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shadowbriar · 4 months

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Matt Murdock - Scratches

Pairing : Matt Murdock x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.2k Warning : Injuries, nothing graphics. Matt being dumb that he inflicts injuries to himself. A bit of angst I think. Synopsis : The lack of knowledge about her wellbeing is doing everything but put his mind at ease and Matt wasn’t sure how long he could live with such torture. Notes : Special work for my precious @basementsoup. I hope you like this Alex! ♡ If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Matt hated it.

He hated having to admit that he still needs her. That even after months of separation, the many helping hands he found and friends he could’ve come to, he still found himself scrambling back to her apartment. He hated that in the lowest moments in life, her soothing touch and gentle words were the only thing that helped him stay afloat.

But nothing beats the hatred he felt when he finally managed to get inside. He hated how there’s a new pot of sunflowers placed by the widow. He hated how the pictures on the walls are now gone, replaced with what seems to be mirrors and other wall decorations. He hated, the most, how his scent no longer lingers in the air.

Before he could drown himself deeper into the wallowing, the sound of keys jingling and door knob twisting were heard. His heart paced for a split moment. A short period of regret washes over him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have barged in tonight.

“Matt,” She called, surprise was evident in her tone. Her heart skipped a beat and Matt wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the reasoning for it; is she glad to finally see him again or is she hating their reunion?

“I broke your pot,” He says instead “I didn’t realise you'd done some redecorating.”

“Yeah, I, uh.. I needed a change of setting.” She answers as she takes off her coat, tossing her bag to the floor once she realises his bruised face “Oh, God, not again.”

Matt tries his best to suppress the blooming smile on his face as he feels her fingers examining his face, “It’s just a light scratch.”

“You always say that,” She protests “I can find you on your deathbed, bleeding away, and you’ll still say it’s just a scratch.”

“Has it ever been more than a scratch?”

Matt knew that she must be glaring at him right now. The change in her breathing is clear for him to tell that he’s bruised her patience. But even with annoyance and vexation boiling her blood, her care and worry for him will always overshadow it.

“Come, I’ll clean your wounds.” She says as she holds his arm.

A small kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters in his heart. She knew that he could navigate himself to the sofa. He only broke the pot because he wasn’t expecting any change of setting in her apartment but now that he knew, he’ll be sure to be more careful in moving around, so there’s truly no need of her to guide him this way. Yet again, why would he complain?

“What is it this time?” She asks as she went to the cabinet to get her aid kit “Fisk? Castle? Some thugs?”

“Would you believe me if I say I fell off the bed?”

She turns and eyes him with a glare.

“Alright, not the bed then,” He jests “Stairs. I fell down the stairs.”

“Not funny, Matthew.”

“What, can’t a blind man fall from the stairs?”

She lets out a sigh. Matt could sense her defeated shoulders from the way she dropped the aid kit, “You wouldn’t come here if you only fell from the stairs, Matt.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Truth is Matt has tried his hardest to stop himself from seeing her. He’s fought every urge to jump out of bed at night and come to her. Every little thing in his life pushes him to get closer to her. Like a magnetic force he couldn’t seem to escape. He wanted to ask her what tea he should get from the grocery shop. He wanted to ask her if he should wear the blue or the red tie for the court trial the next day. He wanted to ask her if he could borrow some sugar though the trip to the grocery store is far closer than having to walk to her apartment.

Anything that happens in his life, he wanted to share it with her.

“I don’t want to have this conversation again, Matt.”

“I know,” He nods, licking his lips as he tries to show an apologetic smile “I’m sorry.”

Matt could feel the sofa shifting when she took a seat next to him. He could smell the water from the bowl on her lap and the rest of her aid kit that are now laid on the table. This feels painfully nostalgic. To have her tend his wounds yet for the first time, he knew that he won’t be getting the one true cure he needs — her kisses.

“Are there any other bruises or wounds than the ones on your face?” She asks as she begins cleaning his skin “One of these days you’re gonna need to get yourself a real professional help. Like a personal nurse or doctor. I won’t be here forever to help you.”

“Won’t you?”

“You’re not exactly the easiest patient to tend to,” She answers with a teasing smile “I’d say the chance is pretty high.”

“But I’m your only patient. You need a comparison to say that I’m the worst of your patients.”

“No one can be this much of a pain in my ass than you, Murdock. You know that.”

Matt only smiles at her remarks. He wanted to bask in this moment. To suffocate himself with her gentle touches. To hear the beat of her heart that has become his personal ballad. To know that no matter how far the distance between them grows, she will forever be his true north.

Her movement was put to a short halt when her fingers bruised his lips. He can’t see her but he hopes that the longing in his face is mirrored on her. That she misses the feeling of their lips touching. That she misses the feeling of his lips whispering sweet nonsense in her ear. That she misses him too.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” She says instead as she abruptly stands from her seat “If you don’t have any other injury, I think you’re good to go.”

Matt forces a laugh, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know, Matt, you tell me! What are you doing here?”

“I told you, I fell down the stairs.”

“Yeah, and you couldn’t have asked Foggy or Karen to help with your wound?” She asks, her volume slightly rising in frustration “Do you even feel those wounds? Because I know you have that superhero metabolism thing and I’ve seen you get worse injuries. You can’t just come here, spend half an hour to get to the other side of the city, just to get some bandaid for your scratches.”

Her heartbeat has gone frantic now. Matt could feel the frustration, the anger, the disappointment from all the words she uttered, but the most evident thing he could hear was how much she worries for him. How much she wanted to embrace him as she once did. How much she wanted to show him the love she hoards for him, even without saying it out loud.

It had been a few painful weeks leading up to their separation. He could hardly remember the last time he’s slept a wink. There’s always someone crying for help, someone screaming in agony, wailing in pain and despair that he just had to go out there and lend a hand. And even with all of his God gifted abilities, there’s only so much he could take before he succumbed to his demons. And unfortunately, this is one of the few battles he has to admit losing.

Even up till this moment, Matt still tries to convince himself that he didn’t regret ending things between them. It needed to be done. He had to make sure that the Daredevil and his business wouldn’t come between him and her. He needed to make sure that the enemies he made along the way would never find their ways to her. He needed to make sure that when the Daredevil himself had to make penance for his sins, he wouldn’t drag her along with him to hell.

And the only way he could save her is to cut the relationship clean.

But Matt is as much of a selfish man as the next person. He couldn’t keep away from her for too long. The thought of her moving on peels his skin when it should’ve given him the satisfaction and fulfilment. The way her shampoo no longer lingers on his pillowcase gives him nightmares. The distance that he thought would be her safety net soon turns into a limbo of anxiety and worry. The lack of knowledge about her wellbeing is doing everything but put his mind at ease and Matt wasn’t sure how long he could live with such torture.

“I didn’t lie when I told you I fell from the stairs,” He explains softly “I— I’ve been wanting to come and see you but I just— I don’t know how.”

Her heartbeat slows, completely focused on his words now.

“I thought about purposely messing up my laundry and calling you for help. I thought about using that wrong detergent for our— my blankets, but I know you’d never forgive me.” He confesses, a pathetic chuckle escaped his lips “I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin those blankets, to be real. They’re precious to me. We use them for our movie nights.”

“So you figured you just fell down the stairs?”

He shrugs, a small embarrassed smile curved on his face, “I had to make sure you won’t kick me out and slam the door on my face.”

“You’re an idiot, Matthew.”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” She seethes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and running a hand through her hair in frustration “You— You can’t just end things between us and suddenly barges into my apartment, begging me to clean your self-inflicted wounds. That’s not how things work, Matt. That’s— That’s cruel.”

And that’s when he feels it. The foul taste of salt from her tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. The night just keeps getting worse and worse, so it seems. It was never in his intention to make her cry though he’s got to admit that he’s done that one too many times. He only wanted to see her, to feel her touch one more time, not to cause an even greater pain to their gashing wound.

“What do you want from me, Matt?” She painfully asks, her voice cracks from the heartache “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Is that what you want? For me to leave you alone?”

A bitter laughter escapes her lips, “I want you to love me, but that’s clearly not on the table, so I suppose being left by you would be the best option.”

Carefully, Matt stands from his seat and walks toward her. He reaches for her face, feeling the wetness of her cheeks under his calloused fingers. It pains him to see her this way. To know that he’s caused her more pain than happiness. All because he thought he knew better when clearly he didn't.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you,” He confesses “It’s because I love you that I ended things between us.”

Matt could feel the skin on her forehead scrunching, clearly from the confusion of his words.

“It was becoming unsafe for you to be with me. I made too many enemies, too many people that wanted to avenge their anger to me and it was only a matter of time before they knew about the one thing that would hurt me most and I can’t— I can’t risk that.”

“So I’m, what? A weakness?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you are my weakness,” Matt says with a nod “And I couldn’t care less about having a weakness, believe me I don’t care about my soft spots, but you..” He pauses, cupping her face gently as his eyes become glossy “You.. You, I cannot ignore. Just the thought of someone, laying a hand on you, hurting just a strand of your hair.. It drives me nuts. I care more about you than anything. So if staying away from you is the only option I have, if it’s the only way I can minimise the risk of harming you..”

A tear finally rolled down his cheek. It feels liberating to finally confess all of his reasoning, to finally let her know the cause of his discourteous actions, but there’s still no solution to their problem. There’s still a huge question mark for them to tackle and he wasn’t sure if he’s ready to reach that point yet. He wanted to still feel her touch, to hear her calling his name even if they’re filled with her venomous tone.

“Matt—”

“Tell me,” He cuts in, trying to recollect himself from the turmoil “Do you want me to leave? Would it be best for me to leave you be?”

“No, no I never want you to leave.” She answers as she pulls him for a hug, burying her face to his chest and wetting his shirt with her tears “Don’t leave me, please.”

Matt welcomes the embrace in no time. He pulls her close, making her stand on her tippy toes as he lifts her. He misses this. The warm scent of her perfume, the pressure of her on his body, the feeling of her heart beating against his chest. This feels like home. She feels like home.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers to her ear “I’m sorry for everything.”

“I don’t need your apologies, Matt. I just need you to promise you’ll stay this time.”

He nods eagerly, pulling her impossibly close to make sure that she hears him, “I promise.”

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devilfic · 2 months

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Idk if you have seen daredevil but in the case you have can I request a head cannon of you making a playlist for him and him talking about songs that remind you of him?

Like I was listening to The Marias and I felt that their songs give this feeling of how it would be to date him.

❝making a playlist for matt murdock❞

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader. cw: established relationship, brief mention of sex. words: 1k.

a/n: I actually have seen daredevil and I love him a lot, this will be fun. shoutout to this post that confirmed the "matt murdock loves jazz" vibe he gives off

I wanna start off by saying that as soon as I saw "daredevil" and "songs" in the same sentence, I got a VIVID image of matt in a jazz bar

I can't recall off the top of my head if matt mentions any specific artists or genres he listens to in the show, but I personally think matt likes jazz, funk, maybe some soul/neo-soul, or anything you'd hear in a nice understated bar downtown

the thing is I think that matt really likes instrumental-heavy music because he appreciates being able to pick apart the melodies

I also imagine he's a stickler for his favorite genres and won't really relent unless you introduce something new to him by force

so, a playlist

you push an mp3 player into his hand as you walk past him and he thumbs over the buttons, twists a finger through the cords of the earbuds, and smiles, "what's this?"

he hears you land on the couch and makes his way over to sit beside you as you take one of the earbuds to put in your ear, stretching your legs over his lap, "I made a playlist for you!"

"yeah?"

"yeah. I know you like your vinyls but this is smaller, more compact. easy to put in your pocket and hopefully not break when you're running around the city at night. I'm serious. don't break that."

"I'm honored," matt tilts his head in your direction, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, listening for the parting of your lips as they break into a smile, "nothing too shocking, I hope?"

"I tried to stick to things I thought you'd like, and I did include some of the songs you've recommended to me over the years since you can't lug your vinyls everywhere. it won't sound as nice but... it's something. it's pretty romantic, right?"

it is romantic

matt imagines you hunched over his computer, tediously searching up mp3s of his favorite songs and putting together a playlist for him, trying your best to ease him into unfamiliar territory

he can also hear the nervous thumping of your heart as you wait for his reply, so he splays a hand over your ankle and squeezes, "yeah, you're pretty damn romantic. any particular order I should play it in?

"just hit play, handsome."

when the first song starts playing, he's transported back to hearing it for the first time in the bar where he met you, sharing drinks at a table as you humored him on your theories of who the devil of hell's kitchen really was

you were a few drinks past tipsy and had come to chat him up at the behest of your friends who—and you learned this several days later—he'd heard call him sexy at least four times

but it was you whose voice had caught his attention, who had sworn that a "man like him" had to be waiting for a date, that there was no way he'd be here all alone

and had promptly eaten your words when he chimed in to let you know that he did not, in fact, have a date

he was fuzzy on the details as to how you'd gotten on the topic of his alter ego, but it tickled him nonetheless how you presented your theories more confidently than you flirted

he countered each one but in good faith, playing devil's advocate if only so that he could hear how your mind whirred with ideas

after a few pretty well-articulated counterarguments, you'd snorted and asked, "what are you, a lawyer?"

and when you learned that he was a lawyer? the matt murdock of nelson, murdock, & page? oh, he was sure you lit up like a christmas tree

even after walking you to your place, matt was humming the tune of the song he'd discovered you to, a feeling in his bones that more than just it would be sticking around

matt takes you to a jazz bar for your first date, feeding you details about the musicians over drinks as you ask him about his favorites

he likes a lot of the classics: things his dad enjoyed, stuff he's heard at the jazz bars he's roped foggy into visiting with him during law school

he tells you he likes some of the new stuff but nothing beats the classics, all of which he has vinyls of at home

and you ask him about the newer artists he likes and he tells you he'll put some on for you at his place if the night is still young

that night, he brings you back to his and plays this while you make love

most of the songs matt thinks of when he thinks of you are wordless, often more abstract representations of how you make him feel

the few songs with words are quite literal. whatever the lyrics say is how he feels about you

you've learned—if you're not already a fan of the same genres—to appreciate his taste

and you've also learned to love the way he lights up as you describe what the music sounds like to him, the way he slips in a word here and there when you come up short and it always just fits

it's kind of like his love language

you've got some of these songs on the playlist too

you see him get a little stiff when a song comes on that he doesn't know, and so you watch all the minute expressions in his face as it plays, wondering anxiously if he likes it or not

you know he does when he replays it

he'll tap out the rhythm on your ankle like he's picking apart every detail of the song piece by piece, placing them layer over layer in his mind until it becomes whole and he turns to tell you he really likes it

while he usually likes to keep his ears open for anything in the city while he's out and about, he'll pop in an earbud and start your playlist and think about you

now, if only you'd add a recording of you singing to yourself every morning, it'd be complete. that's gotta be his favorite

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nymphie-mama · 1 year

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partners

pairing matt murdock x lawyer!reader

summary in which matthew wants his legal partner to be more.

warnings best friends/coworkers to lovers. smut. possessiveness. oral (fem). piv sex (wrap before you tap, folks!). missionary. not proof read. pet names (angel, sweetheart, etc)

“Hey, Matt!” you said, walking into his apartment, knowing he could hear and smell you. “How are you?”

“Doin’ better now that you’re here. You’re happy today,” he says, putting on a shirt and walking into the living room.

“Yes sir,” you say, smiling and grabbing drinks from his fridge. “A really nice guy just asked me on a date. His name is-”

Matt’s face stiffened.

“Don’t go on that date.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

You were confused, yet hopeful. You'd always found Matt attractive, you wanted him to say the least. You knew that he picked up on it. But you never quite grabbed hints that he was feeling the same.

“Matthew,” you said sternly, “What's the problem? Is someone jealous?”

He smiled slightly, knowing you were playing with him, but quickly straightened out again.

“I’d fuck you against the windows of our firm before I let you go on that date.”

Woah.

Your heart rate picked up, and heat pooled between your thighs. He knew it, and he smiled.

“Can I kiss you, y/n?”

Instead of answering, you kissed him yourself. Everything you’d wanted all these years was coming together.

Soon enough that one kiss turned into much, much more. Your tongues explored each others mouths like you were starved. Matt’s fresh shirt was wrinkled and thrown elsewhere, along with your shoes and top somewhere.

Matt brought you to his room that you knew oh so well and onto the bed you'd slept in after so many late work nights.

He lifted your skirt, tilting his head up to you and opening his mouth to ask. But before he could, you spat, “Please, Matty. Please.”

Before you formed another coherent thought, his tongue was between your folds, groaning at your heat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he wrapped his lips around your mound and bringing his arms around your thighs.

As your legs tightened and twitched, he brought them closer to him, like he was diving for every last drop. He knew, with everything he had, that both of you were soaking in the growing scent of sex and hot air around you.

“Matty,” you mewled, and he knew you were close. he knew what you wanted. and he was going to bring you there.

And oh, did he.

He brought his middle and ring finger to your entrance, keeping his tongues attention on your nerves. Both sensations were almost too much for you, but it just felt so good.

And before you knew it, the band in your belly was coming close to snapping, and Matt’s arm was right around your thighs.

“So sweet,” he said, coming up for air and unbuckling his pants. “I’ve waited so long to hear those sounds you make, sweetheart.”

You got shy, closing your legs and bringing them up to your chest. He knew how to give you butterflies. He was quick to bring your legs back down and open, running his hands up and all over them.

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he added, pulling his boxers off. He was bigger than you had expected. You’d seen him in boxers before, but never like this. If anything would make you shy, it was that.

It was agonizingly slow for him to put on a condom and bottom out within you. Soon enough you were wrapping your legs around him and making him fill you up. You winced lightly, but he groaned at the sensation of you around him.

Once you adjusted, he pulled himself almost all of the way out of you before slamming back in. He could have your heartbeat picking up and he starts moving with a similar rhythm.

Matt listened and paid attention to every way your body moved, snickered at the way your hands squeezed his arms above you, and groaned more and more with every plunge.

“You feel so good around me, sweetheart. I bet you can't even remember that guy’s name anymore, can you?”

You ignored him, eyes tightly shut and mouth open. You were close and he could tell.

“Matt I-”

“I know, angel. Just a little more, okay?” he said, bringing rough fingers to your clit again and rubbing tight circles. He had you clenching around him and your hands searching around his body.

“You're doing so good. And you're so fucking perfect.”

With that, you were cumming around him and screaming like a prayer. He followed soon after, soaking in the sounds and scent of sex surrounding you.

After cooling down, Matt pulled out and rolled over beside you, letting you fall under his arm.

“So no date then?” you asked, still drinking in the sensations.

“Only if it's with me.”

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 months

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I love the trope of the badass character who can face impossible odds time and time again and still walk away. The ones who can take on an entire room of guards or a league of assassins by themselves through their fighting skills, marksmanship, or intellect.

However, nothing bores me more than when this character does this and walks away without a scratch. It just shows there are no real stakes and the character is never in any real danger so what's the point?

Instead, give me a hero outnumbered 30 to 1 and who still wins, but they are shot up, bloody, bruised, and broken. Let them barely make it back to their safe house before collapsing in pain and exhaustion. Let them have to be patched up or out of commission for a while so they can heal. THEN I will believe there are actual stakes to future conflicts and there is a chance that character might not make it out the next time. Doing this will leave me on the edge of my seat the next time they find themselves in a similar situation instead of just sighing as they once again avoid hundreds of bullets without a scratch.

Without showing that they are human who aren't perfect and can actually be hurt, you lose so much empathy and emotional attachment to the character.

So, let them bleed. Let them be in pain. Let them struggle. Then let them get back up and continue on despite all of that.

That's the badass I want to see.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door.

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office.

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!”

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off.

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office.

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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falling behind part three

pairing: college miguel o'hara x spanish speaking fem reader (translation provided)

contents: new character included :p, smut, fingering, protected p in v, attempted robbery

author's note: ok ok, here's the actual part. sorry about yesterday’s rick roll 😭 (hope y’all are fed for now 🤫)

word count: 4.6K+

falling behind falling behind part two

If Miguel would've imagined that accepting the job that he'd been wanting for months would've ended up with you in tears in front of his bedroom door, he wouldn't have bothered to make the effort at all. He saw your lip quivering as you tried to maintain your composure, beckoning him to come outside in the belief that Dana was inside his room. He shut the door and slumped against it, looking over at the audio playing as he internally cringed inside. He shut off the recording, Dana's annoying moans coming to a halt as the lullaby of your favorite song faded out.

He watched as you awkwardly paced around the living room, the scent of fresh takeout overwhelming his senses. "Where's Dana?" You inquired before asking anything else and he rubbed the back of his neck. He stayed quiet, his tall frame looming over you as he thought of a way to respond to your question. "Miguel. I'm asking you nicely here. Where's Dana?"

"She's not here. I didn't cheat you on you. I used a stupid recording of when we slept together to give you the impression that we were," he finally responded, leaving you completely flabbergasted. "And why in God's green earth would you want to give me the impression that you're cheating?" You responded, your voice completely laced with venom and rage as you spoke.

“She blackmailed me. Said she needed a boyfriend in order to complete some clause for her inheritance and if i didn't play the role of being her boyfriend then she'd leak a old sex tape to Alchemax," he spoke, his eyes darting around the room before eventually landing on yours. "You could've just told me that. You could've communicated with me, Miguel," you sounded so dejected as you spoke and he mentally kicked himself as he looked at you.

"So instead of talking to me, you decided to pretend to cheat on me so i'd break up with you and you'd take the easy way out?" You asked after a couple seconds, your eyes finding his immediately. "You might've not cheated on me, but you completely betrayed my trust and that's something I can't forgive you for. I'll help you get rid of the sex tape and when this semester ends, i'm moving out."

Miguel sat down at the living room table as he took a bite out of the food you'd brought home, his throat constricting as he swallowed it down. While he was aware that his history with women wasn't exactly the best, he'd genuinely liked spending time with you. The worst part about it seemed to be that despite the fact of his betrayal towards you, you seemed willing to help him out. The food that normally would have him salivating at just the scent now had him nauseated, the food coming down like rocks.

He eventually finished up his plate, leaving yours in the microwave before he walked over to his room. He heard soft sniffles coming out of your room and his heart dropped down to his feet, evidence of his betrayal in the tears rolling down your face. He didn't say anything though, not feeling like it was his place to check up on you anymore. He was faced with his actions as he looked down at his bed, being with nothing but emptiness.

You avoided Miguel like the plague around the apartment throughout the next couple days, only coming out of your room when you were certain that he wasn't in the house and staying late out so you wouldn't be confronted with having to see him. You saw the pride in Dana's face when she saw that miguel no longer walked you to class or waited for you after, her claws sinking into him immediately as she started to parade her ‘relationship’ around.

"It's like we're soulmates, y'know? He just had to date a couple tramps to find his way back to me," you overheard speaking to her friends, laughter erupting from the group as you walked past. You bit back your tongue as the brim of your waterline stung with the tears you were retaining, rushing out the corridor to head back to the apartment. You were seated at the living room table, procrastinating on your homework by texting your mom if you could go and live back home after winter break.

While the commute would take a bit over an hour, you couldn't stand to live with Miguel any longer. In a place that had once provided you with comfort of shared kisses and laughter now provided you with the memory of him betraying your trust. You looked up from your phone when Miguel came in through the door, his hair looking disheveled and his lab coat wrinkly. "So I know you said you were planning to help me out with the whole Dana situation and I understand if you changed your mind about it all. But I'm taking her out tonight to some stupid gala that her family's having, so you'll have all the access to her room."

You hated Miguel for putting you in this situation and most importantly, you hated yourself for apparently not being able to deny him anything. Miguel had left you with the spare key to her apartment before he went out, the small object feeling like a burden the longer you carried it. You stepped into her apartment, immediately being treated with the scent of fake gardenias and roses. Your nose scrunched up as you made your way up the stairs, pictures of her hanging up on the wall.

You walked into her bedroom and shimmied past the discarded clothes on the floor before bending down over her desk, turning her computer on. You groaned as you looked at the page impending the password input, cursing miguel out internally. You texted Miguel regarding what the password was, a loud laughter escaping from your lips as you read what the password was supposed to be.

After typing out 'danaandmiguel4ever' and cringing internally, you began looking through the unlabeled files to find something worth of value. You found what kept her in a position of power, having blackmail worthy material of everyone she approached. Her loud moans filled up the room after you clicked on a file, Miguel coming up on the screen. You loaded the file up on a flash drive just in case Miguel wanted access to it before deleting the file completely off Dana's hard drive. You looked around, expecting her to keep copies on some flash drives but to your luck, it seemed she hadn't thought it out that far yet.

The mission went by pretty smoothly and you left the flash drive on the table, unable to smell Dana's perfume on his clothes when he came back home. You retreated back to your room, looking up at the ceiling as you tried not to fall into the old cycle of crying until you fell asleep. The part that had hurt you the most about this whole situation was the fact that Miguel had gone to those extremes to lie about what he was involved in, showing you no ounce of the trust that you'd once displayed in him.

Winter break approached you rather quickly and you found yourself packing up the contents of your room instead of going out to enjoy the snow like your classmates were. Miguel stood at your doorway awkwardly as you finished putting the last of your clothes in boxes, his fingertips tapping against the hinges. "For the record, you were the best roommate I ever had," he mumbled, the words coming out so fast that you would missed them had his presence not haunted you the way it does. "You were the worst fucking boyfriend I ever had."

Your mom instantly greeted you with a hug when you came back home, helping you put the boxes away in your room. She didn't pry much on the issue, partly because she wanted to respect your privacy and partly because she was too concerned with the tamale dough on the stove. "¿Tu crees que 50 tamales es suficiente?" She turned to look at you and you instantly shook your head, stepping into the kitchen to get a Topo Chico. (you think 50 tamales is enough?)

"Seria suficiente si solo se comieran uno. Pero tu sabes que ellos se comen dos o tres," you pointed out, opening up the water as you took a sip. (it would be enough if they only ate one. but you know that they eat two or three) "¿Puedes llamar a tus tias, porfa? No puedo hacer todo esto sola," she asked after some careful deliberation and you pulled her phone out her purse to text your aunts. (can you call your aunts, please? i can’t do all this alone)

You found a message thread between Miguel and your mom, most of the conversations being him asking how she was. A message popped up about some lab results that were ready for her but you quickly pushed any negative thoughts away, assuring yourself that it was probably something routine. You felt your heart swell a little bit at how much he'd connected with your family but you quickly extinguished that flame.

Your aunts came over a few minutes later after you sent out the text, surprise evident when they saw you back home. They instantly bombarded you with questions about your relationship with Miguel and you found yourself stringing them along for a lie, not wanting to face that judgement once more. You could practically hear them reprimanding you for not being able to keep a boyfriend so you decided to just lie, saying that your tuition didn't cover the cost of your living this term.

They tried to string you along to make tamales with them, but eventually just put you to fill and fold when you failed. Your fingers hurting from folding the masa for most of the afternoon, but the tamales had come out triple the amount that your mom had set up originally. You felt the realization that they would expecting Miguel at the christmas eve dinner hit you, immediately hating yourself for even having to ask him.

"Hello?" Miguel spoke through the other line, exhaustion evident in his voice as he spoke. "Hey, I hope I’m not bothering you. My family's having a dinner and I was hoping that you could join me, I told them we were still together. You're free to say no if you want, obviously. But there's going to be tamales," you spoke, picking at pieces of dough stuck on your forehead as you balanced the phone between your shoulder and ear. "I'll be there. Not just for the tamales."

You woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh pan dulce and as you walked to the kitchen, you noticed your mom and Miguel eating in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. While you had debated on telling your mom that the two of you had broken up, to seek that motherly comfort, a part of you didn't want to after seeing how well Miguel connected with her. "Buenos dias, mija. Miguel trajo pan dulce y yo hize un chocolate si tienes hambre," your mom greeted you when you came into view, going back to talk with miguel after. (good morning, daughter. miguel brought sweet bread and i made some chocolate if you’re hungry)

You sat down on the couch, taking a bite out of the oreja as the taste of cinnamon filled up your senses. You could notice through the corner of your eye that as miguel was speaking with your mom, he couldn't help but keep his eyes off you. You bit down on your tongue lost in thought, the sting replacing the fluttery feeling on your chest. "Maldita sea," you grumbled, your mom's gaze finding you immediately. (damn it) "Oye, quieres que te lave la boca?" She inquired, her brows furrowed and you immediately shook your head, going back to sipping your hot chocolate. (hey, you want me to wash your mouth out?)

The dinner approached you slowly and you immediately dreaded having to be in a room with Miguel once more, your defenses weakening every time that you saw the side of him you fell in love with him. You decided to wear a cream sweater and jeans, something that wouldn't cause too much commotion between your family before heading downstairs. You saw that everybody was already out in the living room, Miguel included as he played loteria with your cousins. You couldn't help but notice that your mom seemed a bit distant from the family, your concern only rising when you heard her having a coughing fit. You tried to ask her about it but she dismissed it, saying that she was fine.

After the dinner ended, you found your way out to the balcony to watch the fireworks and get a bit of fresh air. You heard the door open but you didn't have to look back to know who was already there, his presence would always leave a mark on you whether you wanted to admit it or not. "I got you something. It's kinda stupid in retrospect but I hope you like it," he spoke up, coming up next to you as he handed you a box. Inside the box, there was a bracelet with small charms of the fake dates that the two of you had went on.

"Thanks," you mumbled, putting the bracelet on as you tried to push down the butterflies in your stomach. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas, my bad," you added, keeping your gaze on the fireworks so you wouldn't have to face him once more. "Por favor mirame. Quiero ver esos ojitos que me encantan tanto," he spoke softly and you turned to look at him, being enveloped in a kiss. The kiss felt needy as your mouths collided, pure longing being shown. (please look at me. i want to see those eyes that i love so much)

As the party started winding down, you and Miguel found your way back to your bedroom. You knew that this was purely out of need, reaffirming to yourself that you still loathed him as you pushed your pants down. The two of you settled on your bed, the smell of his cologne mixing with your perfume. His hand started rubbing you through your panties, the tips of fingers prodding at the entrance of your clit through the material. You hated the way that your body reacted to every touch from him, the way that he made you wet without much effort.

He hooked his fingers on your panties, sliding them as they pooled on the floor. you slipped your feet out of them, your legs spreading as one of his fingers went inside you. Your mouth parted as you felt the sheer size of his finger stretching you out, only being used to yours. Your walls clenched around him, almost sucking his finger in as he pushed it in and out of you. You relaxed the best you could despite the intrusion, your slick covering his finger as he worked it inside you.

Once he stretched your walls enough, he pushed another finger inside to fill you up. You pressed a hand against your mouth to hide the heavy breaths you were releasing. You tried to close your legs around his hand as he brushed up against a sensitive spot against you, but he pried your legs open. His thumb toyed with your clit, finding the stimulation that you wanted as his eyes locked with yours. Once he found his rhythm, you couldn't help the shaking in your legs as he pushed his fingers and out of you.

"Look me in the eyes while I make you cum and tell me that you still hate me, mama," he whispered as his fingers worked you over that edge. Your muffled moans and squelching filled up the room, your eyes shutting out of instinct. While you couldn't deny the immense euphoria that Miguel was providing you with, you also didn't want to acknowledge the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you'd never be able to hate him. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you as he worked you over that crescendo, your legs shaking as he brought you over that edge.

He took his fingers out of your cunt slowly, bringing them up to his mouth as he sucked off your slick. He left your room after cleaning up in the bathroom, not saying a word. You were left on your bed with your chest heaving and panties on the floor, reprimanding yourself for your actions. You glanced over at the stuffed animals on your bed, their beady eyes almost seeming to judge you for the events that had unfolded. You turned them around, laying down on your bed as you tried to forget about the whole thing.

Ignoring Miguel was pretty easy when the new semester rolled around since your schedules were virtually the opposite with his new job. You decided to try to find a new group of friends, replacing miguel as your tutor with someone else. "Hi, is this spot taken?" You asked the man reading braille at one of the tables. "No, I've just been kinda waiting for someone to come up to me and ask for tutoring. I’m Matt. Matt Murdock," he introduced himself, his voice velvety as he spoke. You introduced yourself to him, explaining what you needed help with.

His hand brushed against yours while the two of you were studying, and while he was an attractive man and he seemed to be attentive to you, no attraction ignited inside of you. "You're going into law, right? How's that going?" You pondered, looking over at him as his brows furrowed a bit. "Sorry, Foggy's in my statistics class and he can't stop talking about how you two are on the path to becoming great avocados," you added, a small chuckle coming out the man. "Abogados, actually. But yeah, I am. What are you going into?" (lawyers)

The two of you continued to have a conversation, finding him easy to talk to despite the initial awkwardness. You exited the library after everyone had left, finishing up some touches on your essay when you bumped into someone on your way out.

"Oh shit, my bad," you mumbled, stepping back to look at Miguel standing there with a stern look on his face. "Are you replacing me? Is that what this is?" He asked, completely disregarding your apology as he stared down at you. "You don't have a right to ask me those questions anymore, Miguel. It's none of your business," you responded, staring at him with the same intensity.

"In the contrary, I think it is my business," he responded, his eyes narrowing just the slightest bit as he saw your nose flare up. "You lost those rights the moment you made me believe you were with Dana," you countered, walking away from him to start your commute back home. You instantly regretted having stayed at the library so late as you waited in the bus station, the light on the sidewalk barely flickering as it tried to stay lit.

You were scrolling through your phone, looking at the bus station when you felt the cold press of a metal against your forehead. "Give me your backpack and we won't have a problem," the man told you, his finger on the trigger as the gun dug deeper. Though you didn't have many valuables in your backpack apart from your laptop, you refused to give in to him despite your trembling figure.

The gun clicked as he pulled the trigger, much to your luck before he was taken off the ground. You looked over to the man in the spandex red and blue suit, the superhero that was starting to get picked up on the news as Spider-Man. While you never had anything against the hero, his appearance surprised you since he was mostly dealing with city-level threats when you saw him.

“Thank you," you told the masked man, approaching him once he finished tying the man in some webs. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to be out in the street this late?!" His voice boomed from behind the mask, your brows scrunching up as you recognized it. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," you muttered, picking up your backpack from the bench. "Look, I get it. You hate me, whatever, but come back and stay at the apartment just for tonight. This bus doesn't pass by this late anyway."

Once more, you found yourself in the old apartment. you felt that sense of nostalgia as you stepped in through the door, the memories of what you'd been through with Miguel flooding your senses. "What about your new roommate?" You asked, staying close to the door the way someone estranged would. "I never needed a roommate, and even if I did, I don't think I have it in me to replace you," he responded, taking off his mask as he tossed it to the side.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline coursing through your veins or if it was just the fact that you missed him, but you kissed him. His hands found their way to the small of your back as he held you up, his head dipping down to meet yours. "Coño, como te extraño," he mumbled once the two of you separated, his mouth slightly parted as his chest heaved. (fuck, how i miss you) "Entonces enseñame." (then show me)

The two of you found his way to his bedroom after that, the stupid posters that you'd made fun of him for still hanging on the walls. His lips attacked your neck, kissing every inch of skin that was made available to him. His teeth grazed on the skin softly and you felt something prick the side of your neck, looking over to see that Miguel had fangs now. "So you're like a spider-boy?" You asked, deciding to tease him a little bit.

"For you, I’ll be whatever you need me to be," he mumbled, not bothering to raise his head as he continued to kiss his way down your neck. He took off your shirt with caution, slowly, almost like he wanted to give you the chance to back out if you so had the desire. He took off the spidersuit, his cock completely exposed as he helped you get rid of the last garments you had on. "You're telling me you go fight crime booty butt naked?"

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the question as he reached over to grab something from his bedside table. You couldn't help but notice that he still had some old polaroids of the two of you together in the mixture of all the chaos he had in there, before your attention was brought back to the subject in hand. You felt a cold liquid hitting your pussy, looking down to see that Miguel was putting some lube on the condom he'd grabbed before slipping it on.

He pushed his cock slowly inside of you, stretching you out beyond belief with just the girth. You felt so full, so certain that he'd put it in all the way. "Is it in?" You inquired, being met with a small laugh in response. "You're really boosting my ego here. No, that's just the tip," he responds, sliding in a bit further once your walls opened up to him. His hand met yours in a intimate gesture as he eased his way in, squeezing your hand reassuringly to get your mind off the sting in between your legs.

"You're doing so well for your first time, mi corazón," he whispered, bringing his head down to your neck as he left another mark on your skin. He retracted his cock, pushing it in one swift motion that had you gripping the sheets already. "Tan mojada y apenas comenzamos," he spoke, more so to himself, as he started off a easy rhythm to get you adjusted to it. (so wet and we just started) You could tell that he was holding back and while you appreciated it for the time being, you felt yourself growing needy fast.

"Please," you spoke up, looking up at him as his cock retracted once more, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Please what, mama? You'll have to use your words," he responded, his eyes twinkling with mischief under the moonlight. "Please stop holding back," you responded, his hips snapping into yours before you could even finish your sentence. His hands found their way to your hips, raising them a bit as his cock slid deeper into you.

Your mouth was parted as moans escaped from your lips, none of them being his name which started to annoy Miguel quickly. He understood that you didn't want to acknowledge what this might mean for the both of you, but he didn't want you to deny that he was the one giving you the pleasure that you desired. His thrusts got more punishing, deeper and faster, as he made it his newfound goal to make you scream out his name while he made you cum.

"Oh my god, Miguel!" You moaned, feeling his cock hit you in places you hadn't even reached before. The ridges of his cock stimulated your pussy with every thrust, his cock sliding against your g-spot with every thrust that he took. "That's it, good girl. Let me know who's pleasing you this good," he babbled, raising your legs up to his shoulders to allow him to get a deeper angle. His hand came down to your clit, stimulating it as he felt your walls clenching around him tighter and tighter with every thrust that he took.

Your feet dug into Miguel’s shoulder blades as you came, your orgasm washing over you slowly but effectively. Your release coated the condom completely, a squelch coming out every time he slipped in and out of you. Miguel’s head went back as his body grew slack, ropes of his cum filling up the condom. The two of you took a moment to bask in the afterglow, of not having to face whatever repercussions awaited you before he slid out of you, taking off the condom and discarding it.

You quickly got dressed, wanting to escape the situation and every memory that this apartment provided you with. "Stay with me, please," he told you, putting on a pair of Star Wars pajama pants on. "I can't do that," you responded, brushing over your wrinkled clothes as you avoided all eye contact with him. "And why not?" He asked, stepping closer to you as he held your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Because I like you too much and it hurts, Miguel. I've tried hating you and I can't. I wish I didn’t feel anything towards you and just being around you lowers my defenses," you admitted, stepping back from him as you made your way out.

Your phone rang as you were walking down the street, distracting you from your thoughts. You looked at it to see that it had a 'scam likely' stamp on it, but a gut feeling told you that you should answer it. "Hi, we're calling from Nueva York’s Presbyterian Hospital," the woman on the phone told you, asking you questions about your relation with your mom. "She's just been admitted but visiting hours are over now. You're welcome to come over tomorrow," the woman told you before hanging up.

You stared at the black screen, completely in shock as it snowed around you. While she showed signs of being ill, you hadn't paid much attention to them after she assured you that she'd been fine. You weren't sure of where to go, the house felt too empty without her and your friends wouldn't understand. You turned around, knocking on Miguel’s door and embracing him a tight hug once he opened the door, tears rolling down your cheeks.

@ayamaiis @mvlanchqly @migueloharastruelove @arbesa-mind @death-moth-art @simeon-lovergirl @analiticalanonymous @thedevax @jadeloverxd

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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m.list - matt murdock

blurbs:

you interrupt matt's patrol

matt's tired after patrol

you like matt's chest hair

professor!matt

showering with matt

matt + "where did your clothes go?"

prince!matt

kidnapper!matt

matt + edging

matt + enemies to lovers

stalker!matt | 2

matt comforting you after a nightmare

you're insecure during sex

matt notices your harmful habits

matt cuddles you on your period

mafia!matt

matt learns to braid

patching matt up after patrol

priest!matt

roommate!matt

matt + rivals to lovers

matt makes a better second impression

your dog likes matt's seeing eye dog

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cyripticchronicler · 5 months

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Ink and Destiny - Part 2

The long-awaited date with James arrives, and you see him in a new light. But wouldn't it be crazy, to fall for your soulmate?

Masterlist

Part one Part Three Part Four

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, I think that's it if not lmk :)

A/N: Thank you for requesting a part two @lilianelena39I appreciate it sm!!

It seems as if Saturday was never going to come. Which was both a blessing and torture. You were excited to finally get to know your soulmate. But James Potter? The boy who’s been pining after Lily for years? Not to mention all the cruel pranks he’s played on people around school. So, obviously, you were a little hesitant to get to know him.

You’ve been talking all week, never in person but rather on your skin. You’ve pointedly ignored his flirty comments whilst he pointedly ignored all my snarky comments.

But alas, Saturday arrived. It took everything in you to get up and ready, already dreading the day ahead. But you still promised to go on that date, and you weren't going to let your crippling disgust of awkward first dates and small talk ruin your chances of getting to know your soulmate.

So here you were, dressed in your prettiest dress as you made your way towards the lake. The sun's heat grounds you and you push your nerves to the side, taking in the shimmering lake instead.

James told you to bring nothing, insisting that he’ll handle everything instead. You were flattered but now your hands are empty and you don’t know what to do with them.

He’s not even here yet. Relax.

You made sure you got here earlier so you could mentally prepare yourself. But the extra time did nothing for you when you spot James making his way towards you, grinning devilishly, picnic basket in one hand and a wrapped gift in the other.

You smile tightly as he stops in front of you and he gives you a knowing smirk, “Miss me?” He asks and you scoff.

“Need any help?” You ignore him, gesturing to the basket in his hand.

He shakes his head, “No thank you, Love. Let’s move up the lake a bit.” You nod, walking beside him. The silence is awkward- for you at least- so you quickly come up with something to say.

“How was your day?” You ask, eyes looking everywhere but him.

“Better now that you’re here,” He grins, sending you a playful wink. You roll your eyes, stopping underneath a big tree. James deems the spot good enough and he gently places the wrapped gift and basket down.

He pulls out a blanket and sets it down on the grass. He sits and you follow suit, making sure to keep a good distance between the two of you.

“If a bird shits on me I’m blaming you,” You blurt, immediately wincing. Who says that?

James just laughs, eyes playful, “I’ll try to keep the birds away from you then.” Your cheeks flush making his grin widen.

He starts pulling everything out of the basket and you take notice of the way he brought all of your favourite food.

Noticing your confused stare, his cheeks flush a deep red. “I may have asked Alice what food you liked.” He mutters sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You melt, “That's very thoughtful. Thank you, James.” He blushes more and you have to bite back a smile. “How’s Quidditch going?” You ask, deciding to change the subject before James burns from embarrassment.

He perks up immediately, “Really good, actually, we’ve started practising-” You try hard, really hard to focus on what he��s saying but the way he’s sitting, and the way he looks at you makes it hard to focus.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you. Just yesterday you were thinking about how much you don’t like him.

“-listening?” You jump as you realise he just asked you a question.

“Hm?” You flush, trying to act as if you werent checking him out. James sends you a knowing smile, “I asked if you wanted some butterbeer. You seem distracted, what’s on your mind?”

You flush, “Y-yes, please. I‘m not distracted.”

He hums like he knows you’re lying, “Cracker?” You nod. “Do you have any plans for Christmas ?”

“No,” You respond, “My parents are travelling so they won’t be home for Christmas. Do you?”

You munch on food as he responds, “Sirius is coming home with me for Christmas but I’ll make sure to send you letters so you don’t miss me too much,” He winks and you scoff, “I won’t miss you at all, James Potter.”

He leans in closer, “Just you wait.”

You don’t miss the way he looks at your lips, and you’re sure he doesn't miss the way you stare back at him.

Clearing your throat, you attempt to deflect, “So you’re finally over Lily?” James freezes, finally looking back at you.

“I was barely into her,” He responds cautiously like he doesn’t know where this conversation is going to go.

“Ask anyone in the school and they’d say that’s a lie,” You respond, chewing on a grape nervously.

“Well, it’s not. I promise you,” When you don’t respond he sighs, “I got you a gift.” You perk up slightly, tracking his movements as he pushes the gift towards you.

“I didn’t get you anything,” You say guiltily and he smirks in response, “That's the point.”

You roll your eyes, muttering a ‘thank you’ before ripping open the present. You gasp at the contents. “How did you know this was my favourite book?” You question, eagerly inspecting the frayed book. “And it’s signed?!” You screech.

James laughs gently, “I have my ways. So, do you like it?”

“Do I like it? James this is amazing thank you,” You don’t think to question your actions as you fling your arms around his neck, causing him to fall forward as you pull him closer. His laugh is like honey as he returns the hug, cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could read it to me sometime? On our second date.” He pulls away slightly, hands holding himself up beside your head.

“Our second date, Huh?” You grip his wrist gently, running your hand up his arm.

“Yeah. The date where I prove to you that I have no feelings for Lily and where you read to me.”

“You know just because we’re soulmates doesn't mean we have to be together,” You’re not sure why you say it but you do. James' eyes soften like he can see in between the lines. “I’m not doing this because you’re my soulmate, I’m doing this because I like you.”

You suck in a deep breath, “Oh.”

He smiles in return, “Yeah, Oh.”

You act on impulse, pushing yourself up slightly to plant a quick peck on his lips. His grin widens and your cheeks explode.

His eyebrows raise smugly, “So is that a yes to the second date?”

You nod shyly and he giggles- like actually giggles- and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. “It’s going to be the best second date you’ve ever been on,” He mutters against your skin

You find yourself growing excited at the thought of a second date with James, and you bite your lip to stop your smile from growing.

“I can’t wait,” You whisper.

“Me too,” He whispers back.

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farfromstrange · 2 months

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My neighbors’ cat just found his way into my apartment because I’m on the ground floor with a door to the backyard, and when I air out the place I open all the windows AND the door that leads to the backyard. Since the little guy is always either walking around the building or outside, he must have thought, “Omg an open door!” And decided to take a nap in my bed. I found him after my shower, and I was like, “Dude, you don’t live here?” But he didn’t care and fell back asleep. Anyway, I instantly started having a conversation with Matt in my head, and this is how it played out…

Matt: Why is there a feline in our apartment?

Me: He…got lost?

Matt: Did the neighbors leave their window open again?

Me: I think so.

Matt: Well, you should take him back.

Me: No! Why?

Matt: Because it’s not your cat, sweetheart.

Me: But he found me. He chose me. Please, can we keep him?

Matt: No, that would be larceny. They could sue you.

Me: For cat-napping? Who’s to say they’d even notice?

Matt: I think their kids would notice if their beloved cat was gone.

Me: They haven’t so far.

Matt: You’re not stealing a cat.

Me: Please?

Matt: No.

Me: Pretty please? I promise, I’ll keep your name out of my confession if we get caught.

Matt: That doesn’t sound like a very lucrative strategy.

Me:

Matt, with his hands on his hips: Are you giving me puppy dog eyes right now?

Me: I’m giving you sad hamster eyes.

Matt: Sad–what?

Me: Sad hamster eyes. You can’t see them, but they’re very sad.

Matt: I—You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m not bailing you out of jail for stealing a cat. Take him back. You can pet him the next time he decides to take a stroll around the building. I’ll even let you know when I hear his heartbeat. Promise.

Me: As romantic as that sounds, can we circle back to the fact that you wouldn’t bail out your own girlfriend?

Matt: Not for something she knows very well is illegal, no. If you choose to ignore legal advice, well…

Me: Excuse me?

Matt: I’m joking, sweetheart. But you have to put him back where he belongs. Please.

Me: But he’s so soft…And he likes me.

Matt: I can imagine, but we can’t keep our neighbor’s cat just because he’s soft. I’m sorry.

Me, giving in with a defeated sigh: Okay. Fine. Guess it’s time to go, little guy.

Me: opens the door and lets the cat back out.

Me: Happy now?

Matt, sighing: No.

Me: What?

Matt: Grab your coat.

Me: Huh?

Matt: Grab your coat, come on. We’re going to the shelter.

Me: The–the shelter? The animal shelter?

Matt: Yes. I’m dropping you off.

Me: EXCUSE ME?

Matt: Kidding! Just kidding. I’m sorry. We’re going to the shelter and we’re gonna get you a cat.

Me: Really?

Matt: Yeah. C’mon.

Me: WE’RE GETTING A CAT! YES!

As for the sad hamster eyes:

#lizzi talks #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #just some random dialogue i thought of #cats are so fucking adorable i wish i could have my own #but ig i gotta settle for what i have #daredevil #charlie cox #matt murdock scenario

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine Matt "saving" you from a guy at the bar.

[tw: pushy guy, mild verbal harassment(?)]

"I'll grab another round," you offer after drinking the last sip of your beer.

"Need a hand?" Foggy offers while aiming with the cue stick. He was always ready to help with anything and you didn't have to ponder how come his friendship with Matt lasted for so many years. Franklin Nelson was one of those people you can't not be friends with once you get to know them.

"I'm good," you answered and left for the bar.

Even though it was a Wednesday night, the venue was filled with people but only some of them looked like they had day jobs. Despite the bad reputation of Hell's Kitchen, nothing about the bar's patrons indicated they were holding a green card for the demimonde. The rougher those assumed criminals looked, the less they were interested in the white-collar guests. Maybe only in places with a monopoly on strong alcohol those two worlds can coexist.

You noticed some guy staring in your direction, leaning on the counter, but it was a bar, after all - it's hard to look anywhere without your gaze landing on someone. The bartender struggled to keep up with the orders, putting one bottle of beer in front of you after every other drink she made. Perhaps because the four of you were regulars, she figured that you can wait a little longer without leaving a bad review on Yelp.

"I'm gonna have to arrest you, miss," a stranger next to you said with seriousness in his voice.

What a bizarre way to make conversation, you thought. Turning around you were met with a quite average-looking man. He had longish blond hair, strong features and was wearing a leather jacket. There was a tear-shaped, red scar under his left eye. His eyes were drilling into your face as if he was trying to see through you. A shiver run down your spine but not one of the pleasant ones. Unocniously, you crossed arms on your chest, trying to put something between you and the man. He was standing sideway to the bar, on your left, blocking off your path toward the front door should you wish to leave.

"Excuse me?" you asked him. To some degree, you wished you had misheard.

"You're too beautiful," he answered with a self-assured grin. It seemed as if he wasn't comprehending the possibility of rejection. For a moment you wonder whether he was aware of just how off-putting his mannerism was.

You clenched your jaw and barely stopped an irritated sigh from leaving your mouth. Just don't escalate this, you thought to yourself.

"Thank you," you answered indifferently and turned away from him.

"You know, I never expected such an eye-candy to be spending her night in Hell's Kitchen's pub."

Looking at him again, you didn't answer right away. His statement, with a quite obvious offensive undertone, left you baffled. You thought to yourself that it was nearly impossible for someone to be that way on purpose. The man's haunting stare never left your gaze, sometimes failing at sneakily looking at your body. The stranger must have misinterpreted your silence as interest because he kept on talking:

"Would the lady mind if I bought her a drink?" he asked. "I'll tell you about the scar and you tell me why a beauty like you goes to run-down pubs."

"Thanks but no. I'm not interested." Although it's only a short moment, you notice him clench his jaw.

"Come on, I'm a nice guy. Scout's honour."

"Look, my friends are wai-..."

"Don't be a killjoy, sunshine," the man interrupted you. He tried to brush away your hair but you flinched away before his fingers could touch your face.

You were about to open your mouth to give him a last polite warning when you felt a hand sneak around your waist, shamelessly sliding down to your hip. The feeling of slightly coarse cheap cotton and musky cologne left you no doubts about your saviour.

"You've been gone for a while," Matt said without acknowledging the stranger. "You doing alright?" He softly kisses the corner of your mouth and you can't help but blush a little. It's hard to believe that so much time has passed and Matt was still capable of bringing that school girl crush out of you.

"Yeah, it's just a really busy night, see?" you answered and vaguely pointed to the mob of people along the counter.

"Yes, pretty busy," he said absentmindedly. "Sorry, did I interrupt you guys?"

"No, I was just about to come back to you."

The stranger didn't offer a handshake like most people do. You couldn't be sure whether he had realized that Matt was blind or simply wanted to be rude. For a moment, neither of them said anything. In your mind, you were already imagining a fistfight about to break out.

Assuming that the stranger had nothing else to say, Matt started pulling you away from the bar. The odd encounter, however, couldn't end without one more exchange of less than welcome comments:

"With a girl like her, you better get a double-barrel, man."

You felt his grip on your hip tighten, although you weren't sure if it was intentional. Matt wasted no time answering, his tone nothing short of challenging:

"I'm doing just fine bare-handed."

With one hand on your back and the other holding two bottles by their necks, Matt gently pushed you through the crew, listening to the angered heartbeat of the unknown blond man.

"What was the line of the day?"

Unmistakenly, you heard amusement in Matt's voice. Sometimes you thought that, maybe, he likes to be the envy of other men. Perhaps it filled him with some unknown to you sense of pride - that no matter how suave a stranger can be, it was still him taking you home.

"Apparently I have to be arrested because I'm too beautiful."

Matt chuckled at first but then slightly nodded his head in agreement.

"It's a lost case, the jury will surely find you guilty." You laughed at his words, admiring how natural it was for him to flirt with you.

Whenever Matt got all smooth and nonchalant, you quietly wondered whether he knew that he didn't have to do it; you had eyes only for him in the most embarrassing cliche way. It was, however, a lovely thought to entertain - that he wanted to still chase after your heart.

Because of the noise intrinsic to a bar's sole existence, Foggy and Karen couldn't hear your conversation until the two of you reached the pool table and so your friends were victims only to your very last, only half-joking, sentence:

"Would you like me handcuffed, mister attorney, sir?"

Karen coughed suddenly but Franklin seemed to be greatly unaffected at the less than unambiguous words. The blond man was focused on aiming the cue ball, although didn't take a shot before commenting on the question they had just heard.

"The day you two got together was the day I started to hate romance."

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shadowbriar · 4 months

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Matt Murdock - Your Wedding Dress

Pairing : Matt Murdock x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 1.7k Warning : Angst. Get your tissues, I mean it. Synopsis : It was one thing to attend her wedding as a guest but to meet her before the ceremony? Would Matt have such strength in himself to face her? Notes : I listened to Phoebe Bridgers - Scott Street outro 1 hour on ytmusic while writing this. I suggest you do the same to get that maximum punch to the gut. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Matt’s grip on his white cane tightened as the smell of florals and champagne hit his nose. The soft sound of wedding symphonies was heard, and he could hear the bustling murmurs of the guests crowding the venue. This would surely be one of those days where he wished he didn’t have his heightened senses.

If only Fisk hit him a little bit harder on the head the other day. If only he’s gotten an important trial to attend to today. If only he’s got any other reason to pass up this harrowing day. If only.

Karen’s gentle squeeze on his arm is the only anchor Matt now has to not completely lose it. Foggy and Marci were a few steps behind them and though none of the four exchanged a word since they got out of the taxi earlier, Matt could tell from the beating of their hearts that they were worried too. For him or for her, he wasn’t sure. It would’ve been a pleasant mini reunion for them all if the circumstances weren't as unfortunate.

He knew that the grey cloud surrounding his head was contaminating such a pleasant morning. His sour expression was in contrast to all the gleeful smiles and happy faces the other guests have. He knew that he should, at the very least, pretend that he’s happy for her. Matt tried. He painfully has tried to be happy. To finally accept his final defeat in life and let her go, but it’s just such an impossible task to do.

Some people are bound to leave greater marks than others in your heart.

“Excuse me,” Someone called from behind the quartet “Is any of you by chance, uh, Mr. Murdock, Ms. Page, Mr. Nelson, or Ms. Stahl?”

“That is us all, actually,” Foggy answers, knowing that his best friend has no power in him to utter a word.

“Oh perfect! The bride has asked to see you all before the ceremony.”

The three friends glanced at Matt, waiting for his response. It was one thing to attend her wedding as a guest but to meet her before the ceremony? Would Matt have such strength in himself to face her?

Before any of them could say a word, the person who seemed to be one of the wedding organisers ushered them to a room. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. It was the only thing Matt could sense with every step they took. Like a magic spell binding him to follow blindly wherever it may lead. Even if that final destination might be his death.

His heart was hammering inside his chest. Like a hummingbird trying its best to flee its cage. Yet when the door closes behind them, when they’re finally given the privacy to see her alone, when the noise of the havoc happening outside was muffled and all he could feel is the serenity of this bridal suite, Matt suddenly feels like he was afloat.

“You guys made it.”

Matt clenches his jaw. Her voice was as sweet as a melted butter, yet it did nothing but make all the muscles in his body tense. His body went uptight. She was everywhere now. Her scent, her voice, her heartbeat. All of her is filling and suffocating his senses.

The sound of her dress sweeping the floor as she comes closer to them makes his heart ache. He wonders just how beautiful she must look right now. He wonders if she’s wearing that one dress she once described as her dream wedding dress. The one with thousands of mini buttons and a long sleeve of beautiful lace that feels like feathers when you touch it. He wonders if her dress has that long train that he argued would be quite a problem when she needs to do her slow dance later.

The four of them shared their small talk with Matt still busying himself to be desensitised with the event unravelling before his eyes. It proved to be a challenging task to do with her presence around. Everything about her just pulls him whole like a blackhole he couldn’t escape.

“Guys, would you mind giving me and Matt a moment?” She says at last. Matt could feel her heartbeat quickening a little “I don’t really have much time left before the ceremony starts, so if we could just have a few minutes..”

“Of course, yeah! Sure,” Foggy says fast “We’ll be outside.”

Matt could hear the soft sound of the door closing behind him yet it serves as a loud gun to his ears. He’s finally alone with her now, for God knows why, for God knows how long. A part of him wanted to throw away his cane and run towards the closest window to flee himself, but a bigger part of him wanted to melt his feet to the ground and bask in this moment forever.

“You look handsome,” She compliments, slowly taking closer steps towards him. Matt’s breath hitches when he feels her hand around his neck, trying to fix his collar “You’re wearing the tie I gave you back in college.”

“It’s the only nice tie I have,” He says with a smile “I’m sure you look handsome too.”

“Yeah, right.” She scoffs, Matt could tell that she just rolled her eyes.

“What’s wrong? You don’t feel beautiful on your wedding day?”

“Oh, no, I do feel pretty, it's just..” She pauses, letting out a soft sigh “It’s just not what I imagined.”

Matt forces a smile, “Describe your dress for me.”

“Don’t you want to just touch it? I’m not the best at describing things, remember?”

“I'd rather hear you talk.” He says, he could almost feel the heartbreak mirrored in her heart beat “Please.”

“Well, uh, where do I start,” She says with an awkward laughter escaping her lips “It’s an off shoulder ball gown with some super tight corset. I’m supposed to wear a glove with it but I couldn’t be bothered. Oh, and the veil. The veil might be the cherry on top in this. I look like a ghost from the 1800s.”

Matt let out a genuine laughter, amused by the distraught she seems to be having, “So no mini buttons?””

She shakes her head, “No mini buttons.”

“No long sleeve with lace that feels like feathers?”

“No, no feather like lace.”

“And no long train?”

“No,” She says, this time with more shakiness in her tone “No long train.”

His tongue darts out of his lips, licking it as he tries to find a word to say, “That does sound like an awful dress.”

“It is,” She agrees in defeat “It’s the worst.”

Silence fell upon them. A familiar one that typically would be comfortable and soothing, yet for once it made them tick like a timebomb. Matt wishes that his abilities would extend into mind reading because God knows just how desperate he wanted to know what she’s thinking. He wanted to know the truth about her heart, what made it beat so loud whenever he laughed or smiled at her. He wanted to know what is making her eyes glossy right now.

“Rescue me, Matt,” She finally whispers “Get me out of here.”

Matt swallows the hard lump on his throat, “And where would we go?”

“Anywhere. We could go miles away from here or.. Or we could just go back to your apartment and drink some beer,” She begs, her sobs get louder as a tear escapes her eyes. She takes one of his hands that was clutching the white cane and places it on her cheek, trying her best to melt into his hold “Tell me that you don’t want me to go on with this. Tell me that this is a mistake, that us breaking up was a mistake. Tell me that you don’t want me to marry him and we’ll be free, Matt. We’ll be free.”

“You’ll never be free with me,” Matt argues, his own voice breaking “You’ll never be safe with me.”

And that’s when Matt feels it. His heart completely shatters as she breaks into tears. He could feel her trembling, feel the pain she’s going through with this marriage. He could feel the heartbreak and despair in her heart. He could feel the frustration and anger that she desperately wanted to vent yet had no outlet for. He could feel it all.

But this, as much as it destroys them both, this is what is best for her. She deserves to be with someone who could provide a stable life for her. Someone who doesn’t spend their nights haunting bad guys and going home on unGodly hours with blood and bruises littering their body. She deserves to be with someone who could protect her, not the one who would only draw danger towards her.

“I don’t love him, Matt. I never do,” She reasoned “I could never love anyone as much as I love you.”

Matt pulls her close for an embrace. He tries to eliminate all the space between them, pulling her impossibly close, yet it still doesn’t feel enough. It hurts him to know that for once their embrace couldn’t fix the problem at hand. He wanted her all for himself but even his greed isn’t as big as the love he holds for her. He couldn’t risk it. He just can’t.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers “I’m sorry you don’t get to have that dream wedding you wanted in this life.”

She remains quiet, her sobs are the only thing filling the room right now.

“Hey, look at me,” Matt says as he pulls away from the hug, cupping her face to make her see him “I’m sorry I caused us this mess, Baby. I never wanted to hurt you.”

She nods, forcing a smile, “I know.”

“I promise you, in every other universe, you’re wearing that wedding dress. You’re smiling and happy because I’ll be waiting at the altar, and I’ll cry. I’ll cry when I feel you walk down with orchids on your hand. And we’ll exchange our vows, and I’ll kiss you before the priest announces us man and wife because I just couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait.”

A laugh escapes her lips.

“And then we’ll make a fool of ourselves for our dance because what exactly can you expect from a blind man and a woman with an insanely long train of dress?”

“Oh, Matt,” She cries, pulling him for another hug “I love you so much.”

“I know, Baby,” He breathes “I love you even more.”

“Promise me this is the only universe where we don’t end up together.”

Matt pulls away. His thumb caresses her skin gently before pulling her for a kiss. The very last kiss they would share in this lifetime, “I promise.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock scenario #matt murdock scenarios #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock angst #matt murdock oneshot #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x oc

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riseandie · 2 years

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she sat on his lap, and whispered his ear

gently and slowly

while tears droping her cheekbones,

running down to his lips

"are you real?"

asked,

"no, but"

he licked the saltiness

"i'll always be real..."

and touched his lips

to her forehead

and his soul

lyed on her mind

"right here,"

she closed her eyes

lips touching his neck,

then he moved away.

and said

before

disappearing,

"just like every other thing."

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lemonsuponlemons · 2 years

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Matt Murdock would DEFINITELY be into roleplay:

The Strangers™️: pretending not to know each other and "hooking up”. Loves the thought that it would be so easy for him to talk his way into your panties. At the same time, he can get very submissive during that one. Go on, tie him to the bed, squeeze that neck and ride him slow.

The Grateful Citizen™️: He’s searched the entirety of Hell’s Kitchen just to "accidentally” run into you; risqué hide and seek. Being a citizen thankful for his service, you waste no time in pleasuring the city’s hero. While he’s telling you what to do, you can’t voice your gratefulnes enough. Dumbification. Interchangable with…

The Red Handed™️: When Daredevil finally finds that criminal running from him, he isn’t playing nice. Tears, bite marks, filthy words with a dose of humiliation and overstimulation. Can get borderline too rough.

The Caliente Clientele™️: Attorney Matt Murdock provides special services for special clients. For you, it’s Mr.Murdock. Authority kink, ripped shirts and incorrect but oh-so-wonderful use of ties. Handjobs under the desk.

The Red Cross™️: Daredevil runs into a shy, maybe a little prudish, nurse. A lot of filthy encouragement, corruption kink, pet names, sensuality and possessiveness. Maybe breeding kink (don’t get me started about Matt and breeding kink 🥰)

#marvel smut #smut #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #daredevil smut #matt murdock smut #daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x you #daredevil scenario #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock imagine

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cyanide-sippy-cup · 5 months

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The Amazing Spidey-Lover Mashup Spectacular!

Today will finally answer the question: Who is the love of Spidey's life? I will edit the post and make a separate one announcing the winner, so make sure to check back at the end!

And congratulations to our winner! By a landslide, it turns out Spidey's one true love is...

Wade Wilson!!

Nobody really gave him a run for his money outside of MJ, he absolutely demolished the rest of the competition.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months

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breakfast in bed

a/n: idk what to tell you, this is just a cute (horny) and domestic morning with matt.

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, morning sex, kissing, oral, fingering, protected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, idk matt being late to court

word count: 2345

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Bright morning light streamed in through the large windows and caused your eyes to immediately squint as they began to blink open.

“Morning,” you heard your boyfriend hum, his chest vibrating underneath your cheek.

A lazy smile seeping over your features, you turned your head to squish your face further into his warm skin, “good morning,” wanting so desperately to stay here forever.

The remanence of last night’s activities still lingered between your legs as you pressed your body further into his, surely painting his thigh with the sticky memory as your left leg curled up over his. Grinding unconsciously against him in a fit of morning bliss, you turned out to be more sensitive than you had thought following the fun that had put you to sleep the previous night, your sore centre barely needing any reminding before it was trembling in want. Without even realising it, your lips began a lazy trail up Matt’s torso, the feathery touch of your adoring kisses made his hands roam down over your duvet-covered body.

“Come here,” his palm found your cheek and ushered you the rest of the way up, drawing your lips to his in a tender kiss. Feeling his fingers dip down under the covers, they curved around the plump of your ass with a needy knead on the way.

You whimpered against his tongue as his fingertips swept through your soppy petals, your head falling back a bit as your heavy lids blinked up at him. With upturned brows, you parted your legs more, granting him better access.

His strong arm, reaching down, flexing against your body and determinedly craning to reach the spots he so wished to touch, invoked a sloppy-sounding symphony that caused a soft chuckle to rumble within him in contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked shakily as a long finger methodically popped all the way in and out of your quivering hole.

His other hand buried in your hair, Matt stole another kiss before growling, “fucking starving,” clearly not talking about his desire for food.

Slowly raising yourself up on your hands and knees above his resting form, his touch never faulting, you suggested, “I could make us breakfast if you want,” your hips rocking into his touch as your body screamed for more.

A warm smile blooming at your sweet offer, “with what food in my fridge?” he pointed out the sparseness of his kitchen.

“Well, you never know,” you braced yourself against his chest as you tried to crawl over him to get up, “maybe I could whip something delicious up out of the stale takeout you undoubtedly have in there.”

“Maybe,” he drew out and craned his neck to nibble at your side, “or maybe you could just let me have a bit of breakfast in bed,” his grasp seized your form before it could disappear and flipped you further around.

“Matthew!” you shrieked, hovering a second above his face before his burly arms curled up and over your hips and drew your dripping mess down for him to have a taste, close enough for him to practically suffocate on your goodness, “you-, fuck…” your eyes quickly rolled to the back of your skull as his tongue turned your whole body into jelly atop of him.

Fingers clenching the covers that now only haphazardly covered him, like a stretching cat you reached down and palmed the excitement tenting the fluffy duvet, earning a broad smack to your bottom that made your back arch.

With the trembling of your thighs, you grew impatient and hastily reached to the bedside table, yanking the slim drawer open. Frantically, you snatched up a little foil packet and brought it to your other hand to try and rip it open.

The smooth wrapper slipping between your fingers, you grumbled, “god dammit, fuck!” and desperately brought it up between your teeth as Matt’s laughter vibrated against your clit. Finally getting it open and nearly dropping the condom in the frantic process, you pushed back the rest of the covers and let your upper body slump further down to press against his.

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, your fingers curled around your partner’s girth, your lips still too far to kiss the dewdrop at the tip away, you stuck out your tongue and just barely managed to swipe it against the raging vein snaking up from the fussy base. Quickly rolling the latex on, you slid a palm down your side till it curved over the hands still groping your behind. Lacing your fingers in his, he reluctantly let your puffy pearl go with a pop and helped rotate your form back around.

Clutching his hand tight in yours, you sank down on his length. In unison, both of you let out a needy gasp as you made your slow way down to the base, eventually bottoming out and resting there a moment, legs trembling on either side of his hips as you both reeled in the sensation.

Desperately, your hips began to roll against his, “fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as one of his hands slid up your form and found the slope of your tit, catching the weight in his palm.

“Matt,” you moaned, your wild bedhead surrounding you like a curtain as you swore you felt a trickle of drool drip down from the corner of your parted lips, too blissed out to truly notice. Your hand flexing in his, you lifted it up to your lips and sloppily planted a kiss on the fingers encompassing yours, one of them extending a moment to stroke your cheek.

“That’s it, baby,” his left hand abandoned the jiggle of your boob and drifted down to clutch your hip, “ride it out, just like that,” he didn’t aid your movements as much as just settled into a front row seat, “nice and slow,” fingers hungrily indenting in your soft flesh.

As you sluggishly continued to bounce in his lap, a pout couldn’t help but appear on your lips as your still drowsy body just couldn’t keep up with your ambitious desires, leaving you a whining mess on top of him as your sleepy efforts just wasn’t enough.

“Matt.”

“What, sweetheart?” he chuckled at your light-hearted cry for help.

“I can’t, I’m too-…” you blubbered through your soft moans, “can you please help me?”

“Aw, you want my help?” he purred in a mocking tone, only moving to settle further down against the pillows.

“Please,” you frustratingly begged, trembling on top of him like a leaf, “I feel so useless still being half asleep.”

“Oh, I think you’re adorable like this,” his fingers ghosted over your skin, causing you to shiver.

“Matt, please. I wanna cum so bad.”

Only enjoying your sloppy efforts a second longer, he then utilised his brawny skills and flipped you over, rolling on top of you as you sank down into the mattress. Haven slipped out of your drooling cunt in the process, the vigilante wasted no time burying himself once more, thrusting up into you with such efforts that you swore you saw the stars themselves even though the sun had long ago risen.

“That better?” he asked cockily, nudging his nose against yours as his strong forearms came to rest on either side of your head, his pelvis ending each motion with a tickle at your clit.

Shakily, your limbs wrapped around his form, “f-fuck,” as his hard thrusts just about put you to sleep again with how mind-numbingly perfect they felt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” he teased, bucking up into you in a way that made your body jolt, nearly pushing you far enough up for your head to collide with the wall.

“Y-y-you’re-,” the whole bedroom went fuzzy as you finally felt the end near, “holy shit!”

Attempting a chuckle through his laboured grunts, “take that as a yes,” he captured your lips again, swallowing your lewd moans and mixing them with his own.

Letting one of your hands, clutching his neck for support, snake down between your bodies, you inadvertently bit down upon Matt’s swollen bottom lip as your fingers began a fierce dance over your clit. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind as it only extracted a more guttural groan from his throat.

“Fuck, just like that, just like that,” you panted, sharing his breath as you felt yourself tumble over the edge, “don’t stop!”

Body quivering beneath his, you held onto dear life as he too rode out his high, turning your moans into screams as he only increased his pace, making you buck beneath him from the overstimulation.

Finally coming to a standstill deep within you, for a moment everything seemed perfect as you slowly crawled back from the depth with each synchronized breath.

“You know what?” you mumbled, your breath still heavy as Matt lazily planted a smattering of kisses along your jaw, “I retract my offer,” your fingers lightly traced the definitions along his spine, “I no longer have the energy to make you breakfast.”

A warm giggle bubbling out of him, “I think I’ll live,” Matt then consciously retracted from your warmth, still clenching around him and refusing to let go. With him still comfortably moulded on top of your form, you reached down and routinely tugged the spent condom off, tossing it in the nearby bin.

“I blame you, just so you know,” you joked, “if it hadn’t been for you and your-, you know, then you could have indulged in a feast worthy of a king on a weekday!”

“Then what do you call the tasty breakfast I did enjoy?” he played off your joke, making you burst out a laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re terrible,” you gushed, gazing up at him in adoration.

His expression suddenly morphing into something more sour, he muttered as realisation hit him, “weekday… wait, what time is it?”

“Um,” you located your phone in the tangled sheets, “it’s 8:14.”

“Oh shit!” he scurried out of bed and raced to the closet to yank out the very first suit his fingers grazed.

Slowly sitting up, you bit down on your smile as your eyes followed the chaotic swarm that was your boyfriend, whirling around the apartment, simultaneously scurrying to get his clothes on all the while darting from one end to the other, trying to locate every item necessary for him to be able to leave.

“Glasses, glasses…” he mumbled, head whipping around as his fingers hastily flung his tie around his neck.

Calling his attention with a soft whistle, you pointed out for him, “on the coffee table,” and promptly giggled as he raced to put them on.

“Thanks!”

“Have a great day,” you called out from the bedroom, duvet hugged tightly to your chest.

Shirt untucked, tie untied, and shoes only rashly tugged on, he sprinted out the door, only managing a rushed, “bye!” before you heard the door close behind him.

Not but two seconds after the front door slammed shut, you heard it jolt open once more.

“Did you forget something?” you asked as you watched Matt determinedly march back into the apartment. Not offering you any context, your brows only furrowed further, “Matt?”

His long strides carried him all the way back into the bedroom and without warning, bent down and scooped up your face in his palms, pressing a feverish kiss against your lips.

Sucking in a surprised breath, your fingers sprung up and tangled themselves in the loose tie hanging from his neck.

Painstakingly pulling back, Matt groaned, “you really shouldn’t be allowed to be in my bed in the morning.”

“Why?” you smiled, “is it really that bad?”

“No, it’s not,” his short nails scraped stripes along the base of your scalp, “that’s the problem,” and seized your lips once more. His tongue dancing against yours was only halted when a robotic repetition of his best friend’s name suddenly emanated from his phone.

Letting out a pained grown, he fished it out of his pocket and accepted the call, putting it on speaker before sighing, “yeah?”

“Dude, why are you not here yet?” Foggy snapped at the other end of the line, “I’m freaking out here! You’re supposed to do the opening statement!”

“I’m on my way,” he said, though didn’t move his feet even a millimetre closer towards the exit, “calm down.”

“No, you calm down!” Foggy protested as the man before you reluctantly raised one of your palms up to his lips, whispered you a hushed proclamation of love and then straightened back up, “wait,” his buddy’s tone suddenly softened, “did you just tell me that you love me? Because that won’t help your case, not today.”

“What? No!” he slowly made his way out of the bedroom.

“Really?” the man on the other end challenged, “because it sure sounded like it. Wait-, are you-, are you still at home?” prompting a soft groan to emanate from Matt, “oh my god, you are! You’re over there getting your rocks off with your girlfriend while I have to carry our entire legal firm on my own back!”

“Okay, alright,” Matt huffed on his way out of the apartment, “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“15? It takes at least half an hour to get here from your place!”

Figuring your presents no longer was a secret, you shouted sweetly after him, “good luck in court!”

“Yeah,” you just barely heard Foggy scoff, “if he makes it in time.”

“I always make it, shut up,” he shot back before turning his attention to you one last time, “I’ll be home around 5.”

“Okay,” your body could help but crane to watch him disappear, “and, hey Matt?”

“Yeah?” he stopped right before reaching the door.

“I love you too.”

Still on the line, Foggy’s groan rang throughout the apartment, “I swear to god, Murdock, if you crawl back into bed right now and leave me to deal with this case that you convinced me we should take on, then I will fucking leave you for a position at Landman and Zack!”

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