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peterman-spideyparker · 3 months

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Drunk on You (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Court, aka @chvoswxtch, is a talented genius amazing superstar talent whose fic "ours." has consumed my mind all week and has inspired me. I hope I've done you proud, and I hope you like it! :)

Summary: Yours and Matt's relationship is still relatively new, but it's different in every conceivable way, and it's amazing. His plans for a nice romantic night in, however, get thrown for a loop before you arrive, and all he can think of is you.

Warnings: Fluff, Foggy and Karen being Foggy and Karen, shameless smut (talk of birth control and side effects, f!receiving oral, fingering, m!receiving oral, protected p in v sex, failed attempt at bondage, dirty talk, praise), swearing, these guys are basically soulmates, okay, they're in love and have thought about a future together and there's a whole detailed world for them in my head

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page

Word Count: 3,586

Matt’s hands slide over his watch face for the time. “Do you guys think you can handle things here for the rest of the day?” he asks his friends.

“I think we can handle it,” Foggy hums, taking in the quiet office space around them. “You have a date with that girl, don’t you? Or is it a different one?”

“Nope, it should be the same girl,” Karen says. “It’s still within the time frame.”

Matt furrows his brows as he turns toward his friends. “Time frame?”

“Do we really need to go over this again, Mr. Serial Dater?” Foggy sighs. “How many girls did you see last year alone?”

“I don’t—.”

“Ten,” Karen supplements. “I mean, technically, it was nine because you dated the same girl twice, but they all fizzled out just as soon as they started. None of them lasted over two months.”

“And that’s not counting hookups we don’t know about. If my math is right, we’re almost at the two month mark in—.” Foggy turns to look at the calendar hanging on the wall to confirm. “—about a half of a week.”

“Thank you for the countdown, Father Time, but I don’t see that happening with her. She’s different.”

“Do we at least get her name? Since she’s so different than the others, that is,” Karen tries hopefully, and Matt can tell she’s eagerly biting her lip.

“(Y/N),” he concedes. “Her name is (Y/N). (Y/N/N).”

“Ooh, full name and a nickname. Are you treating (Y/N) to a fancy night out?” Foggy asks.

“Nope,” Matt grins, sliding on his jacket.

“Oh?” Karen hums. “Finally going to bring her to Josie’s?”

“So you guys can just happen to stroll in? No,” Matt continues to smile. “Not that it’s any of your business, but that’s where we met.”

“So, no fancy restaurant, no Josie’s . . .”

“I’m cooking for her at my place tonight. Happy now?”

Foggy and Karen ooh at him like a bunch of fifth graders.

“Well, here’s hoping she’s a heavy sleeper in case you hear a bank robbery across town and need to suit up.”

“Well, she knows.”

He can tell the way that they look at him, absolutely stunned. “Knows?” Karen repeats.

Matt puts his fingers up by his head to mimic his devil horns.

“EXCUSE ME?” Foggy shouts.

“It’s a long story, guys, and I have a dinner to prepare.”

“Let us know when the wedding is!” Foggy shouts as Matt leaves the office. “Knows . . . She knows! . . .”

Matt finishes plating the food before lighting the candles on the table, blowing out the match as he freezes in his tracks. His senses are good—he can always tell when you’re near, even though you haven’t been seeing one another long. But this time, even though you’re about a block away, it feels like you’re so much closer. Your scent is much stronger than usual. It’s not perfume, shampoo, or detergent clinging to your dress—it’s you. Matt can practically taste you on his tongue when he lets out a deep breath through his mouth, and it drives him wild. His thoughts are fuzzy, and all he can think of is how he wants his hands on you, dragging over every dip and curve of your body right until he’s between—.

Matt practically jumps out of his skin when you rap at his door. With one more deep breath and a quick adjustment to his pants, he makes his way to the door, swinging it open and greeting you with a warm smile. As soon as the door is even open a crack, you drown his senses. He feels almost drunk, and he just wants you.

“Hi,” he smiles, leaning in for a kiss. You meet him halfway, pressing your front flush against his, resting a gentle hand on his waist. He pulls you in even further, desperately trying to deepen the kiss. You smile and giggle into the embrace before you lean back and look up at him.

“Hello to you, too,” you smile. “It smells really good in here, and you look like quite the chef with your sleeves all rolled up and a towel over your shoulder.”

“You like the look, hm?” he teases, closing the door close and kissing your neck some more as he walks you into the loft.

“I do. I like it so much, I almost dropped the bottle of wine I brought, especially if you keep kissing that spot.”

He pulls back and kisses the top of your head. “Well, I’m glad you’ve both survived this far.” Matt, on the other hand, is barely holding on. Every second that you’ve been here—the whole 90 of them—he’s had to restrain himself from jumping on you the way he so desperately wants.

“How about we sit first?” Matt hums, giving your arm a squeeze.

“You’ve plated everything. I’d hate for the food to get cold. This looks lovely.” You lean over, kissing his cheek. As your lips leave his skin, he turns into you, kissing you deeply before dragging his embraces down your neck and up to the sweet spot behind your ear, humming in delight as he takes you in and kisses your skin. You let out a soft moan, your knees buckling slightly as you lean into him and hold onto his body.

“‘m pretty sure that this is supposed to happen after dinner,” you swallow, your fingers desperately holding onto his arms.

“Dinner can wait. You smell too good,” he murmurs into your skin, taking the wine from your hand and putting it on the island.

“I—!”

You suck in a breath in surprise when his hands travel low and squeeze at your hips.

“You smell good,” he repeats, his voice dipping low. “Better than dinner—better than it tastes.”

Your hands have a mind of their own, moving up his arms, letting your fingers rake through his hair.

“Matt . . .” you breathe. He can sense how your heart races as you hold him close.

“I can stop if you want to,” he hums, dragging his kisses down along your collarbone. “But I really don’t want to angel.”

You let out a sigh that goes straight to his cock. “I-I don’t have anything,” you tremble, and Matt notices a slight edge of something else in your voice. You sound a little nervous, but it’s not like the two of you haven’t had sex before. There’s been a few times where you’ve done just this—throw your date plans out the window to just spend the night exploring one another’s bodies over and over until you’re both so worn you turn into a tangled mess of limbs in bedsheets. And then it clicks for him. Your smell being extra strong, your elevated temperature, your racing heart, and now the slight nervous tremble in your voice. You’ve been together for two months, and he’s been with you around the time of your period, and even during your period, but as he wracks his brain to work on timelines, he’s positive there’s only one solution.

You’re ovulating.

And you know it.

Matt pulls back slowly, his hands still on your hips as you face him. He desperately works to find your eyes, even though he knows he’ll never be able to, not in the way he wants.

“And you’re . . . you’re not on . . .?” He doesn’t want to finish the sentence—it makes him feel slimy asking that, but he wants to hear you say it rather than conclude based on assumption, even if that assumption is rooted in everything your body is telling him.

“I-I’m not,” you confirm. “The side effects and stories I’ve heard from friends . . .” You shrug. “It didn’t seem worth it. As contraception or a way to help with periods.” He senses another shift in you, but this one is different. You’re embarrassed, ashamed even.

“Hey,” Matt says softly, kissing you tenderly. “It’s your body. You need to do what’s best for it.”

You nuzzle into his touch, and he lets out a little hum. “I just hate to have killed the mood. Especially since I smell so irresistible, apparently. And those kisses were pretty damn nice.”

Matt can hear how you smile while you speak when an idea comes to his mind.

“What’s that face?” you smirk, holding onto him adoringly.

“We can still keep the mood going. I mean, I have condoms, but, if you don’t want to use them, I have another idea. All you have to do is sit down and look pretty for me.”

You eagerly bite your lip, making Matt chuckle. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips before leading you to his bedroom.

“Sit down for me, angel,” he hums. “And spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

With a smile, you do as he asks as he softly kisses up your thighs, moving back and forth between each leg until he’s the apex, pressing a large open-mouthed kiss to your covered core. You take in a sharp breath as he slowly kisses and licks at you. For just how badly Matt wants you, he’s surprised and impressed with the restraint he’s showing. You whimper and moan as he begins to set his pace, one of your hands moving to his head and tugging on his hair, urging him to get closer. Between your arousal and his mouth, your panties are absolutely soaked within minutes.

“Hey,” you whine as he removes his mouth from you. “I was enjoying that.”

“I know,” he grins, sliding his hands up your legs until his thumbs hook around your panties and slide them down your legs before tossing them up behind you on the bed. “Those are mine, now.”

You chuckle, your laughs turning into a moan when he reattaches his lips to your dripping core. Your sounds are louder, more unrestrained now that his lips are on your dripping ones. The way you squirm against Matt’s face only eggs him on, the rotations of your hips are only helping drive your scent further into his nose, injecting pure you into his body. Wet sounds fill the room, even with his face as buried deep as it is, and he can sense the way you lean back more and more until you’re flat on your back on the mattress, still managing to pull at his hair while he eats you out. You’re done for as soon as he slips two fingers in you. You tremble with an intense orgasm as you cry out so hard, Matt can tell it hurts your lungs a little. You squeeze his head with your thighs, and Matt uses his free hand to grip onto your hip and hold you closer, bringing him on the verge of suffocation by pussy—which wouldn’t be the worst way to go, if he’s being honest.

Matt continues to lick and slurp up your juices, pushing you into overstimulation territory, your mews still music to his ears but with a tinge of discomfort, but not before you cum again and coat his face with your delicious release. Moving his lips off of your clit, he gently licks up your mess, pressing kisses all over your pelvis before lifting his head up above the skirt of your dress.

“Better than anything I could’ve cooked,” he grins as he proudly wears your slick on his face. “So good, I want to go back for seconds.”

“You gotta give me a second, tiger,” you breathily laugh, caressing the side of his face, and he desperately turns his head to kiss your palm. “Maybe while I recoop, you can get some condoms? Or at least put the dinner in the fridge so we don’t get poisoned when we get around to actually eating it.”

Matt smiles and pounces on you, caging your body beneath his before holding your face in his hands as he kisses you. You giggle and chase his lips happily, and Matt slips his tongue into your mouth to let you taste yourself even better. You squeal in delight as he presses you into the mattress, and he feels like a giddy teenager in love.

Shit. He loves you.

He was pretty sure he did—from the moment he met you, he didn’t want to even think about dating anyone else. And call it the pheromones he’s undoubtedly drunk on right now, but he doesn’t see himself being with anyone but you for the rest of his life.

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, and he can tell you’re looking at him as if he’s all the stars in the sky.

Yeah, he loves you.

“You,” he hums. “I got lucky, getting you in my life.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” This time, it’s your turn to pull him down for a sweet kiss, and Matt feels as if his heart might explode.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs against your lips. “Stay just like this.”

“Kay,” you hum.

Matt presses one more kiss to your lips before he scurries out of his room, blowing out the candles, putting the plates in the fridge, and grabbing a box of condoms from his bathroom. When he comes back into his room, he finds you in the same spot he let you, pure relaxation covering you from your head to your toes.

“You’ve got the stuff,” you smirk, and Matt can’t help but do the same.

“I do,” he hums as he walks back to you, sitting on the mattress, leaning you up to snuggle into his side. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Because trust me, as much as I want to do this with you right now, I can wait until a better time. I don’t mind sticking my head back down between your legs and spending the rest of the night there. I’ll be just as happy there.”

Your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his body and kissing him. “I’m sure. And trust me, if that’s what you eat pussy like when I’m ovulating, I can’t wait to feel how you fuck me. No way I’m waiting to experience that.”

The last part seems to slip out past your lips before you can realize it, and you both know what it implies. A small smile pulls at the corners of Matt’s lips, and he leans forward to kiss you again before you have a chance to feel embarrassed, resting his forehead on yours. That’s not a conversation for tonight, but he’s touched that you’ve even considered it. “Alright, if you’re sure,” he whispers. “But you need to open the package.”

“I will, but first . . .” You straddle his lap and push him down on the mattress. “I think I need to take care of that painful looking bulge in your pants.”

Matt licks his lips in anticipation, listening to how you work yourself over him. You lean over, kissing and sucking a little mark into his neck before you unknot his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Do you trust me, Matt?” you ask.

“Completely,” he smiles.

Taking his tie, you gently move his hands up above his head and begin to knot his fabric around his wrists.

“Is it too tight?” you ask, brushing hair out of his face as if you’re clearing his line of sight.

“‘s perfect,” he assures. “So are you.”

He can sense how you blush before you lean down and kiss him, softly dragging embraces down his exposed skin until you get to his pants, undoing his belt and sliding it off, and taking care of his pants, sliding it off his hips, leaving him exposed. He’s painfully hard—he’s surprised he didn’t cum in his pants while he was up to his eyeballs in (Y/N). He sucks in a breath between his teeth when your hand wraps around him, giving him some gentle pumps before you lean down and start to use your mouth. You press feather-light kisses on the underside of his shaft, licking his frenulum and gently caressing his balls. You get the tip of him in your mouth, so warm and wet, he swallows hard.

“Wait,” he begs. “‘m not gonna last if you keep going like that.”

You smirk as you bring your mouth down toward his base before you let your hot breath spread over him.

“We both know that this isn’t the first time you’ll be cumming tonight, Matty,” you hum.

You lick along the vein in his shaft until you’re back at the tip, opening your mouth and going down on him. Matt cries out at the top of his lungs, his hips bucking up as he lets out his release. He breaks out of the satin restraint, his hands moving to the sides of your face, not to force you down, but just to have his hands on you. When you finish sucking him dry, you pull off, licking your lips before you swallow.

“I’m offended. You broke out of my knot,” you chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says with a blissed, dopey smirk.

“No, don’t apologize. It was hot. Like, really hot. Like, we’re going to have to do something like that in the future hot.”

“Are we now?”

“Mmm. Now, where’d you put that box of condoms?”

Leaning over, you grab the box and pull out the foil package, tearing it open while he gets up and takes off the rest of his clothes before you carefully slide on the latex.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re a little overdressed,” he hums as his hands slide up under your dress.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” you grin.

His hands grip the zipper, pulling it down the track before sliding it off of your body, his hands then deftly moving to remove your bra.

“There we go,” he smiles before leaning in and taking one of your breasts into his mouth, letting himself get lost in the soft, supple flesh. You both roll around in the bed until you’re under him, Matt sliding into you.

“Aah!” you cry out, your fingers grabbing a bruising grip onto his shoulders. It gets stronger the further that he pushes into you. Even with two orgasms and plenty of your arousal dripping from between your legs, you’re still so tight.

“That’s it,” he hums. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“Fuck!” you cry out, throwing your head back as you scratch angry red lines down his back.

“A little more, angel, you can do it. You can do it . . . Good girl, just like that.”

You both let out a grunt when he bottoms out in you, taking a moment to adjust.

“Just say the word for me, and I’ll start moving.”

“I-I need you,” you say almost immediately. “Matt, please, start moving. D-Don’t hold back.”

He takes your face in his hands, kissing you deeply before he starts thrusting. He does as you ask, not starting slow like he has in your past sexual encounters. Your moans and cries are music to his ears, spurring him on to go even faster, making you cry out louder.

“Matt!” you cry with a guttural moan. “Yes! You’re so deep!”

“Made f’me,” Matt growls as he throws your legs up over his shoulders and folding you in half. “Mine.”

“Yours! I’m yours!”

Matt slithers a hand up your body, mapping out your soft skin with his touch until his hand is around your neck, holding your jaw, fingers spread before giving it a light squeeze. He listens to how your body reacts immediately, your warm, wet, tight cunt squeezing his cock as a response as you moan and bite your lip.

Matt’s going to have fun with that fact.

“Are you ready to cum, sweetheart?” he coos as he slams into you so hard, he’s pretty sure that your cunt might be permanently stretched and remolded to match the shape of his cock. “Can you cum around my cock for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper, one of your hands dropping to his forearm, giving it a squeeze. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Make me cum—make me cum hard! Just don’t stop!”

Matt lowers himself to kiss you deeply, your bodies a tangled, squished mess as he keeps pounding into you. You hold onto his face desperately, deepening the connection and the kiss until you open your mouth to let out an unbridled cry of pleasure. It hurts his ears, but what a sound to go deaf to. His hand slides from your neck, moving to higher up on your waist as he kisses you through your high, his sweaty forehead eventually falling to the crook of your neck as he experiences his own release.

The two of you are a panting, sweaty mess, tangled together and coming back to your senses while he softens inside of you. A few minutes pass, and he finally musters the energy to pull out of you, tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash by his bed.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like that every time I ovulate,” you pant, kissing his cheek before resting your forehead on his temple. “I’m in for a real treat.”

Matt chuckles, enjoying the taste of your skin and how it mixes with your sweat. In that moment, everything is calm, quiet . . . everything makes sense.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, his hands roaming your body. “We’re not done yet.”

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deviouz · 2 months

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matthew “munch” murdock could spend hours between your legs and it would still never be enough. sometimes he does it for your pleasure, to hear you keen and cry out his name while your deft fingers go to card through his hair to guide him where you needed him the most. when he was feeling nice, he’d entertain your wants, lips and tongue working in tandem as your moans grew breathier and higher in pitch. sometimes he would have to hold your hips down with an arm slung over them, while the other went to shove two fingers knuckle deep into your heat. god, he’d have the smuggest of smirks etched into his features as you gushed around his fingers and let out the most graphic obscenities. he can hear how fast your heart was beating, how you eagerly sucked in breath after breath with every utterance of his name, every plea.

but sometimes matt would return home in a mood, whether it be in a wrinkled four-piece suit with a briefcase in hand, or in the blood-red suit known to strike residents of hell’s kitchen with a fear unlike any other, his tired body covered in an array of cuts and bruises. he won’t be nice when he bullies himself between your thighs, hands forcing your legs apart and fingers digging themselves into your thighs. he won’t let you even touch him. as soon as one of your hands go down to grab at his hair, he’s got it in an iron-tight grip by the wrist as he buries his face deeper into your heat, greedily drinking from your core. he’s not even considering on relenting until you’re damn-near sobbing, until he can taste the salt in the air from your tears and feel the way you tremble beneath him with fruitless hope of reprieve.

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megthemewlingquim · 1 month

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love's perfect ache

Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: smut! Matt is a soft dom (that alone deserves a warning); fingering, multiple orgasms (one somewhat forced but it is not non-con); dirty talk

A/N: Holy shit. So. A lot of things have happened since I last posted. Some of these things include but are not limited to

a) I have been seeing someone romantically for a year and four months

b) I'm graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Education in May.

c) I've been Student Teaching full time in order to graduate, so I haven't been able to write.

However, these last three days have given me a spark of madness. I first started this draft a little less than a year ago, and only now have I finished it.

This fic is based off of... personal experience. ;) I hope you like it.

The clatter of plates and silverware jumps through the apartment. The smell of shrimp scampi still lingers in the air, though the windows have been opened and the leftovers have been put in the fridge.

Matt leans his arm over the back of the couch as he sits down, relaxing into his seat. A small part of him wants to go back to you, the remarkable woman behind him who had insisted on doing the dishes and taking care of the leftovers yourself. “Go sit and be handsome,” you’d said, kissing his shoulder. “I can manage it.”

Oh, you.

You never like asking for help, or accepting it when it is given. Not that you think you’re above it, but because you don’t want to trouble anyone else with anything.

He doesn’t love that, but he loves you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, toying with the ring on his finger.

“Yeah?” you ask from behind the counter.

“Mm, nothing,” he mutters. “Was just thinking ‘bout you.”

The hum of amusement you give him is a common little sound. One of quiet acknowledgement. It’s almost like you’re numb to what he’s telling you.

Selfless, as always.

The sound reminds him of more intimate times between you two. Sighs, moans, squeaks, breathless laughs and barely audible whines. All from you. And then, he thinks of what you say to him sometimes, when he offers to do certain things.

“It’s alright, baby, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need to finish. It’s okay. I’m too tired.”

“Honey, I’m good. I promise. You don’t have to do anything.”

Matt snaps back to the current moment. His heart hurts.

In the two years that you’ve been married, you’ve had a bit of trouble; not only with accepting help or kind words or generous gifts of affection, but with accepting pleasure too, pleasure that Matt so willingly wants to give to you. He knows about that, how you find it difficult to fathom the love he has for you and the ways he wants to express it.

Yes, you’ve discussed your kinks and your turn-offs with him. You’ve been intimate, and you’ve enjoyed it immensely. But you’ve never quite gotten to where he wants you, to where you should be.

You deserve pleasure, and you don’t see it.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

“Honey?” he asks. “You good?”

“Yup!” you chirp. “Just putting the last pan away."

“Ok.”

Thirty seconds pass. He hears you, in that time, put the last pan into the lazy-susan cabinet and wipe down the counter one last time. Then, you step away from the kitchen and sit next to him on the couch with a sleepy little mumble.

“Everything okay?” Matt asks softly, leaning in to nuzzle into your neck. He leaves a feather-light kiss there.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Everything’s… good.”

“I have an idea,” he mumbles into your skin, his hand trailing up your thigh. “And I need to know what you think about it.”

“What are you thinking?” you ask, a hint of a smile in your voice.

“Well, I was thinking… that we could… have some fun.” Matt grins.

You breathe outward, silently, your breath heavy and shuddered, as his lips trail to the back of your neck and he bites into the flesh.

“I’d like that,” you say.

“I wasn’t finished. We have some fun… but I spend the night just… letting you feel everything. I want to make you come, sweetheart. A lot, if I’m honest.”

He can hear the sharp inhale — quiet but noticeable — and how your heartbeat picks up almost instantly. His grin widens. “I want to spoil you tonight. All I want you to do is lay on the bed and be your beautiful self. I’ll do the rest.”

“I — um — ” you stammer, “you don’t have to do that — ”

“Uh uh.” Matt shakes his head. “None of that now. I want to do this. You don’t see how much you deserve this, honey. What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“ ‘m not afraid… just…”

“Just?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re too damn humble for your own good, you know?”

You shrug.

“Baby, look at me,” Matt says softly. When he knows you have done so, he says, “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I’ve noticed it. I just wanna give my girl what she deserves. Will you let me do that? Even just for tonight?”

It takes a good ten seconds for you to give him the slightest sound of approval. A tiny little “uh huh,” close to a whisper, but he can hear it.

“That’s my girl,” he says, grinning.

Matt carries you to bed bridal-style, shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot, and sits you on the edge of the bed.

He starts by just kissing you; your lips, your cheeks. Softly, gently, with both hands coming up to your jawline and your neck, thumbs swiping your cheeks and temples.

His affection is always, always welcomed. You have never felt safer than when you are in his arms — those same arms that are often covered in bruises and scratches and blood, those same arms that drop snitches from buildings and punch the daylights out of bad guys. You have never felt safer.

His hands fall down to your chest, your waist, lightly applying pressure or squeezing gently. You're in the warm embrace of someone who could break you, and the fact that he chooses to treat you with such delicate care makes your heart swell and your chest ache with such love — and this turns you on even more.

Matt treasures you. Cherishes you.

He sighs into the kisses he gives. “You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, his voice low. “You know that?” He moves his head up and kisses your forehead; his lips linger there for a while. “And you don’t even realize it… you don’t realize that I get off by making you feel good.”

What Matt has just said to you doesn’t register fully until he’s already laid you down onto the bed, gently pushing you down with his right hand. He straddles you, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. “You beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl.” He leans down, kissing your clothed chest and your stomach before shuffling your pants off of you.

He gets in between your legs, sitting on the bed sideways but still facing you. You’re wearing black boyshorts, the comfiest pair you own. Matt’s favorite. He likes imagining how the black would look on you, and how the cloth would hug your hips.

His hand gently strokes the crotch of your underwear, the pressure sending sparks up your privates. It’s so much different, you think, to have someone else’s hand there rather than your own.

“You smell so good,” he mutters, in that tone of voice, and you know that he’s not talking about the vanilla eau de parfum you put on every day. No, he’s talking about a different scent you give off.

You flush, embarrassed, crossing your legs and putting your face in your hands. His hand stays where it was, unmoving, between your legs.

A finger moves, right over your clit, and you twitch.

“None of that,” Matt whispers. “No hiding today. I want to see your pretty face.”

“You can’t see,” you whimper through your hands.

“When has that ever stopped me?” he says, and you know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. “Come on,” he coaxes, “take your hands off your face.”

You don’t move. “Matty…”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.” A finger moves on your clit again and you gasp. “You’re so beautiful. Every part of you. Even the parts you’re insecure about…”

When you say nothing, he moves his finger again and you twitch at the shock it gives you. “I’m not gonna do anything else until you take your hands off your face,” he says, and you know he’s serious.

Matt’s finger moves for the third time and that’s when you remove your hands. His little chuckle sends shivers down your back.

“There,” he says, “there’s my pretty girl. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

His hand, quick as a bullet, goes into your underwear and cups your pussy, adding pressure again. A strangled sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth. Matt chuckles again, and coos at you, "Aww, what? What's making you so shy? You know I love hearing you."

The teasing is too much now, but you can't seem to get over your shyness. You whimper into your hand, moving your hips to try and get some more friction. It works, but only for a second. Matt immediately notices what you're doing and he draws his hand away again.

"What do you need, baby?"

"Ffffingers."

Matt nods and shuffles you out of your underwear.

Slowly, he puts a finger in you, keeping his eyes lowered and concentrating on your feel, your sounds. The relieved sigh is all he needs, and he stays where he is, knuckle deep inside you. He doesn't move it yet, and instead, he chooses to feel you clench around his finger to no avail.

"So warm," he says, "so warm and wet."

You flush, embarrassed at that. For no reason at all, you've been self-conscious about that part of you, and how it looks, smells, tastes. You turn your head and try to keep yourself away from the praise he's giving you.

Matt tsks. "None of that now. It's beautiful, honey. You're so beautiful."

"M-Matt," you whimper, "no."

"Yes," he says, and starts to move his finger. In and out, slow and steady. The burn and stretch is a welcome one, but you start to feel something else. Almost like a wall, a barrier to your pleasure. You can't come without that wall being torn down.

"Can — can you get the vibrator, please?"

"It's been a while since you've asked for what you want." Matt grins. "That's a good girl, hm? Of course, I can."

He moves, pulling his finger out of you and getting off the bed. He opens the nightstand drawer next to the bed and pulls out a magenta colored vibrator.

Matt gets back on the bed and puts his finger in you again. The wall comes back once he starts moving his finger again, but this time he puts the vibrator in your clit and presses a button. It buzzes to life, only on the lowest setting, but it's enough.

The wall comes down and all you feel is pleasure. You sigh, relieved. The vibrator is a nice distraction from the stretch.

"There you go," Matt says quietly. "Just feel that, honey. I've got you."

I've got you.

The reassurance that Matt gives you is both comforting and sexy. You like being submissive, and you like being taken care of. More than anything, you like being taken care of by the man who made his vows, before God and the world, to be your husband for the rest of your lives.

You melt into the bed as he continues to make love to you. Subspace is setting in and your mind goes fuzzy. You wouldn't normally describe yourself as a pillow princess, but here, right now... you are. And that's what Matt wants.

He smiles, shushes you gently, and this hurls you down into subspace even more. "Such a good girl," he whispers, "always so good to me. Just let me take care of you."

And with that, you're gone. Completely vulnerable, giving yourself over to Matt. And he finds it so lovely. so beautiful, how much you trust him.

"I think what you need is a little more... maybe right here — "

His fingers do something else, they go lower and deeper. Immediately, you feel like you're being punched in the stomach, but the sensation itself is far from painful. You can't stop yourself this time; you moan, a choked sound, and you bury your head to the side and into your pillows. Dear God, if Matt keeps this up, you're not gonna last much longer.

"There," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth, keeping his fingers moving right there, in and out, "that's what you need, hm? I know, honey, I know."

Matt knows you. He knows you, inside and out, body and soul. He knows your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smells. He knows how you moan, how you shiver, twitch and gasp. He knows what makes you tick. He knows how you come, what you need to get there. There's nothing more comforting — or sexy — than that.

You're unbelievably tense - your entire body is stiff, coming close to that edge. Matt can feel it, simply on his fingers, but he can hear it, too: the way your breath hitches and the way your moans increase, both in frequency and in pitch. He can feel your blood flowing, he can hear your heartbeat increase, feel how warm your skin has become. He notices all of these things, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. A small part of him is still regretful that he cannot see, but only because... oh, what he wouldn't give to see your face.

"Matty," you whimper, "M-Matty, I'm cc-close. I'm so close—"

He loves hearing that desperation in your voice. You're starting to move around, turning and panting, almost in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that's sure to overtake you in a few moments. He can sense how tight your eyes are closed, how dry your mouth has become from all the sounds - oh, the beautiful sounds - that you're making, how tightly your fists are clenched, and where your arms are going. You don't seem to know exactly what to do with your hands. A few times, it looks like you debate whether to hide your face again, but you don't do that.

"M-Matty!"

And he knows, then, that you're peaking, that the orgasm has already begun and you're just on the edge of letting go, letting it completely overtake you. You've given yourself completely to him, and you're at his mercy.

And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen does have mercy, believe it or not.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers, with such gentle fondness and delight that you have no choice but to obey.

You're gone, your body in flames and filled with electric sparks. Fireworks.

The sound that comes from you then is the most beautiful sound Matt has ever heard. He's heard it before, and he will never get tired of it. It's a sound of release, of letting go... a cry of pleasure, almost a guttural scream and a shuddered breath all at once. It's an orgasmic wail or sometimes it is even a period of silence where you are just completely lost in the agonizing ecstasy of it all.

You're coming, and you're coming hard... He always knows what to do or say to make that happen. When he married you, he made a vow to himself to always make you feel like the most satisfied woman in the world. It's always a reward when this happens, when he can hear and feel you like this.

It's a long one, he realizes, because you gasp and shiver and twitch and spasm and cry out in surprise as the waves of pleasure keep rushing over you. He laughs, then, a small amused chuckle that leaves you even more breathless than you already are. Matt delights in making you feel this way. If he could go down on his knees and beg God Almighty to let him do this forever, he would.

"Oh, that's it," he coos, "that's my girl."

His praise, combined with the continued moving of his fingers - shouldn't they be getting sore by now? - only makes your orgasm last longer. Once it begins to fade, your body relaxes and you breathe out a sigh of contentment and warmth. Your eyes remain closed - and it's probably a good thing, because the way Matt is looking at you now would be enough to kill you with how loving it is The aftershocks of your orgasm - little jolts of pleasure - start to course through you.

"That was beautiful," he mutters to himself. "I think I want another from you."

You eyes snap open. "Honey," you mumble.

"What?" he asks gently. "I know you can." His hands are moving now, all across your body in an attempt to soothe you. You look down and see the tent in his pants: he's never been so hard in the years that you've known him.

"You need help with that?" you ask with a smile, sitting up. By the direction that your voice is going, he knows what you're talking about.

"No, no, no," he says, using a hand to push you back onto the bed. "Don't change the subject."

"I wasn't."

"Yes," Matt kisses your chest, "you were."

"I can't come again."

"Yes, you can." Matt clicks the vibrator on again and, before you can move away, puts it on your clit.

Your whole body seizes up, your clit goes numb, and all you can feel is good, but too good. Your mind blanks. You shriek out a sound of surprise and pleasure and agony, your body instantly trying to get away. It's too much, you're too sensitive, but he won't let up. He holds you down, shushing you again as you let out little cries and sobs and moans. Your body convulses, twitching in his grasp.

"Shh, shh, baby... I got you. Remember that. You're alright."

"MattMattMatt — I can't!"

"Yes, you can," he says again, firmer this time, but laughs as you try to get away. "Just hang on a little longer, you'll feel good again. Your body is already adapting to it. You're okay."

And of course, it's true. Your body is already getting used to it. Your sobs die down and now, the pleasure is bearable. Extremely good, actually. Your moans are weak, your eyebrows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut again. The convulsions are stopping, and now all you can do is feel it all again.

"That's it, bubba," Matt says, "see? I know you can handle it."

He puts two fingers inside you, slowly, and the burn is less uncomfortable now. A guttural sound leaves you again as you're filled up, and once Matt starts moving again, you tense up immediately. Two fingers and a vibrator are a recipe for an extremely quick orgasm, and you both know it.

"Baby," you whisper.

"What?" he coos. "Is my girl close already?"

"Nnngh," is all you can reply back. "Mm hmm."

"That's what I wanted," Matt says quietly, triumphantly. "You don't have to say anything anymore. Just feel it."

It doesn't take much longer for you to get close to coming again. Especially when Matt begins to drive his fingers into you harder, faster. You can't even speak anymore; all you can do is vocalize; moan, whimper, gasp. And you know that Matt is having the time of his life. One of the first things he ever said to you about things like this was that he'd get off by getting you off, and that has always stuck with you.

Your legs start to quiver.

You peak again, sobbing out a high pitched whine. The feeling is strong now, like an unstoppable force is meeting an immovable object. Your body is tense, unbelievably so, and the pleasure keeps building, but it never crests. It never reaches that point. That's the trouble of having one orgasm after another. It's hard to come. "MMMatt, pplease, please, p —"

"Shh," Matt says again with a grunt, "don't worry. We'll get you there. Relax as much as you can. Remember, I'll take care of you." You try your best to relax your body but it's still a bit difficult. All the while, Matt is practically shoving his fingers into you now, relentlessly, and you start to hear noises down there that send your mind reeling. Your back arches.

"You fuckin' hear that?" Matt's sudden vulgarity is a surprise. He's ravenous. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" He hoists a leg over your own to keep you from moving. "You're so close. Stay here, don't run away from me."

He pauses, but his fingers keep moving. "I'll get some restraints later."

After a few more seconds, it finally hits. You crest, your orgasm starting again, and all you can shriek is a simple, "Oh, oh Jesus — "

"Just come," Matt says quietly. It contrasts heavily with the way he's ramming his fingers into you. "Don't do anything else. Just come. Let go. Let go, let go, let go — "

And, with the encouragement comforting you, what else can you do but do as he says? You're stuck in place and your mind is mush. You come with another wail, this one stronger and more primal than the first, louder too, and you see stars behind your eyelids. Your leg is shaking, and if your other one could move, it would, too. Your clit is warm, almost numb again, and your arms are quivering above his head. The sounds from your privates get more intense, and Matt grunts in exertion. You don't know anything anymore, you can't think or speak. All you can do is feel, and that's exactly what Matt wanted from the start.

You're sure Matt's senses are overloaded. Sound, smell, taste, feel. He can hear how desperate and overtaken you are, he can smell and taste your arousal and sweat in the air, and he can feel your quivers and shakes and your tightness. He's rock hard now, and it probably hurts a little, but he doesn't care. You're all that's on his mind and once again he wishes that he could only see your face in this moment.

"Oh, look at you," Matt praises, slowing his fingers now. You're a mess, a beautiful, satiated mess. There are tears in your eyes and sweat on your brow. Your hair is tangled and unkept, and your knuckles hurt from how hard you've been clenching your fists. It's amazing how this is only from a fingering, but you needed this. You wanted this, as shy as you were to admit it. You pant, weakly, your legs completely unable to move. You're jelly, practically limp, and you twitch and shudder as the last of the aftershocks hit you.

"Can I put it in now?"

You shriek and Matt laughs, falling beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, baby." He kisses your forehead and cradles your head to him. "Such a good girl," he says, "you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you."

You swallow, and the saliva is a welcome sensation on your dry throat. "I think... I'll call off of work tomorrow," you pant. "Holy hell, Matty."

"Careful," Matt says, "if you do that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing this all over again once you wake up."

"I'm in danger," you say with a breathless laugh. "Just be gentle, okay?"

"Of course," he says, "always. I'm so happy that you allowed me to do that. It's been a while since you've given in that much. You don't know how hot it is to me when you let go like that."

You look down and see the tent in Matt's pants again. "Do you want me to take care of that now?"

"When you're half asleep already? I'm good, honey. That will go away eventually. But it'll be there in the morning, waiting for you. And I may or may not slip out in a few hours and get some restraints from the sex shop later. You may or may not wake up with your arms and legs tied to the bed. Just be warned."

It isn't long before you slip into sleep, completely exhausted but satiated and happy. And while you sleep, you can still feel Matt's lips on your forehead, and you think you can hear a small, "I love you, sweetheart," too.

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Hello, have a smut Matt X wife reader request. You are part of Nelson and Murdock and have your own office, there you have dirty thoughts, but this does not go unnoticed by Matt who really has to pull himself together not to storm into your office

Behind Closed Doors and Paper-Thin Walls

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, Reader is thirsting hard, Foggy is an innocent bystander. Potential reference to switch!Matt and switch!Reader if you squint, Matt has a cock, Reader has a pussy; oral, p-in-v, bondage, and pegging/bottom!Matt fantasies. Part 2 potential if it's wanted. No use of Y/N. 2,761 words.

The only thing that separated you and your husband, Matt Murdock, was a papery-thin wall and a cracked window.

You sat at a desk in the main room in the office, prepping Wednesday’s case file for Matt and Foggy. With every trial the law firm only got bigger and bigger, and they desperately needed help planning cases. In the other room, Foggy’s office, the duo were on the phone with some-such or another. It apparently wasn’t going well because you could hear Foggy slam close his desk drawer. You huffed yourself, not exactly in the mood to deal with two very grumpy men, no matter how professional they maintained.

Matt walked out of the office, hands running through his hair. He made a beeline to the coffee pot, hoping to drown his woes into a cheap brew. Of course, it had been emptied by the three of you in the morning, so he went to work looking for the ground beans.

“Sounds like you guys are dealing with a nightmare,” you said. You stood from the desk to help him find the coffee, fetching the bag from one of the top shelves. “Let me make your coffee so you can breathe for a minute.” You knew you didn’t have to do this, Matt was capable of making his own drink no matter his mood, but you wanted to alleviate his stress in any way you could.

“You don’t have to do that, honey, I got it,” Matt objected, going to take the bag from you only for you to snatch it from his reach.

“I know, now go sit down. I love you,” you said, throwing out the old filter and putting a new one in the brewer.

Matt obeyed, quickly accepting a chance to be doted on. He sagged into one of the chairs by the entrance door, loosening his tie and leaning back with a sigh. You glanced over for just a second to check on him, but stopped all movement when you saw him. Disheveled hair from running his hands through it, loose tie, head leaned back… it was a position all too familiar to you. You coughed to keep yourself from whining, a blush rushing to your face and running down your neck.

You tried to keep your thoughts from trailing off the task, telling yourself that you were at work, Matt was in a bad mood, and Foggy is literally right there. Like playing tug-of-war with a team of oxen, you quickly fell down the horny rabbit hole. Your mind flashed with images of all the times the two of you had fucked at work–when you were still the newbie, after a date night that turned into a work night, the week before your wedding–there were definitely a dozen more examples, but those stood out to you the most. Your thighs squeezed together, suddenly so desperate to touch yourself. You hoped Matt would be too distracted to notice your sudden change in mood.

Matt didn’t notice at first, too caught up in his own whirlwind of thoughts, only none of them were anything like yours. It was only when the coffee pot beeped, alerting that it was finished, that the two of you were ripped from your trances. With shaky hands you filled a mug. Still oblivious, not paying attention to anything beyond how the hell he was gonna get his client to cooperate, he took the cup from your hands. It was when he felt the small tremors in your fingers that he perked up.

At first he thought you were upset, considering that he’d let his bad mood rub off on you, but that possibility was almost instantly eliminated when he took in the rest of you. Your hands had been abnormally warm, your heartbeat stuttering and speeding up, and that smell he knew all too well. You were needy, for whatever reason, and he knew you were already wet.

You gulped, fiddling with your skirt. “Anything else I can do to make it easier?” You asked, trying your hardest to keep your tone appropriately concerned and not desperate. Matt’s eyebrows were furrowed together–god fucking damn it, he was so hot–like he was still frustrated from what happened earlier. No, little did you know, he was trying to figure out how you got so aroused in between the time he left Foggy’s office and now, unless he’d somehow missed it even earlier.

Matt hummed an indication of no, taking a drink of the coffee to ground himself for totally different reasons. “Thank you, I really appreciate this,” he said.

You bit your lip, deciding to lean down and give him a chaste kiss to his lips. Just a taste, that’s all you wanted, all you needed, you told yourself. He eagerly returned it, reaching up to rest his hand on the side of your neck to let you know he didn’t want you to pull away. He was trying his hardest to control himself, but you were so tempting, and you always knew all the right ways to destress him.

An awkward cough echoed in the room and you jumped, pulling away from Matt despite a quiet huff from him. There Foggy stood, clearly still annoyed, but definitely not at you two. “Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I heard the coffee. Matt, hands to yourself, buddy,” he said lightheartedly. He’d walked in on much worse in his three years of knowing you.

With a blush, you licked your lips, trying to savor the lingering taste of your husband. You glanced one last time at Matt before you walked back to your desk and pretended to get back to your work. He definitely knew.

“How you holding up, Fog?” You asked, flipping between the same two pages in the case file like that would exorcize your brain.

“You do not want to know, this guy is probably as big of a nightmare to work with as Castle. He’s not telling the truth about something, I just know it, and it’s making this a whole lot harder than it has to be!” Foggy freely ranted, pouring his coffee much closer to the top than was safe for your floors.

You tried to be sympathetic, you really did, but your will was not that strong and your cunt was soaking your panties. You thought back to last night, when Matt’s cock hitting the back of your throat satisfied every part of you. He was so thick, stretching your lips more than you ever thought you could handle before you met him, and the feeling of him throbbing against your tongue had you whining around his cock. When you finally had him cumming down your throat, it was your turn, Matt throwing you back on the bed so he could worship you between your legs until you couldn’t stand to cum anymore and then some.

“Okay, I know the first two pages aren’t that interesting,” Foggy teased. “If you’re bored you can do something else, you’re not bound to this case forever.”

God, he really should’ve said anything else, because now you were picturing tying Matt’s wrists together, riding him and taking care of him after a long day of bullshit. Leaving scratches down his chest, feeling his hand wrapping around your neck, and forcing his cock as deep as it can go inside of you... The warmth in between your legs exploded into tingles and your face got hotter with each passing fantasy.

Matt tried his hardest to keep himself together, focused entirely on tuning in to your body. He sensed every little reaction, could hear your thighs rubbing and squeezing together behind your desk. He wished Foggy was anywhere but here right now so he could touch you in all the ways you so desperately craved.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, guess I’m not all the way here right now,” you said, brushing off Foggy’s comment, “maybe I need some of that coffee for myself.”

“I got it!” Matt rushed, all too eager to serve you. Foggy rolled his eyes at how lovestruck Matt always seemed to be for you, but deep down he found the pair of you adorable. You were like the power duo, a classic Romeo and Juliet–minus the family feud, the weird age gap, and the suicide.

You slyly stared as Matt poured you a cup. Your eyes trailed up and down his body, taking your time when they landed on his ass. A shiver ran up your spine as you pictured him bent over for you, maybe over your very desk, presented and waiting for you to fill him up. It was a fantasy you’d discussed before, even planned to try out soon, because recently he’d been obsessed with the idea of you fucking him. Using one of your dildos, stretching him out, and filling him up in ways no one else ever had, touching him in ways he’d never let anyone else even think about.

“Thanks, hon,” you said when Matt brought you your coffee. “I’m gonna go finish these up in my office, okay? Let me know if you guys need anything.” You were hoping with a little more privacy you could ease the ache a little bit. You pecked Matt on the cheek and entered your little sanctuary, adorned with a cat calendar and a couple dying succulents.

You closed the door and plopped the small stack of files on your desk. You sat in your rolly chair and leaned back with a sigh that was somewhere between relief and frustration. You pushed your lap all the way under the desk to ensure a little more modesty. You ran your fingers over the front of your skirt at first, letting the small tingles run their way through your body. There was no way Matt couldn’t hear you right now, but part of you was hoping that he was getting as riled up as you were.

Meanwhile, Matt was trying his best to split his attention between you and Foggy, with you clearly dominating. Even with Foggy’s loud ranting and raving about the woes of their client, all he could hear was your shuddering breaths and the rustling of your skirt. The picture was almost crystal clear: you leaned back against your chair, skirt hiked up to your waist, and hand shoved down your panties. He could feel a warm flush of his own traveling lower and lower.

“You know what I mean?” Foggy finished, almost out of breath after his long winded soapbox. Matt quickly snapped out of his trance.

“Hm? Yeah, this guy’s a nightmare, Fog. Hey, why don’t you go on a walk to clear your head?” Matt suggested. He was hoping and praying to every Saint above that he would just leave the office already so he could get his hands on you.

“Maybe later. Let’s just get this done today, I’m sick of this case,” Foggy said.

Deep down, Matt was crying on the inside.

You were too, but for a totally different reason.

Your skirt was well up past your hips and your panties pulled down to stretch across your thighs. Your fingers are slowly stroking the length of your clit to really tease yourself. A shiver reverberates across your body and you let out a small moan. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as Matt’s fingers, but you’re still left melted against your chair.

Matt’s legs are crossed in a desperate attempt to hide his erection from his best friend. He gulps when he can hear a shaky whine slip past your lips. He has to grip the arm of his chair to keep himself grounded.

You’re not oblivious to the effect you’re having on Matt, though you can’t actually see or hear him. Instead you use your imagination. He’s probably fiddling with his tie, one of his nervous habits. His breathing is probably getting heavier, sweat dripping down the back of his neck, and hard cock straining against his dress pants–you throw a hand over your mouth the stifle a moan. Your fingers start rubbing tight circles against your clit, sometimes dipping down to tease your hole every once and a while.

Matt felt like his skin was on fire at this point. How Foggy hadn’t noticed him dying in his chair was beyond him. He was barely able to grit out brief answers to whatever bullshit was being discussed. He could practically taste you from across the office.

You were using both hands at this point, one hand fingering your cunt and the other stroking your clit. You could feel the orgasm building up as your clit pulsed and throbbed from your touches. Flashes of Matt danced across your closed eyelids. Memories of him fucking you up against these very walls, his cock impossibly deep inside of you while you scratched at his back. Him dropping to his knees to tongue fuck your pussy from under your desk while you completed work. You teasing your poor husband as he begged you to finally let you cum after denying him for the third time.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs and you could hardly catch your breath. Your fingers pounded against your spot relentlessly. You were surprised you could stay as quiet as you had been, yet Matt could still hear everything. Your labored breathing, your racing heart, the wet noises of your cunt. He was gripping his knee, so desperate for you, he could hardly stand it. He could tell you were close and that made it all the more painful. He should be the one driving you to the edge, not your hands.

It hit you suddenly, the first wave of your orgasm. The hand rubbing your clit flew up to cover your mouth once more while you fingerfucked yourself through each and every wave of euphoria. You whimpered Matt’s name under your breath as quietly as you could, knowing that it would rile him up even more. It worked, Matt’s cock leaked precum into his boxers.

Once the final wave passed, your muscles collapsed and you sagged against your chair. You pulled out your fingers and limply laid your hand against your thigh. You took deep breaths to ground yourself. You wished Matt was here to help you clean up.

Matt could hear that your breathing had slowed and the wet sounds of your fingers slipping in and out of you had ceased. He matched your slow, deep breaths to bring himself down as much as possible. His cock still painfully throbbed and the flush on his neck refused to go away.

The sound of your clothes rustling, then your office door opening, alerted Matt that you were going to the bathroom to clean up. He lamely excused himself from Foggy and rushed to meet you on your way there. When he stepped out into the main room, you stopped just at the bathroom door and waited for him. He made his way over to you and stood close, nearly right up against you.

“You know I heard that,” Matt breathed into your ear. You couldn’t resist shivering.

“I know, baby. I’m surprised you were able to keep yourself together,” you teased back.

“You know you’re paying for that when we get home, right?”

Your heart jumped at the implication. What did Matt have in store for you? Would you fuck you the minute the two of you passed the threshold, shoving you against a wall and taking what was his? Or would he take you to bed and tease you, going tortuously slow. Would he deny you, making you wait to cum the way you made him wait? Would he refuse to stop, making you cum over and over again until you were shaking and couldn’t cum anymore? Your cheeks burned bright red from all the possibilities.

While you were stuck in thought, Matt gently took the hand that had been inside of you. He raised it up to his lips and slowly took them in his mouth. His tongue swirled around each finger to catch any of your cum that he could. You whined without thinking, definitely too loud to be discreet. Matt slowly pulled your fingers out with a quiet ‘pop’ and dropped your hand back down.

“Just needed a taste, sweetheart,” Matt teased through his grin. “Go clean up and I’ll let Foggy know we’re going home early.”

“Fuck, okay Matt,” you replied. You rushed into the bathroom and all but slammed the door behind you, nervous and excited for whatever your consequences might be.

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skeletonsslut · 2 years

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warnings: nsfw (minors get off my blog), praising, kinda mean!matt, s/d dynamics (dom!matt, sub!reader), overstimulation

pairing: matt murdock x fem bodied!reader

reblogs encouraged and heavily appreciated!

Your hips jerk against Matt’s face, whimpers leaving your mouth in a frenzy of pain and pleasure. His forearm is laid firmly over your hips, trying to hold you in place — though not succeeding very well because of the fact that he’s completely lost in your taste, the way you clench around his fingers, and your whines. At this point, he was eating you out more for his own pleasure, as much as he likes giving, because now, even as you’re begging him to stop, he sees no end in sight.

He’d told you to count how many times he’d made you cum, but you’d long lost count.

“M-Matt,” You reach down to try and push his hands and mouth away from your core, but he roughly grabs your wrist with his free hand and pins it against the bed, “S’too much.”

The small sobs that come from your lips were dry until you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You were beginning to think he just wouldn’t respond to your pleas, until you heard a faint murmur,

“I don’t care.”

He wraps his lips around your clit once more, sucking. You whine loudly, hips bucking into his face again. You hear his voice again, slightly hoarse and laced with lust, “I know you’re close again, baby. Cum for me.”

As much as your mind told you that you couldn’t take anymore, your body clearly had a different idea as the ever-tightening coil in your abdomen finally snaps. You hips lift off of the bed again, this time not in defiance but in pleasure. A almost pornographic moan spills from your mouth, a hint of pain slipping through.

“Yeah, good girl, good fucking girl,” He coos, (and you keen at his words, even in your state) curling his fingers inside of you like he’d been doing for the past — through your hazy eyes, you glance at the clock — hour?

Matt’s fingers still inside of you before he pulls them out, and for a moment you think he’s finally gonna give it a rest before you feel him lick a broad stripe up your cunt, collecting all of your cum. He moans at the taste of you, “Taste so good.”

He shoves his fingers back inside of you. causing you to whine again as you try to drag your hips up the bed, away from him. Words and pleas fall from your lips without you fully processing them, “Please, p- Matty. No more. S’hurting.”

Matt ignores you, humming once. The arm he has splayed across your abdomen seems to lighten up, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip, “How many was that?”

You try to rack your brain, but you weakly shake your head.

“Dunno,” You quietly mutter the word, afraid of him being upset with you, but he heard it fine.

He nods, clearly not that bothered by it, “That’s okay, angel. Doing so good for me, yeah? So pretty,” He pauses before continuing, “One more for me, okay?”

Before you can even shake your head in protest, his mouth is back on you and his fingers pick up speed. You beg him to stop, it hurts — it hurts so good — but he doesn’t seem to hear (or care), your words going in one ear and out the other.

“Matt, no. Please—“ You try to pull your hips away but his mouth just chases them, his grip on your hips almost bruising.

“Shh, I can feel you clenching. You’re close, huh? Yeah, I know you are. Be a good girl and cum.”

“Matt—“

Your own moan cuts you off, as he sucks on your clit once before muttering something,

“Shut up and cum.”

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wannabemurdock · 2 years

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Hi,

I want to attempt kinktober without placing too hard expectations on myself so hopefully I’ll post everyday but if not, that’s okay!

I will be posting 31 p*rn links for 31 days each with a little prompt.

If you have any requests send them through.

find all my other work here

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Day 1: Matt Murdock + pussy worship

Day 2: Rick Grimes + handcuffs

Day 3: Bucky Barnes + soft sex

Day 4: Daryl Dixon + overstimulation

Day 5: Frank Castle + housewife kink

Day 6: Charlie Weasley + bathroom sex

Day 7: Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) + bondage

Day 8: Sirius Black + face riding

Day 9: Kate Bishop + tit worship

Day 10: Negan Smith + thigh riding

Day 11: George Weasley + caught masturbating

Day 12: Wanda Maximoff + bondage

Day 13: Daryl Dixon + face sitting

Day 14: Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

Day 15: Fred Weasley + begging

Day 16: Eddie Munson + exhibitionism

Day 17: Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

Day 18: Natasha Romanoff + bl00d kink

Day 19: Steve Rogers + rough sex

Day 20: Daryl Dixon + bathtub sex

Day 21: Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

Day 22: Charlie Weasley + throat fucking

Day 23: Matt Murdock + office sex

Day 24: Foggy Nelson + lingerie

Day 25: Bucky Barnes + knife kink

Day 26: Sirius Black + mirror hand job

Day 27: Maggie Rhee & Rosita Espinosa + threesome

Day 28: Peter Parker + fingering

Day 29: Natasha Romanoff + praise kink

Day 30: Foggy Nelson + cockwarming

Day 31: Charlie Weasley + edging

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undercoverpena · 2 years

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favours and antics

matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: alludes to smut, fwb, written on phone be aware: spoiler-ish for she-hulk episode 8, slight mention to this episode in relation to our whorey-devil

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It wasn’t that you were jealous, but you couldn’t deny your heart sunk when Foggy said Matt was out of town.

Your beer suddenly not hitting the same spot.

The music not thrumming through your bones in the way it usually does.

Your smile more forced.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Foggy or Karen, but the evening did not seem nearly as fun. Not that you could say it, not with how Foggy stared at you when Karen explained what he was doing out of town. A case, she explained. Likely flirting up a storm, is what else she’d added.

You’d become good at hiding your emotions, able to apply a mask of your own before you show too much.

Because Foggy doesn’t understand.

Hell, sometimes you’re not even sure you understand.

Even if you were the one who made Matt agree to just be friends, although it’s your body occasionally betraying you.

Friends.

Not even really lovers.

Just people who are friends that occasionally fuck. It was simple. Easy. No complicated feelings and relationship demands.

He lives his life, you live yours.

Even if feelings try to ruin it. Your work allowing you to bury yours, using work as an escape; Matt doing whatever Matt does between lawyering and vigilantism.

You try not to think about it.

Because he’s great with people. He’s a flirt. Someone who truthfully doesn’t have time for a whole other person in his life, and yet rarely is ever on his own.

Which is why it’s easy to slide into his arms. The flirting growing either over a game of pool, a few too many beers, or even a bad day. It should end there, but it never does.

You always finding yourself kissing him, letting your fingers undo shirt buttons as you run palms over healing wounds and scars. His hands freeing skin, kissing every inch, running his teeth over collarbones.

All of which is the very reason you’d been avoiding him—until the bar the other night. Hoping to ask him a favour then, with people around.

Not like this.

Not in his office.

His small, well-lit office, with no one else even around to interrupt.

He also looked good, annoyingly good. That sweet smile doing a number on you before he even said hello. Your hands diving inside your bag, needing something to do.

“Foggy said you were disappointed I was out of town when you met for drinks?

Fucking Foggy, the gossip.

You smile. “Well, I’d hoped to ask you for a favour.”

“I see.”

“How…” you ask, pushing your hair from your shoulder, “um, was your business trip?”

He smiles, likely reading straight through your words. The way you nervously asked.

His fucking gift making it easy to know all your secrets.

“Interesting. A little different than New York.”

Your eyes narrow because you noticed the infliction. That same pang filling your chest from the bar, one you try to quickly swallow. Trying not to replay the way he said interesting with that smug voice.

“The bars as good?” you ask, your jealously bubbling. Remembering Foggy calling, telling you and Karen that he’d heard him out. “I was with Foggy still, he’d said you were at a bar.”

His hand moves to his hips, his lips sliding up into one of those smirks. One you suspect he uses on everyone he wants to woo.

Because he knows what he does to a person. He’s not stupid. He’s whispered it in your ear before. That he can hear your heartbeat. How it quickened when his hand steadied your hip as he stood behind you at the pool table.

“You sound awfully jealous there, sweetheart?”

You lick your lips. Thinking of how best to respond, when you realise it’s better if you don’t.

“Anyway, as I said, I need a favour. I have a situation with a client of mine—I know you just travelled for a favour but…”

Your words slowly dying as you watch his hand outstretched, moving from his hip. Handing him the file—the one you’d already had put in Braille, something which seemed to make him smile when his fingers brushed over it.

Even if you’re trying not to let it bother you, his smile warms you. You busily trying to fill him in on the complaint, his head occasionally tilting as you talk, finger running across the papers.

You give him a minute—one that feels like an hour.

Able to smell his aftershave, all wooden and musky, the scent which has clung to your skin on many occasions. One which rushes memories and feelings, making your chest tighten.

“So, can you help?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

You let out a soft breath, closing your bag. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

“No problem, we’re friends after all, aren’t we?”

You glare, sighing, before nodding. Because you know what he’s getting at. While also knowing in his freaky way, he can sense your nod, likely even your annoyance at his word choice, turning to the door as he speaks again.

“And, if you ever fancy being reminded of how friendly we can be, you don’t need to wait to meet me at a bar to find out. You can call me.”

Letting your hand fall from the door handle, you look over your shoulder. His hand on his hip, suit jacket pushed back from his waist; the glasses removed, that shit-eating smirk on his face.

For a second, you just stare at him.

Both in admiration and in annoyance, the two swirling together as he moves around his desk. The room suddenly feeling smaller, the air tighter.

Asshole.

Beautiful, handsome asshole.

And then he’s behind you. Enough of a gap left for you to open the door, to leave.

But close enough to stop you if he wanted to.

So you straighten your spine, applying your best smirk. “I don’t think you have it in you to fuck me like I need, Murdock. But, if I fancy having an itch scratched that my vibrator can’t hit, I’ll call.”

Before you can even reach for the handle, his hand presses the door into the frame, eyes narrowing when you look back at him.

“Friends don’t barricade friends in offices.”

“Friends also don’t lie to their other friends about how good they make them feel.”

You glare. “Are you telling me I’m wrong?” you continue. “Or are you trying to tell me your LA hook up didn’t scratch that itch, I’m sure you can find someone at Josie’s?”

He laughs. “Oh, no they definitely did. Just wasn’t sure if you needed the reminder of how good we are together.”

He feels closer, even if neither of you have moved. His presence alone growing greater.

“I remember. I also remember last time you leaving immediately after. Donning a leather suit and climbing onto roofs,” you say, turning to face him, standing to the side of the door. “I’ve had men leave, don’t get me wrong, never out of their own window, so no, I don’t want a reminder.”

He smirks, but it’s not the same as before.

Even less so as he closes the small gap between you both, pressing your spine against the wall, arm sliding over from holding the door in place to beside your head—even if you’ve long abandoned the idea of leaving.

“You want to repeat that?”

You don’t.

Not as your mind begins to run away from you. Thoughts of him pressing his body against you, feeling how firm it was; sinful ideas of him fucking you on his desk, a neutral ground for the two of you—except harmless flirting.

All the while trying to control your body, not wanting your cheeks to flush, your heart to race, or even let your body sweat from the longing and thought of him doing unholy things to you.

Because for a man of god, he didn’t fuck like one.

Even with your cockiness, your faux confidence and nonchalance, you knew there was no way you could truthfully say he didn’t know how to fuck a person. He did. And the fucking man knew it.

His free hand took your chin, tilting your face up to his—a little firmer than normal. “Care to share what’s gotten you so quiet?”

You swallow, instantly hating yourself for it.

Knowing he heard it. Just like you think he knows you’re trying to rub your thighs together. Especially when he slides his own knee between your legs.

“You sure you don’t want that reminder?”

“I’m not a toy, Matthew.”

He smiles, thumb stroking the side of your lips. “Shame. If you were, I’d play with you all the time.”

You let your eyes flick over his face, knowing his words shouldn’t work. They shouldn’t.

But they do.

“Drop your bag, sweetheart.”

You lift your chin. “Why?” you ask. Aiming for it to come out as more of a blunt question, than a breathy reply.

His fingers slide from your chin along your jaw, moving his face closer. “Just do it.”

And you do.

Both from the way his lips almost ghost over yours and the demand in his voice. His other hand, the one you’re rarely paying attention to, slides over your hip, sliding around and over the slope of your ass.

You just watch, not sure if you should stop it, leave, put the distance between the two of you that you think you both need. Or stay. Stay and likely defile his office.

“Stop thinking,” he whispers darkly, gripping your ass through your trousers, pulling your hips flush against his. “You’re not going to go.”

You swallow, lifting your hands, sliding them over his hips, fingers slowly untucking his shirt from inside his trousers.

Watching him, the way his jaw tightens, his lips occasionally twitch between a smile and a smirk. His lips still close, but you haven’t moved,—even if you want to.

Even if that want is obvious to him and his senses, feeling your own arousal when you clench your thighs together.

“You can k—“

You don’t let him finish, kissing him. Hearing him groan, it vibrating against your lips, feeling his grip on your cheek tighten. Your back more forcibly being pressed against the door as your fingers slide to the front of his trousers, toying with the idea of loosening his belt.

Almost ready to undo it, to give in, to surrender.

And then you hear the main office door open, both of you pausing, not wanting to move until you hear laughter and then:

“Matt?” Foggy’s voice calling out, yanks you both apart. “I brought you food.”

Your heart in your throat, eyes burning into Matt’s—watching the colour drain from his cheeks as he licks his lips.

“I’ll go—“

“No,” he says, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair as Foggy calls out again. “Yeah, cool. Thanks, Fog… I’ll be… I’ll be out in a minute.”

He reaches his hand out, taking your elbow and your attention. “Come to mine. Tonight.”

You arch your brow. “You gonna leave out a window again?”

“No, I’ll be too busy.”

“Busy?”

He smirks, moving his lips close to your ear. “You’ll see tonight, sweetheart.”

Your body goes warm as he kisses your cheek, your hand reaching for the door handle as his fingers slowly release your elbow.

“Matt,” you whisper. His head turning in your direction. “If I leave tonight knowing my own name, you’ve failed.”

His smirk broadened. “Oh, sweetheart. You aren’t leaving tonight.”

His hand turning the door handle instead of allowing you a chance to reply, adrenaline thumping through you as you follow.

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first-edition · 5 months

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Welcome to this year 2023 Smutmas!!!! Im currently working on as many works as i can but here the teaser for all of you since I started late lol. If you want to be added to the tags list please leave a dm or message me!! Thank you

DAY 1: Present (modern!Sandor Clegane x wife!reader)

DAY 2: Three Wise Men (Jake x Steven x Marc X reader)

DAY 3: Gingerbread (Steven Grant x baker!reader)

DAY 4: Toys (Bucky Barnes x reader)

DAY 5: Santa Baby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Day 6: OH! Holy Night (Matthew Murdock x Virgin! Reader)

DAY 7: Gold (Spencer Reid x reader)

DAY 8: Frankincense (Geralt of Rivia x reader)

DAY 9: Myrrh (Hellboy x “monster”!reader)

DAY 10: Mistletoe (Arron Hotchner x Reader)

DAY 11: Peppermint (Sandor Clegane x Princess! Reader)

DAY 12: Sugar Plum Fairy (Henry cavil x Ballerina! Reader)

#2023smut-mas #12 days of smutmas #Smut #Smutmas #2023 season's greetings #JelsaSnowflakes 2023 Smutmas #henry cavil x reader #james bucky barnes #hellboy x reader #arron hotchner #matt murdock x reader smut #steven grant x reader smut #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #sandor clegane smut

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ginasluttywhor3 · 1 year

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Sleep, my love

Pairing; Matt Murdock x Reader

Pronouns; None used

Summary; Matt comes late and reader takes care of him

rating; 16-15+

contents/warnings; Fluff - cuts and bruises , blood and that’s about it i think.

Word count; 420?

Author’s Note :: i would like to say i don’t really like my writing but i’m bored so here

I could hear the rain from behind the wall as I listened to the droplets hitting the windows and my heavy breathing. It was 5am, sunrise, and Matt hadn't come back yet. I became anxious and worried, so I closed my eyes and rested my head on the couch arm, praying that he was fine. That's when I heard loud footsteps on the roof, and the door opened wide. I looked up and saw Matt standing there in his devil suit with blood all over it. I sat up and asked, "Are you okay?" I looked concerned, knowing he wouldn't see the fear in my eyes, but he would be able to sense it.

He started walking down, but fell while walking down the stairs. I jumped and ran to him immediately, saying, "I got you, I got you," as I sat him on the couch. I quickly got the first aid kit from under the table and started taking off the suit. I saw new cuts and bruises, and gasped out in sadness. "Matt-” “It's okay, I'm okay," he said. I looked at him and replied, "No, Matt, you're not okay. This isn't okay."

I started angrily taking out the stitches and bandages. I should have been used to this already; it has been 5 years. Yet, I can't stand seeing him in pain. "When will you stop?" I said with a broken voice. "You can't keep doing this. Someone like you can't be doing this, Matt."

I started stitching him up, and i heard him say tiredly, "I thought you got used to it." I looked at his hazel sage eyes and replied, "I shouldn't be used to it. This shouldn't happen, Matt." He just nodded, and we sat in silence, listening to the muffled rain. As I stitched him up.

When the silence broke, Matt whispered, "I'm really tired." I nodded and said, "I know you are." After I finished stitching him up and sat next to him on the couch, we just laid there in silence. I looked at him, and even though sadness and anger were ripping me up from the inside, I kissed his forehead and hugged him how can I be mad at him, and i softly told him, "Sleep, my love." He stayed there on my chest, and as I played with his hair, I heard a small "I love you." I looked at him as he peacefully fell asleep and replied, "I love you too."

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hellsburners · 10 months

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Hi, I need more of Matt and mirror sex 🔥🔥 can you please write more of this🫠

You were bent over in front of the large mirror in Matt’s room. His lips pressed into your neck, one arm around your waist while the other one was playing with your nipple. He starts to trail the tip of his tongue around the side of your neck all the way up your ear. He nibbles on the thin cartilage while the hand around your waist falls to your sex.

His calloused fingers played with you while he rubbed his erection on your ass. Your hands lead to his hand on your core, wrapped around his big forearm. He whispers sweet nothings to your ear, the pleasure from your sensitive sex with the constant flicking of your nipple egged you more towards a climax. You let out sobs calling for his name, your eyes welling with tears as sweat drenches your hair.

He takes a hand to your hair, the other still at your sex. His fingers sink through the strands of your hair gripping on them. There’s a slight sting to his grip, he then pushes you down so your ass points up. You see his forearm muscles contract, the veins more visible. His releases your hair to give you a quick spank. He slaps the shaft of his cock to your ass. You see his cock, all red and veiny, drip with precum.

He tilts his head down and lets out a long strand of spit to his cock. You look at him through the mirror, moonlight shone to his body but the darkness hides his eyes. It was almost eerie, the way the darkness mirrors his roughness.

He brings his hand to your mouth. Spit, he says. Your own saliva wetting his fingers. He inserts his large fingers inside you, your mouth letting out a loud whine. His lubed digits continue to massage the muscles surrounding your hole. After a few minutes of massaging your hole, he takes his wet cock to your hole. The thick sex stretching your hole despite the preparation.

His pace started off slow, so as to test your capabilities. When he realized that you could take deeper thrusts he starts to go at it. The sounds of moaning and skin slapping floods the entire room. His pace became faster and harder. His grip on your waist was so hard red finger marks were left on your skin.

He grabbed your wrists and held them together on your back. Your moans muffled in the sheets. You could see his chest muscles jerk from the constant thrusting. He bites his lip but the moans were still audible. From the fast fucking and the constant friction you wanted to yell, he was starting to ruin you. Your eyes rolled back so hard, your mouth agape drool forming at the corner.

You stared at his reflection while he fucked you. His eyes closed so hard wrinkles formed at his temples, his forehead dripping with sweat, his moans became aggressive calls for your name. He pulls you up to his chest, he wraps a hand around your neck while his lips leaving wet kisses to your nape. He started long strides of his cock to your hole until it turned hard and slow, his seed pumping inside you, he felt your own orgasm coming from all the moaning.

You came so hard from watching him, it was voyeuristic in a way, seeing him fuck and cum, your eyes were glued to him. He collapses his weight on you, the two of you falling on the bed. You got up to sit on his lap, he was a panting mess below you. You just sat there looking at him, and goddamit, Matt Murdock looked so hot when he fucks.

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blurblurdeactivated · 2 years

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▬❝ let me take care of you. ❞

kinktober; day 2, thigh riding ⟶ [matt murdock x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit content obvi, swearing, thigh riding, drying humping, matt gets off on you getting off

day 1, praise kink, ft. soldier boy - kinktober masterlist - day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo

You couldn't be blamed for practically drooling at the sight of Matt in just his boxers. He was all thick muscle and board shoulders and toned curves that you fantasised about running your tongue along. And I mean, waking up to him pottering around the kitchen almost naked made you uncertain if you were still in a dream.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he said quietly, not turning to face you just yet as he poured himself some water. The soft clink of the glass jug being set back on the counter was the same volume as his voice.

"I know," you said, walking towards him, "I'm happy to see you though." He smiled faintly at that.

"I'm alright," he said, assuming that you were only up to check on him. You did want to see him safe but seeing him in itself was enough to make you get up.

"Good." Sidling up to him, you slid your arms around his waist. He turned towards you more, his free arm lifting to go around your shoulders as he drank. Playing with the thin strap of your pyjama top, he drew you closer.

Looking up at him, you watched his Adam's apple bop with every swallow. Instinctively, you copied the motion, feeling a bit warmer at the sight. Once his glass was back on the bench, you reached up, fingers brushing his jaw as you took his face in your hand. You pulled him eagerly into a kiss. His other hand moved to the one you had on his face and he held it there, keen for the affection.

"My angel," he breathed into your lips as he pulled away.

Breaking free from your grasp, he moved to the couch that faced you. The Daredevil costume sat at one end of it, but Matt ignored it as he took his seat with a sigh of contentment.

For a moment he sat there, head back, legs spread wide. No doubt soaking up the moment of peace after another night out. He didn’t appear injured at all though, so perhaps his evening was rather uneventful.

"You coming?” he asked, lifting his head to look in your general direction.

He drew you towards him with one beckoning finger. Moving to sit in his lap, you frowned when he stopped you from straddling his lap. With one knee on the outside of his spread legs, he grabbed the other and put it between them. With large palms on your waist, he settled you to sit on his thigh. You could feel the warmth of his skin through your pyjama shorts.

“I missed you,” he whispered, leaning into another kiss. Lips soft on yours, you lazily run your hands up his chest before looping your arms around his neck. He pulled you along his thigh closer. You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your womanhood dragging across his meaty thigh which he quickly swallowed from your lips with a smile.

“I missed you too,” you breathed into his lips.

Moving a hand from your waist, he took hold of your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek. "Beautiful, beautiful," he murmured.

"You can't even see me, silly.”

He grinned. "Ah, but I can feel you, angel. And you feel divine." Just as he said that he tensed his thigh and you gasped. Cocky bastard was deliberately amplifying that dull ache building in your core.

“Can I help you feel good, love?” he cooed, dropping his hand back to your hip, thick fingers slipping ever-so slightly past the waistband of your shorts. Nipping lightly at your bottom lip, he slowly rolled your hips down onto his thigh. “Please, angel. Let me take care of you. Wanna look after my pretty girl. Wanna watch you come apart on my thigh.” His words were pure sin, voice low and sensual, he practically purred into your mouth.

“Okay,” you said, slightly out of breath. He hummed in cruel delight. Kissing along your jaw, he found the side of your neck with his teeth. You hissed as he bit down lightly, tongue quickly soothing over the skin after.

Moving your hips with the aid of his hands, you moaned at the feeling of taut muscle against your clothed clit. He guided you back and forth, pressing kiss after kiss to cheeks and lips and forehead as your breathing grew more raggeded. He was so warm and solid between your legs and his bare skin was hitting your clit just right - if a little slower than you'd like.

He slid his arms up your back as you began to roll your hips that bit faster. "There you go," he sighed, fingers carding through the hair at the base of your neck, "attagirl, getting yourself all nice and wet on my thigh." His words only making you fuck yourself on him harder and faster.

Head falling backwards, you mumbled out a series of "oh god"s and "fucking hell"s which only made Matt grin harder. Watching you get off on only his thigh intoxicated him with pride and arousal. His heightened senses are utterly overwhelmed with you. Your sounds and smell and feel and taste, and he wanted to be consumed by it.

Grinding yourself desperately against this perfect man’s fucking leg. You felt a little pathetic. There he sat in all his superhuman glory and you were a whining, moaning mess.

“You’re everything I could ever want,” he whispered in your ear, somehow reading your mind, “I’d do anything for you, angel. So lovely, so sweet."

"I-I'm really close, Matt," you stuttered out, gripping his shoulders in the hopes of steadying yourself. Bouncing his leg just a little, he was beyond delighted at the whimpers you released as you ground yourself against him even harder. Everything was hot; your skin, your mind, your insides. Your brain was hopelessly trying to hold onto any sense of control.

"Cum for me, angel. Go on."

It was the gruffness of his voice, words laced with sex, that really set you off. Any thought of embarrassment was lost from your mind as soon as that overwhelming heat filled you and you rolled your hips down as fast and hard as you could, desperate to ride out your climax.

His hands holding you tightly against him as you still, you became aware of how slick his skin was beneath you and heat rose to your cheeks.

"Jesus, Matt," you mumbled as he stroked your back.

"That's blasphemy," he joked, "How're you feeling?"

"Hot," you said, with a soft chuckle. He lifted a hand to your forehead.

"Not dangerously so," he diagnosed, "let's get you to bed, shall we?"

You frowned. "What about you?" you said, trailing a hand down his chest to lightly squeeze the predominant bulge in his boxers earning a swallowed groan.

"I don't think I mentioned sleeping."

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Slip Up (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: Soooo I wrote this in my phone during my work conference and was feeling hot and dirty for Matty. Don’t look at me, I was feral and barking loudly in my head when I got the idea. Enjoy! :)

Summary: After a stressful week and a rough patrol, you let Matt use you in whatever way he needs. Something accidentally slips out of your lips, and to your surprise, Matt seems to like it.

Warnings: Smut, complete and utter smut (rough sex, light choking, some biting, creampie--daddy kink, breeding kink) fluff, incredible softness from our Matthew

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,142

You swear that you thought you said “Matty.” When Matt fucks you like this—a hard, rough, mind-scrambling fuck after a build up of work frustrations and a rough night on patrol—you whine his favorite nickname. It makes him go absolutely feral.

You honestly don’t know how “daddy” slipped out.

But it did some thing to Matt, moving the grip on your hips to a new angle, squeezing red marks into your flesh that are sure to turn to bruises.

“Call me daddy again, and I’m gonna make you a mommy,” Matt grunts in you ear as he pounds into you from behind. “You want that, huh? Want me to make you a mommy?”

A strangled, incoherent moan falls from your lips as he doesn’t miss a beat in his thrusts.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum?” he grunts again. “You want me to cum inside of you? Feel my cock pulse inside you and coat that pretty little cunt with my cum?”

“Fuck.”

“I need more that that, angel.” His teeth nip at your skin, marking up your upper back and neck, not bothering to try and soothe the bites with his tongue. “Use your words and tell me what you want from me.”

“Matty,” you groan. Of course, now it comes out right. “Cum in me, Matty. Fuck me good and fill me with your cum. I need you, Matty. I need you to cum in me.”

You can feel Matt’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls in your ear.

Matt moves his hands from your hips, wrapping one arm around your middle and the other hand carefully around your neck, adjusting you so you’re upright up on your knees, Matt’s hips never once faltering. The angle is amazing, letting Matt hit in you deeper than you think he’s ever reached before. His hot breath tickles your skin, and his lips cause goosebumps to dance across its surface. You reach back, weaving your fingers through his soft locks, your nails lightly raking along his scalp as he ruts into you.

“Matt,” you whimper. “So good, Matty.”

“Fuck, angel,” he grunts. “My perfect little angel.”

Matt releases his hold on you, twisting you around at an alarming pace so you sit in his lap, draping your arms around his shoulders as he continues to move in you. Matt’s lips hungrily chase yours, your kisses sloppy and desperate for as much contact as they can muster as his hands cement themselves high up on your sides. The moans and whimpers that vibrate out from your throats are captured by each other’s mouths, your bodies beginning to press impossibly close to one another.

Removing his lips from yours, he peppers large, wet kisses all over your skin.

“Matty,” you whimper, leaning forward, nuzzling your face into his neck. “Matty.”

With one sharp thrust, Matt rips an intense orgasm from your body, your cries of pleasure not particularly well-muffled against his skin. As you cling onto Matt for dear life as you have what you’re pretty sure is the longest orgasm of your life, he buries himself deep inside of you and unloads into you. The warmth of his cum makes you feel tingly, and there’s so much of it, you feel it drip out, even though he is still buried deep inside of you and isn’t finished enjoying his high. Your bodies remain tangled together as you collapse on the bed, using each other’s body to help you come back down to earth.

With a soft kiss pressed against your cheek, Matt slowly pulls out his softening cock, both of you whimpering at the loss and the sensitivity from your excursion. There is a heavy silence in the room, and you can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or from the one word that brought the two of you into this situation.

Matt is the first one to break the silence. “So.”

“I didn’t mean—,” you start, and Matt chuckles, kissing your cheek once more.

“I know you didn’t,” he murmurs, his lips moving against your skin.

Your face still burns hot with embarrassment. “I don’t have a daddy kink, I swear.”

The smile of an angel replaces the one from the Devil that was out just minutes earlier. “I know, sweetheart.” One of his hands travels down your waist and along your inner thighs, feeling the sticky mess that lays like a crime scene in between your legs. “There’s another sort of kink in there, though.”

“Shut your face, Murdock.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, angel,” he chuckles, pressing a sweet and soft kiss into your hair. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love feeling you like that.” He trails his nose down the side of your cheek, pressing a kiss into your neck. “I want to start a family with you.”

You crane your neck back to look at him better. “What?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think I wanted one, but with you . . . I think I’m ready. I think we’re ready.”

“You want to have a family with me?”

“I wouldn’t want to start one with anyone else.”

Tears sting at your eyes, causing you to rapidly blink and nuzzle down into Matt’s chest.

“(Y/N)?” he asks softly, his warm hand running down the line of your back.

“I love you,” you mutter into his skin, pressing a soft kiss right above where his heart beats in his chest.

“I love you, too, angel.”

“I want to have a family with you, too.”

You feel Matt take a deep breath in as he holds onto you tighter, basking in the feeling of your skin and the smell of your body.

“Matty, you’re squishing me,” you mumble, chuckling as your cheeks smush against him.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, pushing hair from your face as you look up at his face. It always looks softer after sex: cheeks flushed, eyes sparklier, hair fluffier, the line at the corners of his eyes like little smiles. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“Me too. I think if you want to stay in the good graces of my parents, though, we might have to take a few more official steps.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

Leaning down and closing the gap between your lips, the kiss you share feels like magic. “Yeah,” he confirms, his voice happy and gravely. “But nothing says we can’t practice a bit. I mean, there’s timing and the positions.” Matt takes a moment to pause and sigh dramatically as a big smirk remains plastered on his lips. “We want this to go well, and you know what they say about practice.”

“Can’t argue with that logic, Mr. Murdock,” you smile.

“No you cannot,” he beams right back, rolling on top of you and kissing you once more.

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deviouz · 6 months

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. . . late night devil (put your hands on me)

and never, never, never ever let go.

pairing: matthew murdock x fem!reader

summary: matthew murdock was an enigma. how could someone love you so dearly yet shatter your very soul?

warnings: mostly angst with smut sprinkled in, slight toxicity in the relationship(?), matt thinks sex will make up for everything ):

you weren’t sure why you had let him back in.

maybe it was the way he made you feel safe, like you were bulletproof whenever he was by your side. he was so attentive in that way, always knowing just what to say to satiate that hesitant, unsure voice ringing in the back of your head. he kept things quiet, made the bad thoughts go away just by smiling wife enough you could see it go up to his eyes, crinkling on either side of the chestnut brown irises that flecked with gold whenever the sun hit them just right.

it could be the way his words made you feel like you were absolutely, irrevocably made for him and him alone. he could sing sonnets so easily. he’d hold you close, voice just a whisper in your ear, and you swore he’d hear the metaphorical butterflies in your stomach eventually. he’d tease you on the way your heart fluttered with every praise and announcement of his love. you knew he loved you. that much was evident by the way he’d hold you so closely, like he thought you’d disappear if he let up even just a little. your reassurances did little to soothe the pain in his heart. he knew he wouldn’t have you forever. the murdock luck simply wouldn’t allow it.

it killed you to see him come back all bruised and battered, bruises painted across ivory skin. he was breakable, could be taken away from you just like that. you’d only ever breakdown after he was blocks away, all patched up and ready to go. the sobs you would let out echoed in his mind, reverberating throughout his very being. it haunted him at night knowing he was the one who caused you so much grief.

matt just couldn’t help himself.

his heart felt fuller each time you welcomed him back with open arms. he’d like to think he makes up for the sorrow every now and again. his penance, if you will.

he treated you like an alter. matt would repent, spending hours between your legs, strong arms wrapped around your thighs as he took you apart with his lips and tongue. he would devote himself to you entirely. there was nothing else — just you and him.

the way he had you calling his name so loudly, wantonly was so sinful. matt would beg for your forgiveness in his own way. he’d have you seeing stars, the feeling of his fingers buried deep in your heat so prominent you were sure you’d be absolutely ruined for anyone else.

matthew murdock was a devil disguised as an angel, and you were his saving grace.

he’d atone for his sins and consecrate everything he had to devote himself to you entirely. with every plea and desperate cry of his name, he’d fall harder.

you let him back in because you were no better than he was. you needed him just as badly as he needed you.

for the pain and turmoil the devil of hell’s kitchen caused you, matthew, your matthew, would make up for it. caged between his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, foreheads touching as you both sanctified your love for each other.

and as you watched him stumble into your bedroom, pitifully dropping to his knees before you, all of the anger and pain and resentment washed away.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

you’d let him press his face into your stomach, kevlar-bladder arms holding you close. you weren’t going to disappear. how could you? you both needed each other more than anything in the world. nothing else could suffice — hell, nothing else could even come close.

“i know you are, matthew.”

the tears didn’t take long to crest down your cheeks, the corners of your lips turned upwards into a sad, saccharine smile.

“let me make it up to you. let-let me show you how much you mean to me.”

the mask came off, the red horns and devilish eyes thrown across the room. there he was. your matthew.

“okay.”

you could never let go.

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megthemewlingquim · 1 month

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me going back and writing the same one shot that i've been working on since last year

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x reader smut #daredevil

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0ctober-writes · 6 months

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Matt Murdock ABC Headcanons (NS/FW)

See my SFW ABC headcanons for Matt here!!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Matt is extremely attentive, even if it looks like he's spacing out. He takes special care to listen to your heartbeat, smell any spikes in hormones, or feel you start to shake or twitch. He doesn't have to ask if you're okay because he already knows the answer. He loves having his hands on you, rubbing your back, playing with your hair, and holding your hand. He also enjoys laying your head on his chest so you can listen to each other's heartbeats.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His hands are his favorite by far. Hands are already sensitive, but with his heightened senses it's increased over one hundred times. He can feel every dip, curve, scar, and stretch mark on your skin and it makes him feral. He especially loves how it feels to touch you down there. Whether you have a cock or clit, he can feel the way it hardens and twitchss in his touch. No matter what hole you're using, he can feel every inch inside of you and how you tighten around his fingers when you're close.

His favorite body part on you is your heart. Yeah it sounds creepy, but it's true! He can hear how it skips a beat when he flustera you, how it slows when you're relaxed against him, and how it speeds up when you're close. He always knows when you're happy, sad, or angry. Being the only person to know this part of your body so well is extremely intimate for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always knows when you're about to cum. He can feel the rush of blood to your skin, the increase of your heartbeats, and the way your hole tightens or clit/cock twitches. Despite this, he still makes or begs you to tell him when you're close because he loves how desperate you sound.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really likes erotica. Whether in braille or audiobook form, it's one of his favorite genres to read. He also enjoys the occasional Soundgasm or other porn audio.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what you're doing?)

Matt has lots of experience! Like Foggy said, girls love the whole "handsome wounded duck" thing he has going on. I'd say he has at least 7 girls (and maybe guys or more 👀) under his belt. He definitely knows his way around the human body, and with his heightened senses he knows exactly what to do and how to touch someone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Pretzel dip and face-to-face cuddlefucking. He loves being able to kiss you and and let you see his face. They're very intimate positions for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Matt is more serious and intimate during sex. He might laugh when you crack a joke, or make his own if you're feeling extra nervous. Otherwise it's full of praises and "I love yous."

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As much as I LOVE hairy Murdock, he is definitely either clean shaven or trimmed up short. Because of his heightened senses, he can feel every individual hair against his skin and it itches him horribly. Shaving is also an uncomfortable experience for him, but it's a lot more bearable than going natural.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with Matt is always loving, passionate, and intimate. The way he worships your body is downright blasphemous. He has a hard time expressing his feelings for you in words, so he does it physically. Expect plenty of compliments and loving words that'll have you squealing and kicking your feet!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There are upsides and downsides to having senses like Matt's. On one hand, touching himself is pleasurable on a whole other level, leaving him on fire. On the other hand, the rest of his senses are also doing their thing, and it can sometimes be hard for him to drown out the rest of the world long enough to focus on himself. He's definitely a classic hand and lube kinda guy, maybe with some audio porn going. If he's feeling extra desperate he might use his stroker.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He looooves blindfolding you! Forcing you to rely on your senses the way that he has to gets him off like crazy. He's also a huge service top, so expect plenty of attention from him. I also think he's a sub but that's a whole other can of worms.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to keep sex in the bedroom, whether it's his or yours. He loves smelling your scents mixing together during sex, he feels absolutely enveloped in you. He might adventure to shower sex, couch sex, maybe even kitchen sex, but it'll never leave the privacy of your homes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your noises. Haaring you moan, whine, and whimper for him drives him mad. Hearing your puffs of breath and "I love yous" in between pants is better than any orgasm could ever be. Listening to your heartbeat speed up, smelling your pheromones, and feeling the way your skin lights a fire under his touch also help. He's a little disappointed that he won't ever be able to see the faces you make when he pleasures you, but everything else he gets to experience more than makes up for it.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He can't stand to hurt you. Maybe hair pulling or choking, but it won't be common occurrence. He can hear, feel, and even smell the way your body reacts to being hurt, and it's extremely distressing for him, even if part of it is arousal. He's much more open to you hurting him instead!

He also would never be okay with wearing the Daredevil suit during sex. That's a part of him that he likes to keep as separated as possible from his personal life, so don't expect any quickies during his patrols.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He 100% prefers giving oral. He can taste you so strongly, can feel you getting wetter and needier on his tongue, smell your arousal just under his nose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, hard, and sensual. He's not very big on fast, rough sex unless it's you riding him and being a little mean.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Matt isn't the biggest fan of quickies. If he's gonna have sex with you, he wants to spend enough time to take care of you thoroughly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's comfortable with light experimentation with you. Light restraints, a little roleplay, and potentially slight masochism on his end. Overall he doesn't do risk, though, especially not any form of public sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Matt has insane stamina. You think someone getting hooked in the stomach and still walking it off can't go multiple rounds? That being said, he's almost always satisfied with cumming once, and is only interested in doing more to please you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Matt owns one (1) singular toy: a plain stroker. Not too special, just has a few bumps and ridges on the inside. However, after dating you, he'd probably invest in quite a few more toys to try out on you. A vibrator and suction toy are musts, maybe even a cock ring if you want it bad enough. I also think he'd have a strap for you to use on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He rarely teases you. He's only done it a handful of times when he's felt extra mischievous, but for the most part his goal is to give you whatever you want and however much you want. Besides, he's so weak for your noises that he can hardly stand to tell you no.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matt's decently loud. Lots of groaning, moaning, and even whimpers if you get him in the right mood. He's always conscious not to get so loud that the neighbors can hear, though!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He cums hard. He's so sensitive and his orgasms feel like explosions for him.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Uncut cock, 6 inches (give or take a few centimeters) but thick as fuck. Big, beautiful tits and balls 😍

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty moderate to low sex drive. Because of how intense his orgasms are, he usually feels quite satiated for a while. There's also working two jobs at once, so he's usually too tired to do much on most nights.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

Matt doesn't get too sleepy after sex. He usually wants to stay up, talk and bullshit with you a bit, maybe read a book or review cases. As long as you're close by, preferably in his lap, cuddling up to him, or near enough that he can touch you, he's satisfied. Besides, he likes to listen to you fall asleep.

#Matt Murdock #Matt Murdock x Reader #Matt Murdock x Reader Smut #Matt Murdock Headcanon #Matt Murdocn Headcanons #my writing #my headcanons #mine

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deceitfuldevil · 2 years

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No Sympathy for the Devil

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: Matt had been paying very little attention to you lately, and was always showing up to work bloody and bruised from a night full of vigilante activities. He never even came home in the evenings anymore, just went straight to the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. You were tired of this, frustrated he wasn’t coming home to please you every night. So despite a mutual agreement to not be overly affectionate with each other at work, you give Matt a taste of what he’s missing. You leave him high and dry, assuring him that he could make up for his recent absence in the evening. But Matt wasn’t one to negotiate like that, and you were going to pay.

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), AFAB reader, mentions of blood and bruises, established relationship, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, teasing, verbal degradation, pet names (sweetheart, darling. . . whore), swearing, p in v sex, penatration, choking, just so much flith.

Word Count: 2.3K

As of late, Matt had been a little too involved with his nightly daredevil activities and not involved enough with work; and barely involved with you at all. This frustrated you, hell it frustrated Foggy and Karen too because Matt had promised them he could balance his work life with his viligate duties. Now he was leaving straight for the streets straight after work, and only coming home maybe an hour before you woke up to change into a new suit. Foggy noticed new bruises every day, Karen inconspicuously wiped blood off the back of his head when he was speaking to clients.

It was the worst for you. In order to maintain some level of professionalism you acted only as what you were hired for, an office assistant. Even if you had been seeing Matt for months now and were even living with him, you both agreed it wouldn't be appropriate to show your relationship in front of clients. So you were proper and polite during the day, fulfilling your job expectations for Karen, Matt, and Foggy. You always eagerly awaited the evenings when the work day was through and you could come home to Matt and be your loving self with him. But you weren’t getting those nights anyone, all you got was sleepless nights and dissatisfying orgasms from trying to please yourself half as good as Matt did.

You decided if Matt wasn’t going to change his ways and see how his actions were affecting others, you’d show him. Oh no no no, you’d tease him, give him a reason to come home.

You decided to show up to work commando, knowing Matt would be the only one to notice. A short pencil skirt and silk blouse, something he would enjoy running his fingers over. You were teasing him, trailing around him all day. When Foggy and Karen said they were going out to lunch and offered for Matt to join them he was about to say yes when you came in front of him and palmed him through his slacks and whispered “stay here.”

Matt took a deep gulp and shakily announced that he would be staying back. Foggy and Karen bid their goodbyes and went on their way. As soon as you heard the door click shut you backed Matt into his office chair and propped yourself up on his desk. Spreading your legs wide you took Matt’s hand in yours and guided it to your uncovered heat. He let out a silent moan feeling your slick wetness that was starting to pool on his desk.

“You know how much I admire you, Matty?” You asked, your free hand coming to his chin and staring into his red lenses. Matt just nodded subtly as you helped him dip two fingers into your entrance.

“I admire your everlasting search for the good in people, and the undying fight against everyone who’s done nothing but bad. You’re so good Matty.” You praised with an affectionate voice. Matt’s hands started to move on their accord as he pumped his rough fingers in and out of you.

“What I don’t admire is when you leave me sitting all alone at night, waiting for you to come home.” You said, causing Matt’s fingers to come to a halt.

“I get lonely, Matthew. I also worry, I miss you late at night. You know, I’m surprised you don’t hear my moans when I’m desperately trying to use my own fingers to fuck myself half as good as you do.” You confessed, a considerable tent growing in Matt’s boxers.

“Y/n I—”

“Ah ah” you stopped Matt’s attempts to apologize for his absence.

“You will make up for all this tonight…” you started, taking Matt’s wrist and pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt. You tried to not whine at the loss of contact, bringing his fingers to your lips and licking yourself off of them. “Understood?” You said, closing your legs and hopping off Matt's desk. But he grabbed your wrist without looking at you and said. “You know I don’t like negotiations, sweetheart.” Matt said with a warning tone.

“You negotiate for a living Matty, don’t lie to me.” You said, pressing a chasté kiss to his lips and making your way to the door of his office. “I’ll see you tonight, Matthew.” You with an authoritative tone, like it was an order. You shut the door behind you with a smile and exited the office announcing you’d be taking a half day when you met up with Karen and Foggy at the bottom of the stairwell.

Despite how things went down at the office, Matt was the one ordering you around by the time he got home.

You were sitting peacefully on the couch in an old dress shirt of Matt’s just waiting for him, and when he came home he brought hell with him. He stood in front of you still clad in his work suit, tossing his cane aside.

“On your knees, now sweetheart.” Matt said, voice firm and deep with lust. You sat there, shocked for a second; a second too long apparently.

“Don’t make me ask again.” Matt said, promoting you to fall to your knees. “Good girl.” Matt said running a hand through your hair, but then once he had your hair bundled into a ponytail he harshly tugged in it causing a moan to squeak out of you.

“Now suck me off.” He ordered, and you were in no place not to comply. You knew what Matt was doing, asserting dominance. He may have liked your little show back at the office but he needed you to understand that he was in control. But that’s exactly what you wanted, for Matt to exert his entire control over you.

You hastily unbuckled Matt’s belt and pulled down his slacks. He was already at half mast by the time you got his boxers off. Matt stood still, patiently waiting for you to start. You took his impressive length in your hands and started to pump, looking up to Matt to see his reaction but there was nothing. You could’ve been sucking off his ear for all the emotion he was showing.

This only furthered your desire to please him, to fulfill his orders. You licked a bold stripe up the underside of his proud cock, but not even a slight gasp fell from his lips. You doubled down in your efforts, swirling your tongue around his tip and deep throating him to the point that tears began to form in your eyes. You sucked and gagged until you barely started to hear Matt choke up on the air around him. This encouraged your efforts until Matt tighten his fist in your hair again and pull your mouth off of his throbbing cock.

“Your dirty mouth doesn’t deserve to taste my cum, not with the way you bossed me around today.” Matt said, keeping your neck stretched as your jaw stayed slack after sucking him off. “Say it.” Matt ordered “say that you have a dirty mouth.” He added.

“I have a dirty mouth.” You admitted.

“And?” Matt prompted, he didn’t say what he wanted you to admit but you know what he was asking for. The same thing he always made you say, the thing that for you weak at the knees every time you said it.

“And I’m your little whore.” You furthered on, it’s a good thing you were already on your knees. “That’s right, good girl. Now go to the bedroom, missionary.” He ordered, making you think twice. Missionary wasn’t his go-to when he was being rough, it was always doggy or cowgirl. Missionary was for when he wanted to be sweet and savor the moment with you.

“Missionary?” You asked.

“Yes, and don’t make me think twice about it.” Matt barked, making you scurry to your feet and rush to the bedroom. You stripped yourself of your clothes and awaited Matt patiently on the bed. He walked in the bedroom stark naked with his cock standing proud. It was a sight to behold, one that made you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. “Ah ah, legs spread darling.” Matt warned, one firm hand spreading your legs anyways.

You thought Matt would get straight to fucking the shit out of you, but when he replaced his hand on your thigh with his lips you let out a shocked gasp. “Matt I—” you cried as he kissed all over your soft thighs, getting dangerously close to your heat.

“Consider this my apology.” Matt said lowly, diving straight into your slick folds. You moaned out as an immense wave of pleasure immediately overtook your body, Matt's nose brushing up against your clit as his tongue teased your entrance. Your hands flew to tug in his brown locks, only edging him on further. There was a part of you that wanted to try to stay as silent as possible after how little emotion he showed when he had you suck him off, but another part of you was enjoying this too much; and you knew that he was too.

His tongue pulsates in and out of your entrance with greed and desire, pushing his face further into your cunt so his nose pressed harshly against your clit. He started to moan as he devoured you, purposely sending pleasureful vibrations through your core. Your thighs wrapped tightly around his head as you could feel yourself starting to fall off the edge, you tried to fuck your self against his face getting ready to let go but Matt stopped you.

His strong hand came up and pressed down on your hip. The other hand slipping between his shoulder and your thigh, he pinned you down and pulled his face out of your soaked core. Right as you were seconds away from falling apart, you let out a frustrated moan as Matt fully pulled away from you.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, sweetheart.” Matt said with a wide grin, knowing what he just took from you. You let out another exasperated breathe. “You’ll cum on my cock, like the good girl you are.” Matt said sternly. He leaned forward and captured your lips in his, making you taste yourself on him. He kissed you passionately, with vigor. This was Matt’s way of saying sorry for not coming home all those nights, and his way of making up for it.

He pulled away and gently cradled your face, a moment of softness in all the rough. “I love you.” He said softly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before he lined himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, sweetly, Matt pushed his thick cock inside your slick cunt. One thing you’d never get used to being in a relationship with Matt was his size, he always stretched you out to a delicious extent. And you let him know of that now when you felt him bottom out inside of you, moaning loudly.

Once Matt could feel that you had adjusted to his girth, he slowly dragged out and pressed back into you. Breathless groans left both your lips as his pace gradually picked up, your hands raking up and down Matt’s back making your mark. Matt brought one hand on the hip as he started to slam into to have something to hold onto. His other hand was now wrapped around your throat as he delightfully squeezed the sides cutting off your blood-flow gently.

Things started to feel hazy and soft, you were coming up on that edge again as Matt thrusted harder and harder, absolutely destroying your pussy. “I know you’re close sweetheart, so am I.” Matt stated, the hand that was on your hip coming around and using his calloused thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit.

“Come with me, let me hear your pretty moans when you fall apart on my cock.” and that you did, you cried out as pleasure took over your body and your mind. You swore you were seeing stars as you could feel Matt’s thrusts faltering, his white hot streaks painting your insides.

After that things became blurry, you couldn’t remember how long ago you came or when Matt pulled out but the next thing you knew Matt was cleaning up between your legs with a damp washcloth.

After that the next thing you remembered was Matt flopping next to you on the bed and pulling you into his side, letting you rest your head on his chest. After what felt like hours, even if it was only a minute or so, he spoke.

“Are you alright darling? Or are you still fucked out?” You just looked up at him and flashed a dopey smile, not saying a word. “Still fucked out I see, just go to sleep darling.” Matt encouraged with a small laugh.

“I love you so much Matty.” you confessed, like you were some schoolgirl admitting your feelings for him for the first time. You could hear Matt’s heart skip a beat or two with one ear resting on his chest.

“I love you too y/n, so much.” He said, letting his lips fall to your forehead. You just smiled blissfully and nodded off to sleep.

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Damn that was kinky, anyways if anyone watched Jessica Jones a certain scene with Hogarth inspired this so guess what I’m referencing in the comments <3 kudos to @wannabemurdock for helping me pick a title for this filthy fic ages ago when I wrote it. At the time this is posting I’m nearing the end of my summer camp job!! So cool, anyways thanks for reading and let me know what you thought!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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