep from my core, and feel the rise of heat that flushed across my chest and the tops of my cheeks. He waited for the anger to dissipate into desire. Matt Murdock was not a very patient man, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was when it came to outsmarting his prey. He set the trap, and waited for me to fall into it. He knew I would. It had been too long, and he knew me too damn well. Matt always knew how to melt the icy barrier I hid beneath, rendering me a needy puddle in his capable hands. The twitch of his jaw and fleeting uptick of his lips let me know he had gotten exactly what he was waiting for.
“I can smell you, sweetheart. Your need...your want. It’s palpable. I can feel it in my own veins. I can practically taste you from here. It’s been what…two weeks? Two weeks since I’ve touched you. I haven’t been paying attention to you like I should have been. I haven’t been very good to you lately. I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m so sorry for that. Please...let me make up for it. Use me.”
Use me.
My mouth suddenly felt dry as it clicked in my brain exactly what he meant. Matt knew what he was doing. I was a sucker for his voice, especially when he used his “devil” voice on me, and he never hesitated to use it to his advantage. He knew it would make me crumble. It always did. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted, how to win. He masked every single one of his sinful words behind that velvet voice, and I loved it. Matt took my silence as an invitation to move even closer, his voice becoming dangerously low as he spoke.
“You don’t have to touch me. You can have my fingers, my mouth, whatever you want. I can feel how frustrated you are. I know how badly you need this. So let me help. Take it all out on me. Use me, sweetheart.”
I felt like I was being pulled in a million different directions in my head. A tiny, logical piece of my brain wanted me to smack him. It was yelling at me to not give in. To instead tell him to fuck off, get my things, and just go. The other part of my brain wanted me to just call it a night. Just let go of all the anger, try to get some sleep, and discuss the future of our relationship in the morning when we were both level headed. But both of those thoughts were completely drowned out by the ache beginning to throb uncomfortably between my thighs.
I was just as sexually frustrated as I was...well...regularly frustrated. I couldn’t remember the last time Matt had kissed me, or touched me, or even told me he loved me. He had been so busy lately, I felt like we only saw each other in passing like forgotten ships in the night. My body yearned for him. He knew it better than anyone, sometimes even better than I did. He always knew what I needed.
My renegade eyes traveled over Matt’s exposed muscular chest as I got lost in my inner turmoil, paying extra attention to how his sweatpants and briefs hung treacherously low on his hips. I had spent so many moments mapping out every inch of his skin and every visible scar with my fingers and tongue. If I focused really hard, I could feel the tautness of his abs on my fingertips from whenever he got close to releasing in my mouth. I could hear the gravel in his voice as he whispered vivid dirty details of his plans for me into my ear. I could taste the tanginess of my own release on his lips as he kissed me after bringing me to climax with his skilled tongue.
I felt a warm rush of arousal pool between my thighs. The soft groan that exuded from Matt’s lips let me know he had noticed it. He always knew when I was wet for him. I could never hide from him. His tongue swiped along his bottom lip as he stared just above me, his fists tightening at his sides so hard his bruised knuckles were stark white. I know he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and take me, fuck it all out, and beg for forgiveness when he finally sent me over the edge...but he stayed still. Matt had always been the dominant one in our relationship, and I liked it that way. I never knew I could find so much freedom in completely giving myself over to someone. I trusted Matt. I loved when he took control. I craved being submissive to him, so much so that it would have been embarrassing if it weren’t so fucking satisfying. I didn’t know if I had it in me to be the one in control, especially not with the headspace I was in. I was desperately grasping at the frayed edges of my anger, but the way he was staring at me with those ravenous wild eyes had me letting go without a second thought.
“I..I don’t..I’m not sure if I..”
Matt reached out to gently take my hand into his, brushing his thumb over the back of my knuckles and giving it a soft squeeze. Somehow he always understood me, even when I couldn’t get the words out. He just knew.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I got you, sweetheart.”
Matt slowly sunk down onto his knees in front of me, head tilted back to keep his gaze up towards my face. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he hooked his index fingers under the seam of my panties, pulling them down my legs carefully as he brushed his fingers tenderly along the back of my knee and the side of my calf. He turned his head slightly to place a chaste kiss to my inner thigh and I felt him smile against my skin when I let out an involuntary whine. He tapped my ankle lightly to signal for me to step out of my panties, balling them up into his hand and shoving them into the pocket of his sweatpants.
Matt placed several more scorching kisses up the expanse of my legs and over my thighs as he slowly rose up from his knees, towering over me once he stood to his full height. He gestured his head towards the bed and began to walk backwards.
“Come here.”
I watched him in confusion as he took his place on the bed, glancing down at the spot on the floor in front of me where he had just been.
“What…what um...”
“You’re gonna ride my face.”
I nearly choked on my own spit, my eyes widening in shock as I watched Matt move to lay flat on his back on the mattress. Matt Murdock was no stranger to eating me out. Sometimes I think he enjoyed it almost as much as I did. There were times I had to practically pry him away, nearly in tears from overstimulation because he just kept going and going and going. He’d had his face buried between my thighs countless times, but never like that.
“W-What?”
“You’re gonna sit on my face, you’re gonna ride my tongue until you come, and you’re gonna keep going until you feel satisfied. If you wanna go all fucking night, we will. You don’t stop until you get what you need.”
Even though he was offering to let me take control, there was still a dominant edge to his voice that made my knees weak. Matt reached his hand out for me to take, his eyes blankly moving back and forth as he waited to sense my presence come near. I was frozen with apprehension. I wanted it, God did I want it, but I was nervous. I had seen a picture of Elektra once. We looked nothing alike, figure wise. I had a very curvy figure. I had wider hips and thick thighs, and while I knew Matt was very strong, I also knew I would die of embarrassment if I had to explain how I nearly suffocated my boyfriend from trying to ride his face for the first time.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
I blinked a few times as I stared over at Matt, taking a few cautious steps forward until I stood next to the bed. I reached out slowly to grab onto his hand and swallowed thickly when he tugged me closer, pressing a reassuring kiss to each of my knuckles.
“Don’t think so hard. Just come here and let me make you feel better, please.”
I tried to let go of all my trepidation with a deep exhale, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth as I climbed up onto the bed. I let go of Matt’s hand momentarily to pull my oversized sleep shirt over my head so that it wouldn’t get in the way. I swung my leg over Matt’s waist and straddled his chest. He quickly grabbed onto my hips and pulled me up further with impressive speed, causing me to gasp and brace my hands against the wall.
“Jesus, Matt. Slow down.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I just...fuck...can you get up here? Please, baby?”
I wasn’t used to Matt sounding so needy. That was usually my role. I was always the one begging for him…begging for more. Hearing how desperately he wanted to taste me sent a tidal wave of lust dripping down my thighs, and Matt growled lowly in his throat at that. His fingertips dug roughly into the soft flesh of my thighs and his hips bucked upwards slightly. I stared down at him in awe, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and confidence from the way he was reacting.
“Sweetheart...please...I’m begging you. Let me make you come until you can’t walk. Come on angel...be a good girl for me and come ride my face, yeah? Let me show you how much I want you. Only want you.”
Between his strained begging and the way he moved his head to get closer to where I was soaked, I couldn’t take it anymore. My pussy seemed to have a mind of its own because before I could stop myself, I was settling my knees on either side of Matt’s head and bracing my hands onto the wall to steady myself, preparing to lower myself languidly. Matt however had other plans. In an instant, Matt had a bruising iron grip on my thighs and had roughly pulled my soaking cunt down on his face. One of my hands immediately flew down to grip at his hair as I moaned loudly when I felt his tongue slip inside me. Matthew Murdock was extremely talented with his mouth, which made him an exceptional lawyer, but an even more sensational lover.
His mouth was so warm as he ravaged me, and I felt myself already having a difficult time staying upright. Matt’s large hand came down hard against my ass and I cried out as it surged me forward, the action causing his nose to bump divinely against my clit as his tongue explored my pussy like it was the first time all over again. It took one more slap for me to get the hint and I slowly started to move my hips against his face. The muffled moan of approval that sounded beneath me only spurred me on to roll my hips back and forth delicately like an easy tide. I gripped tightly onto Matt’s hair and tugged hard which caused a groan to reverberate enticingly against my clit.
I could feel him moving slightly around on the bed behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see him rolling his hips upwards into the air in time with my own pace. I could see the perfect outline of his impressive cock as it strained against the barrier of his sweatpants. There was already a wet patch forming which drove me even more crazy. He was really fucking enjoying this. It never failed to turn me on even further seeing how much Matt got off to getting me off.
My breaths became more jagged and struggled to be released from my chest the closer I got to the edge. I should’ve felt pathetic about being so close to coming undone so quickly, but it had been weeks. I whined loudly as I began to grind my hips down back and forth on his tongue, welcoming the burn of his facial hair rubbing roughly against my inner thighs. I had gotten so used to his touch that I felt like I was completely starving after two weeks without it. I hadn’t even bothered trying to get myself off because I knew it would be no use. I couldn’t come without Matt, not since the first night I let him touch me and make himself at home between my thighs. Nothing compared to him.
“M-Matty...oh god...please...”
Matt clamped both of his large hands down on my thighs to hold me in place, wrapping his plump lips around my swollen clit to suck on it feverishly. I could feel him moaning against my core and it only brought me closer and closer to where I wanted to be. It was so close...so fucking close. My entire body felt tense with anticipation as I waited impatiently to be tossed over the edge into pure ecstasy. It felt like a rubber band within me was being stretched impossibly thin, and I just needed it to fucking snap already.
“Maaaatty…please please please..”
I don’t even know what I was asking for, but he knew. He always knew. Matt granted me mercy as he quickened the pace of his tongue, flickering over my clit like a flame trying to withstand the wind. He gently bit down on my sensitive nub, causing me to explode with pure bliss. I rocked my hips against his face messily as I kept my tight grip on his hair. A high pitched whine left my lips when I felt a growl rip through his chest as I finally came into his mouth. I glanced down just in time to see his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from my taste hitting his tongue, a satisfied primal groan resonating against my core. Matt wouldn’t let me budge until he greedily lapped up every drop of nectar my body had to offer. My thighs shook aggressively as I tried to ride out one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had. My body felt entirely too heavy, and the only reason I hadn’t collapsed was because Matt was still holding me up. He detached his lips just for a split second, baring his teeth in menacing snarl.
“Go for another one, sweetheart. I told you…we can stay here all fucking night.”
I glanced down to see the lower half of Matt’s face completely coated in my glimmering wetness. His lips were swollen and red, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, panting as he tried desperately to catch his own breath. His hair was sticking up in odd directions from my hazardous gripping and his eyes were blown open so wide, I could see the devil in them, waiting for me to unlock his chains. I whimpered as I felt his tongue teasing at my folds, trying my hardest to pull away from his eager mouth.
“I..I c-can’t..ah fuck Matty…please…let me down...please...”
Matt grabbed onto my hips and lifted me up gently, helping me onto my back on the spot right beside him. My body was still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure when I felt the warm weight of his body on top of mine. His lips left a burning trail of kisses down the column of my neck, between the valley of my breasts, and along my lower stomach. I whined when I felt his warm breath wavering against my clit.
“Shh...let me take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work. Just lay back and let me make it better.”
“Matty...please. I just want you, please.”
I hadn’t forgiven him. I was still hurt and angry, and there was so much we needed to talk about. But right now, I just needed him. I needed to feel him. I needed to feel our bodies connected together, like they belonged to one another. I needed him to tell me everything would be okay as he held my hand and made love to me. I needed to know he was still mine.
I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he hovered over me and I grabbed onto his face to pull him down in a searing kiss. I could feel him sigh in content and relief against my mouth, sliding his hand under my back to pull me up closer so that could press our chests together. I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my own in a perfect symphony. As I pushed at the waistband of his sweatpants, he gently grabbed onto my wrist and broke the kiss to lean his forehead against mine.
“Sweetheart, I told you…you don’t have to touch me.”
“I need to, Matty. I need it, please. I need you.”
Matt stilled at my sobbing plea and brought one of his large hands up to brush the scattered tears away with his thumb, cupping my cheek in his hand as he gazed down at me in pure concern.
“Angel, what’s wrong? Talk to me. Was it too much? Do I need to stop?”
“No...no please don’t. I just...I need you, Matty. I need you here.”
“I am here, sweetheart.”
“I need you to stay here. You can’t...you can’t just ignore me for two weeks and then run off with someone else, Matt. You can’t do that to me...especially not with her. So...if this is it, then I want-”
“Hey, no. This is not it. Don’t talk like that. Listen to me...I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do that again, I swear. You mean everything to me, alright? I’m not going anywhere, sweet girl. I’m right here. And I don’t want you to worry about her. She’s on the first flight out of New York in the morning, okay? She’s not coming back. It’s just you and me, my love. I’m right here. I love you.”
“Then show me.”
I didn’t wait for him as I braced my palms against his broad chest and pushed with all the strength I had left, rising up onto my knees as I pushed him down onto his back. I ignored his faint protests, grabbing at the waistband of his briefs and sweatpants to tug them down in one swift motion as quickly as possible. I pressed my palm hard against his chest to keep him down when he tried to sit up, climbing onto his lap and positioning myself over his impatient cock. The tip was swollen with lust and weeping with need, standing proudly at attention above his stomach, waiting for me. I didn’t take my time to slowly lower myself down like I normally did. No matter how many times Matt had been inside me, ruined me, I always had to adjust to his size.
We both cried out in unison when I sank down completely, and his hands flew up to seize my hips. Being on top always required the most accommodation, but I loved having him like this. I could feel him everywhere. All I wanted was to be completely filled to the brim and consumed entirely by him. I winced as the sting of my walls being stretched to their limits pierced through my lower half.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Easy easy…don’t hurt yourself. We can take it slow-fuck!”
I ignored every single one of Matt’s words as I sat up straight and began to swivel my hips in purposeful circles. It burned, God did it burn, but I wanted it. I wanted it all. I didn’t know if I believed Matt’s words. I didn’t know if the love he had for me would ever compare to what he had felt for her, what he might still feel for her. I didn’t know that I believed tonight wasn’t it for us. But all that I wanted was a reminder, that this had been real. That Matt had been real, and he had been mine. I would take the pain willingly if it meant I’d be able to feel him for the next few days. I’d happily be haunted by the ache he left between my thighs to remind myself that this was real.
Every drawn out moan of my name that rang in my ears, every breathless pant, every plea of oh my god and every praise of fuck sweetheart kept me moving even though I felt like my legs were seconds away from giving up. I threw my head back towards the heavens, hoping God would understand my prayers and what I needed through the form of Matt’s name. On my knees above him, I prayed. And I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.
I didn’t know if the tears falling freely down my cheeks were from being pushed to my limit physically, or mentally, but I cried out when Matt sat up fully to wipe them away from my cheeks, reaching farther inside me than I ever thought possible. I whined when I felt his hand wrap delicately around my throat, his thumb and index finger holding my chin in a firm grasp as he captured my lips.
“Shh…it’s alright sweetheart. I’m here. I’m right here. Doing so well for me, angel. Always so good to me. Let me take care of you.”
Matt brought my arms up to wrap around his neck, grabbing my hips gently to flip our bodies over and lay me down into the sanctuary of silk covered pillows. He pulled my legs tightly around his waist, locking his own hips in place against mine. One hand came up to intertwine our fingers together, squeezing my hand in reassurance as he placed his other forearm directly beside my head. Pressing our foreheads together, brushing his nose and lips against mine, Matt began to oscillate his hips at a tender speed, allowing me to feel every detailed stroke of him against my tight walls.
“My perfect girl. Can’t you feel how perfect we fit together, Y/N? Can’t you feel how perfect you are for me?”
I couldn’t handle the vulnerability in his featherlight whispers. It tugged so hard on the strings of my heart, I thought they might snap. I tried to whisper his name, respond with something coherent, but all I could manage was a needy whimper. Matt let go of my hand for just a second, slipping his own between our bodies to press down on the bulge in my lower stomach.
“You can feel me here, can’t you sweetheart?”
I grabbed onto the back of his neck urgently, digging my nails into the muscle of his upper back to anchor him in place. I tried to nod, tried to hide my face into the refuge of his neck to escape his inexorable gaze, but he wasn’t having any of that. Matt’s hand was quickly covering my throat again, his hold on my chin a little tighter this time, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“I am not going anywhere. Nothing could ever take me away from you. Not her, not Fisk, no one. Not even God himself could keep me from you.”
His caramel coated eyes were staring so hard down into mine, it knocked the breath out of me. For a second, I felt like Matt could actually see me. His stare only grew in intensity as his thrusts became more precise.
“Listen to me, sweetheart. You are mine. And I am yours. We belong to no one else, but each other. I’m gonna marry you someday, Y/N. Someday soon. I want nothing more than for you to be my wife, my perfect girl. My angel. There’s no one else I want by my side for the rest of my life. No one else who understands me better than you do. No one else that accepts me like you do. No one else that’s as good to me as you are. I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you. I will put a ring on your finger tomorrow. I will put a baby in you tonight.”
A sharp gasp mixed with a breathless moan echoed from my lips at Matt’s words. I knew Matt wanted to get married someday, and I always hoped it would be to me. We had very briefly had a conversation about kids once. He knew that I wanted them, and said that he did too. Someday. While marriage I knew we could make work, I wasn’t sure about the kids part. I didn’t know if I could handle having a child with him when he still needed the other side of him, and I didn’t know if he would ever know when he wouldn’t need that side of him anymore. It was a tricky conversation I wasn’t ready to try and navigate. I didn’t want to risk losing Matt, and I would never ask him to give up something that was so important to him. But the conviction in his voice, the certainty of his words, made me lightheaded. Matt tilted his head to the side slightly, a sense of recognition softening his gaze as a light smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“That what you want, sweetheart? Hm? That what you need? Taking my last name and growing our baby inside you to remind you every day that I’m yours?”
“Matty…”
“You want all of me, don’t you angel? C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want all of me.”
“I…God, Matty…want all of you, please.”
“I love you, Y/N. You love me, don’t you? C’mon baby, tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Matty. I, oh God, love you so much…”
“Say you’ll marry me. Gonna ask properly, I promise, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me, sweetheart.”
“Yes Matty…yes I’ll marry you.”
I knew Matt was listening intently to my heartbeat with every answer that spilled from me, searching for any falter in rhythm that would tell him I wasn’t telling the truth. That I was just obeying his orders. But I wasn’t lying. I meant every word. I knew that Matt knew that from the mouth splitting grin that took over his entire face.
“That’s my girl. My perfect girl. Now, tell me I can come inside. We can start our family tonight, sweetheart. C’mon, tell me you want it, and you’ll be pregnant before the sun comes up. Let me hear it, angel.”
“Please Matty, please. Please come inside me. I want our family. I want it all. Please Matty, make me yours.”
Matt tightened his grip slightly on my throat, silencing my cries of pleasure with his lips. His pace remained gentle and loving, but his thrusts were powerful and meticulous, relentlessly hitting that spot inside me that had me swimming in constellations that appeared behind my eyelids every single time. It didn’t take much longer for me to plunge from the peak of exhilaration, free falling into uninhibited gratification below that was completely and irrevocably Matt.
I felt tingles sparking throughout my extremities as my body spasmed in rolling blackouts of delectation, causing my walls to clench unforgivably around Matt’s cock. I could feel the rhythm of his hips stuttering into short, staccato bursts as he finally reached his own crescendo. The pure satisfaction entangled in the legato moans of his climax wrapped around me like a warm blanket, lulling me into a state of ease. For the first time all night, joy buzzed in my bloodstream, and I was able to silence the roaring of my insecurity.
Matt was here. Matt loved me. Matt was mine.
I hugged him as close and tightly to my chest as I could, refusing to unlock my legs from around his waist when I felt him start to pull back.
“Don’t, please. Just stay. Just wanna stay like this.”
Matt pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and allowed his lips to linger there for a moment before marking my nose, cheeks, and lips in his adoration. He nuzzled his head into my neck and I felt him inhale my scent deeply before sighing in content.
“Alright, sweetheart. We can stay like this.”
I basked in the comfortable silence for a moment, allowing my brain to process every single one of Matt’s words. I felt a childlike sense of giddiness, like when you were a kid and you knew you were getting the exact gift you wanted for Christmas. You had peeked, and spoiled it for yourself, but still felt unfiltered excitement anyway. The gift itself didn’t matter as much as the feeling of knowing that it was what you wanted and it was yours.
Matt Murdock was my gift. The one thing I always wanted, the only thing that mattered, that was all mine.
I threaded my fingers lightly through his hair, occasionally massaging at his scalp and smiling at the hums of gratitude that vibrated against my neck.
“Matty?”
“Hm?”
“You know I’m still on birth control, right?”
“I know, sweetheart. It doesn’t hurt to start practicing though, does it?”
I could feel his smile against my skin. If I closed my eyes, I could see it. I knew exactly which one it was. I couldn’t help but giggle at his response, tightening my arms around his back.
“Well, if that’s the case, then we’ve been practicing for over a year Matty. Sometimes several times a day.”
Matt pulled his head back just enough so that he could face me, bumping his nose against my own as a devilish grin stretched across his soft lips.
“I like to be prepared.”
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“idk if it’s too much to ask but can i ask for the song red based on your past milestone headcanon of reader and matt dating but her and elektra are besties? thank you and congrats on 3k! 🌟”
aaah i totally forgot to copy paste my quote lol it was suppose to be: I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me. Just us, and your friend Steve. (that tik tok audio haha)
something just about elektra and matt’s girlfriend being besties and ganging up on him lives in my mind rent free
HAHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW THAT AUDIO
oh this is perfect for them
I know you said red but I got a lil carried away with this one and it's definitely over a 100 words so i'm putting it under midnights :)
enjoy!!!
blurb below the cut
just you and me, and your friend ellie (matt's version ft. elektra)
I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me / just us, and your friend ellie
“What the hell?”
Matt’s thick brows were scrunched together in perplexity with a crease of irritation settling between them. You and Elektra were snuggled up together in the bed you and Matt shared, surrounded by snacks, with a movie playing on the tv Elektra had gotten for you. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he caught the bashful smile stretching on your lips and the curl of a mischievous smirk on Elektra’s.
“Sorry Matty, it’s girls night.”
Matt let out a scoff as he placed one of his hands on his hips, using the other to loosely gesture towards Elektra’s direction.
“You can’t have girls' night at her place so I don’t get kicked out of my own bed?”
The uptick in your heart’s rhythm caught his attention, but before he had a chance to question it, Elektra sat up fully in bed and tried to contain her grin.
“Unfortunately, the penthouse is under renovation Matthew. But, Y/N graciously offered to let me stay with the two of you until it’s finished.”
Matt’s brows rose considerably up his forehead as he turned his head towards your direction and gawked at you.
“What?”
Sitting up on your knees, you tucked your hair behind your ears and gently bit down on your bottom lip.
“She needed a place to stay, Matty.”
“She has other places to stay. I’m pretty sure she has real estate in a third of New York, and there’s always hotels. It’s not like she can’t afford it.”
“But why do that when I can stay with my friends.”
Matt was outnumbered, and as he settled on the couch to get comfortable, he let out a string of curses under his breath. He could hear you and Elektra giggling together as the two of you started another movie. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he had gotten kicked out of his own bed by his girlfriend and his ex.
It was going to be a long night.
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