october

they/thon, 19, t4t lesbian.

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Was 0ctober-Writes (sideblog) but then my main got sussed, so here we are!

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Rest in Peace SarahsSanctuary/thekellinunderthevic, we will all remember your story Lavender, featuring a biphobic society where bisexual people have lavender eyes and also are thrown out into a wasteland 🫡

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Does anyone have the link to that Eddie Munson x Reader fanfic where Reader decides to run away with Eddie, who proceeds to murder a couple people on their way and in the end snuffs Reader? I think they were going to California or something?

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A little Good Omens repaint of Madame X by J.S.Sargent ✨

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matt being a dad is so special to me. more dad! matt hcs pls 🤲🤲

ahhh yes dad!matt !!! (this is for afab!reader)

• deep down right to my bones i really believe matt is a girl dad, there is something about him that screams girl dad in all the best ways

• on his desk at work he’d have a picture of you, just after giving birth with baby on ur chest. you hate the picture and you always tease him saying he can’t even see it anyway, but his response is just always “i just like knowing i have you both there while i work.”

• when he’s out as daredevil, each hour he gets onto the roof across from his apartment and just listens to you looking after baby. smiles to himself about how proud of you he is.

• when you need rest this man takes baby to work. like he tries to focus on both, because he can tell you need a rest and more sleep - but him, foggy and karen literally get so distracted and play with baby all day - 0 files completed.

[hansoeii]

the girls!

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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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Behind Closed Doors and Paper-Thin Walls

Tags: switch!Matt Murdock x switch!Reader, Reader is being horny and fantasizing a lot (bondage & pegging), Matt is a voyeur, Foggy is an innocent bystander. (2,767 words).

Being a paralegal under your husband's and his best friend's law firm seems like a dream come true, but sometimes the close proximity gets to you and Matt. (Read on ao3!)

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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Chrysalis

Tags: transfem!Matt Murdock x Reader, coming out angst, references to transmisogynistic violence (not toward Matt), transition from he to she pronouns. (1,912 words)

You thought you knew Matt better than anyone. There were no secrets between you, not even about Daredevil. Except all week he's been acting strange and hasn't won't say anything to you about what's bothering him. Until this morning. (Read on AO3)

When you first met Matt, it was love at first sight.

You were in Torts, all alone without any friends to buffer the awkwardness and nerves of your first day of law school. You wrote scribbles in your notebook to at least appear busy, but you were anxious the people behind you thought you were a lunatic. It really shouldn't matter, you thought to yourself, they're all in the same boat that you're in.

To your utter horror, two people sat beside you. A blond man with frizzy locks and a brunette wearing rectangular shades. It didn't take you long to pick up that the latter was blind, folding up his white cane and stuffing it in his backpack, or to know that they were close friends. The blond wouldn't stop talking, a nervous edge to his voice as he found a million ways to affirm that what was happening was real and not just a fantasy. You felt so awkward being seemingly the only one without a companion, everyone else in the room at least chatting with the strangers sitting around them.

Almost as if he could read your mind, the brunette turned his head in your direction and smiled. That fucking smile. Little fireworks errupted in your chest while you tried to scramble for an appropriate response. You settled on smiling back with a raise of your hand in a vague reference to a way, that seemed reasonable enough.

“She just waved at you, by the way,” the blond informed his friend, turning his attention to the interaction once he realized he wasn't being listened to anymore.

Your eyes widened and your whole body tingled from how fast it heated up in embarrassment. “Oh shit, I'm sorry–”

The brunette chuckled a little bit, still grinning at you. “No no, it's okay, Foggy here does it all the time,” he reasured.

It eased you a little bit to hear that, but you still felt flustered by the interaction. The blond, Foggy, quickly introduced himself to you as "Matt's" best friend and wingman. Despite your initial apprehension, you found yourself increasingly grateful that they chose to sit with you. When the professor walked in and began introducing herself, you felt much less intimidated by what lay ahead of you.

Ever since then, you and Matt were as attached as he and Foggy were. You shared secrets, accomplishments, and hardships. No matter what, he always had your back. When your relationship developed romantically, just a week after Matt and Foggy decided to start their own firm, that flourished as well. He shared Daredevil with you, showing the suit to you when it was made, and coming to you for comfort when the work got particularly draining. Nothing was hidden between you two, you knew each other better than you knew yourselves.

At least, that's what you thought.

The past week, Matt had been exceptionally quiet, but you chalked it up to stress or just one of those moods. He didn't always feel like talking, about his feelings or in general, so you'd gotten used to periods of comfortable silence. They'd never lasted this long, though, and you were starting to worry he was shutting you out about something to do with work or Daredevil. You knew you couldn't pry, it would only push him deep into his shell. You had to wait for him to come to you, like he always inevitably did.

This morning, things were different. Matt barely said a thing that morning, he seemed spaced out, and his hands shook the slightest bit when he poured you both a cup of coffee. You bit your tongue and resigned yourself to leading the conversations and offering him affection, hoping it would melt away whatever was holding him back.

After breakfast, the two of you lounged together on the couch. He had his head on your shoulder and eyes closed as he listened to the TV show you were currently enthralled in, his own way of watching things with you. At least, you thought he was listening, absentmindedly scratching your nails in his hair and focusing your attention on the scene playing out. You felt his legs shaking a bit, like he was refraining from bouncing them in anxiety.

Then, Matt took a deep breath.

He pulled himself out of your touch, opening his eyes and raising them to about where your face was. You looked at him, the TV, and then back at him. You grabbed the remote and paused your show, already knowing whatever was happening was probably a big deal.

You saw the fear in Matt's whole face. A wobbly bottom lip, wide eyes, shaky breaths. He was trying to say something, but it was taking everything to convince himself to do it. You placed your hand on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you okay, Matty?” You gently coaxed. He shrugged in response. “It's okay, baby, you're safe. It's just me, okay?” This appeared to put him at ease, albeit just a little.

With a sharp inhale, Matt stilled all at once. His words still shook as he began.

“I've been thinking about this for a really long time, and I came to a realization a few weeks ago,” Matt began. “I didn't want to keep it from you, because you deserve to know, but I'm just so scared you'll hate me or feel differently about me.”

Now you were full of nerves. Your heart beat rapidly as you tried not to jump to conclusions. You couldn't think of any reason you would hate him, not unless he cheated or something else just as extreme. That wasn't possible, though, Matt loved you and would never do anything like that. What else was there?

Finally, the words fell from Matt's lips.

“I'm a woman.”

Your eyes widened, absolutely blindsided by the revelation. You never expected this from her, not in a million years, and you weren't sure what to say other than–

“I love you.”

Maybe it was the right thing to say, or maybe she could just tell from sensing your body's reactions, but she let out a cry of relief. All the pent up emotions, all the fear, flooded out all at once as her face crumpled and her eyes turned red from the salt in her tears.

You jumped into action, pulling her into you and resting her head on your shoulder. She clung onto you, gripping the back of your shirt and letting out sobs into your neck. You shushed her quietly, holding her tightly against you with one hand and enveloping your other in her hair, scratching her scalp how you know she likes. The two of you rock back and forth slightly, letting out all of your emotions into each other. A few tears slipped from you, empathy crying for the pain she must have felt all this time.

The pair of you stayed like that for quite a while, Matt letting everything out. Eventually, she pulled back and faced you again with bloodshot eyes.

“Are we okay?” She whimpered, probably searching for any sign of disgust, anger, or hatred from you. But there was none.

“Yes, Matt, we're always okay,” you said, kissing her for a moment as confirmation. “I'm sorry I made you think you couldn't come to me about this. I'd never hate you for being trans or anything else, I love whatever you are.”

Matt shook her head, a weak smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just still scary. You can never know exactly how someone will react.”

You hummed in response, grabbing her hands for probably the millionth time that day. Questions lingered on your tongue, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to say and not say for this.

“You can say what you want,” Matt interrupted your thoughts. She sensed your sudden apprehension.

“Um, is it okay if I ask questions? It's totally okay if not, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable! I just, uh, wanna make sure I get everything right,” you rambled.

At this, Matt finally did smile, laughing a little bit at your eagerness to support her. “Yeah, go ahead and ask whatever you want.”

“Okay,” you began, “when did you find out? How did you find out?”

Matt blinked a few times, biting her lip. “Uh... Late September.” That was almost four weeks ago. “I first started feeling confused in July, when I had that defense case with the woman who stabbed her boyfriend? She was... She was like me, as you know. I don't know, I guess I knew people like that existed, but I'd never met them. So coming face to face, talking with her about how she felt, it made me... Scared, I guess. Because I related so much to her.”

You nodded in understanding, knowing she sensed it. “I remember her, Courtney. I felt really bad for her, she had it rough.”

“Yeah, she did. Um, then I went online, and the library, and tried to find anything about transgender people. Everything I heard hit so close to home, but I couldn't accept it,” Matt said. “And one night, I just... Woke up. I forgot to shave that morning, and it bothered me all day. When I finally go home late, I went straight to the bathroom and shaved my face and then... I just started crying. It was like all at once I knew I couldn't stop pretending to be someone I'm not.”

“Thank you for telling me all this. It was probably really hard for you,” you said.

Matt sighed. “Yeah, it was, and I hated hiding it all from you. I just wanted to tell you, to tell Foggy and Karen, but I was scared. So scared what happened to Courtney could... could happen to me. Even if I know none of you would ever do something like her boyfriend did.”

“I understand, you knew the horror stories, I take no offense,” you reassured. ”I do have, um some more questions. One, what can I call you? Two, what are the... physical changes you'll make?”

You received a sheepish smile in response, Matt clearly a little embarrassed about revealing even more personal details. “Matt is, uh, Matt is fine. I like it. She-her works too,” she tried to play it off nonchalantly. “And I don't know about hormones or surgeries or anything. I don't not like my body, I just wish it wasn't seen as a man's body. I've been looking into laser hair removal for my face, though, I want that gone.”

It was a lot to take in, but nothing you weren't ready to accept. You pulled Matt into another hug, just as tight as before, earning an "oomph!" from her. You kissed the side of her shoulder lovingly.

“Whatever you do, I'll always support you. I love you, I love my beautiful girlfriend,” you said. At this, Matt teared up again, finally reassured once and for all that you accepted her as the woman she is.

“I love you too, so, so much,” Matt whispered back.

Once you were done hugging, crying, and kissing it out, Matt told you about the websites and books she read. She curled up close to you while you tapped away on your phone, soaking in as much of the information as you could. You were thrilled to have your happy woman back.

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tsubaki is like a deer in headlights

[witchofanguish]

oh so you think you're too good for schoolgirl yuri? go to hell

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Overstimulation

Tags: sub!Matt Murdock x mommydom!Reader, Reader is being mean and overstimming Matt, Matt is being a subby little baby about it. (724 words, read it on ao3!)

In the courtroom, Matt Murdock was in complete control. The attention of the jury hung on every word he uttered, every gesture he made. On the surface, he's the epitome of domination. In the isolation of your bedroom, he falls apart for you.

“F-Fuck, please, can't take anymore, mommy,” he hisses through his grit teeth. The sheets are whiteknuckled in his hands as he fights the urge to push you away from him. He'd already cum twice, but you showed no signs of stopping.

With a light pop from your lips, you pull your mouth off of his cock. “Mommy's not done tasting you, sweet boy,” you tease in reply, your hand stroking his already spent cock as you speak. “Can you take a little more for me like a good boy?”

Before Matt can reply, you dip your head back down and stroke your tongue against his frenulum. This sends his hips bucking up, a desperate attempt to limit the overwhelming sensation. You sigh at him and shove his hips down, your fingers leaving light bruises from your grip.

“Ah! I'm sorry, mommy! 'm sorry!” Matt gasps out, terrified that he's pushed too far and might get punished. “I'll be your good boy, promise, I'll take it all.”

You bite your lip to hold back your grin, absolutely in awe at how cute he gets when he's pathetically begging for your forgiveness. You kiss his sticky tip and his cock twitches.

“That's it, there's the obedient boy your mommy loves. Now stay still,” you instruct, and once again, your tongue finds its way against Matt's cock.

It's impossible, of course, for Matt to stay still with how sensitive, and borderline in pain, his cock was from your endless torture. You settle for keeping his hips pinned against the mattress as your tongue travels down to his balls. A pathetic whimper rips out of his throat when you roll them around on your tongue, his cock twitching uncontrollable against your face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck I can't, 'm gonna cum, Mommy please–” Matt cries out. His entire upper body is shaking from the strength it's taking to keep his hands to himself.

You hum in acknowledgement. Pulling away just long enough to lick the spit from your lips, your mouth quickly finds it way back around your sweet boy's cock. It throbs against your tongue as you bob your head up and down, humming ever so frequently in the way you know he likes.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, cumming, I'm cumming, fuck please I can't– fuck!” Matt's entire body jolts with a moan, curling in on himself. His hands fly to your hair as he pushes you down and his cock twitches in your mouth. He's whimpering and whining through his entire orgasm. It's dry, only a little dribble of cum spurting its way down your throat.

You give a few final licks to Matt's cock, the poor man so spent he can barely muster a few shivers in response. When you finally let it fall from your mouth, it lands in a big, wet mess on his tummy, quickly going soft.

“You did so good, baby, you were perfect, such a good boy for your mommy. Are you okay? How's my angel doing?” You immediately begin doting on him, helping him stretch back up from his curled position and rubbing the–no doubt sore–muscles in his arms.

Matt takes a minute to clear his throat, a croaky cough coming out before he speaks. “I'm okay, mommy, promise,” he slurs out. His eyelids are droopy and his eyes cloudy with subspace.

“Aww, that's good!” You coo at him. You push back his ruffled hair and kiss his forehead. “Not too much?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, it was perfect. Thank you for making me feel so good, mommy.”

If your heart wasn't already exploding and your brain melting, it certainly was now. You hold one of his hands in yours and give it about a million squeezes.

“How about we get you cleaned up? We can listen to that podcast you're going crazy over,” you offer to him.

“Yes, please,” he hums, slowly sitting up with your help. He holds onto you tightly as he stands, and the two of you go to the bathroom for showers and murder mysteries.

[devilw-rites]

Chrysalis

Tags: transfem!Matt Murdock x Reader, coming out angst, references to transmisogynistic violence (not toward Matt), transition from he to she pronouns. (1,912 words)

You thought you knew Matt better than anyone. There were no secrets between you, not even about Daredevil. Except all week he's been acting strange and hasn't won't say anything to you about what's bothering him. Until this morning. (Read on AO3)

When you first met Matt, it was love at first sight.

You were in Torts, all alone without any friends to buffer the awkwardness and nerves of your first day of law school. You wrote scribbles in your notebook to at least appear busy, but you were anxious the people behind you thought you were a lunatic. It really shouldn't matter, you thought to yourself, they're all in the same boat that you're in.

To your utter horror, two people sat beside you. A blond man with frizzy locks and a brunette wearing rectangular shades. It didn't take you long to pick up that the latter was blind, folding up his white cane and stuffing it in his backpack, or to know that they were close friends. The blond wouldn't stop talking, a nervous edge to his voice as he found a million ways to affirm that what was happening was real and not just a fantasy. You felt so awkward being seemingly the only one without a companion, everyone else in the room at least chatting with the strangers sitting around them.

Almost as if he could read your mind, the brunette turned his head in your direction and smiled. That fucking smile. Little fireworks errupted in your chest while you tried to scramble for an appropriate response. You settled on smiling back with a raise of your hand in a vague reference to a way, that seemed reasonable enough.

“She just waved at you, by the way,” the blond informed his friend, turning his attention to the interaction once he realized he wasn't being listened to anymore.

Your eyes widened and your whole body tingled from how fast it heated up in embarrassment. “Oh shit, I'm sorry–”

The brunette chuckled a little bit, still grinning at you. “No no, it's okay, Foggy here does it all the time,” he reasured.

It eased you a little bit to hear that, but you still felt flustered by the interaction. The blond, Foggy, quickly introduced himself to you as "Matt's" best friend and wingman. Despite your initial apprehension, you found yourself increasingly grateful that they chose to sit with you. When the professor walked in and began introducing herself, you felt much less intimidated by what lay ahead of you.

Ever since then, you and Matt were as attached as he and Foggy were. You shared secrets, accomplishments, and hardships. No matter what, he always had your back. When your relationship developed romantically, just a week after Matt and Foggy decided to start their own firm, that flourished as well. He shared Daredevil with you, showing the suit to you when it was made, and coming to you for comfort when the work got particularly draining. Nothing was hidden between you two, you knew each other better than you knew yourselves.

At least, that's what you thought.

The past week, Matt had been exceptionally quiet, but you chalked it up to stress or just one of those moods. He didn't always feel like talking, about his feelings or in general, so you'd gotten used to periods of comfortable silence. They'd never lasted this long, though, and you were starting to worry he was shutting you out about something to do with work or Daredevil. You knew you couldn't pry, it would only push him deep into his shell. You had to wait for him to come to you, like he always inevitably did.

This morning, things were different. Matt barely said a thing that morning, he seemed spaced out, and his hands shook the slightest bit when he poured you both a cup of coffee. You bit your tongue and resigned yourself to leading the conversations and offering him affection, hoping it would melt away whatever was holding him back.

After breakfast, the two of you lounged together on the couch. He had his head on your shoulder and eyes closed as he listened to the TV show you were currently enthralled in, his own way of watching things with you. At least, you thought he was listening, absentmindedly scratching your nails in his hair and focusing your attention on the scene playing out. You felt his legs shaking a bit, like he was refraining from bouncing them in anxiety.

Then, Matt took a deep breath.

He pulled himself out of your touch, opening his eyes and raising them to about where your face was. You looked at him, the TV, and then back at him. You grabbed the remote and paused your show, already knowing whatever was happening was probably a big deal.

You saw the fear in Matt's whole face. A wobbly bottom lip, wide eyes, shaky breaths. He was trying to say something, but it was taking everything to convince himself to do it. You placed your hand on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you okay, Matty?” You gently coaxed. He shrugged in response. “It's okay, baby, you're safe. It's just me, okay?” This appeared to put him at ease, albeit just a little.

With a sharp inhale, Matt stilled all at once. His words still shook as he began.

“I've been thinking about this for a really long time, and I came to a realization a few weeks ago,” Matt began. “I didn't want to keep it from you, because you deserve to know, but I'm just so scared you'll hate me or feel differently about me.”

Now you were full of nerves. Your heart beat rapidly as you tried not to jump to conclusions. You couldn't think of any reason you would hate him, not unless he cheated or something else just as extreme. That wasn't possible, though, Matt loved you and would never do anything like that. What else was there?

Finally, the words fell from Matt's lips.

“I'm a woman.”

Your eyes widened, absolutely blindsided by the revelation. You never expected this from her, not in a million years, and you weren't sure what to say other than–

“I love you.”

Maybe it was the right thing to say, or maybe she could just tell from sensing your body's reactions, but she let out a cry of relief. All the pent up emotions, all the fear, flooded out all at once as her face crumpled and her eyes turned red from the salt in her tears.

You jumped into action, pulling her into you and resting her head on your shoulder. She clung onto you, gripping the back of your shirt and letting out sobs into your neck. You shushed her quietly, holding her tightly against you with one hand and enveloping your other in her hair, scratching her scalp how you know she likes. The two of you rock back and forth slightly, letting out all of your emotions into each other. A few tears slipped from you, empathy crying for the pain she must have felt all this time.

The pair of you stayed like that for quite a while, Matt letting everything out. Eventually, she pulled back and faced you again with bloodshot eyes.

“Are we okay?” She whimpered, probably searching for any sign of disgust, anger, or hatred from you. But there was none.

“Yes, Matt, we're always okay,” you said, kissing her for a moment as confirmation. “I'm sorry I made you think you couldn't come to me about this. I'd never hate you for being trans or anything else, I love whatever you are.”

Matt shook her head, a weak smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just still scary. You can never know exactly how someone will react.”

You hummed in response, grabbing her hands for probably the millionth time that day. Questions lingered on your tongue, but you weren't sure what you were supposed to say and not say for this.

“You can say what you want,” Matt interrupted your thoughts. She sensed your sudden apprehension.

“Um, is it okay if I ask questions? It's totally okay if not, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable! I just, uh, wanna make sure I get everything right,” you rambled.

At this, Matt finally did smile, laughing a little bit at your eagerness to support her. “Yeah, go ahead and ask whatever you want.”

“Okay,” you began, “when did you find out? How did you find out?”

Matt blinked a few times, biting her lip. “Uh... Late September.” That was almost four weeks ago. “I first started feeling confused in July, when I had that defense case with the woman who stabbed her boyfriend? She was... She was like me, as you know. I don't know, I guess I knew people like that existed, but I'd never met them. So coming face to face, talking with her about how she felt, it made me... Scared, I guess. Because I related so much to her.”

You nodded in understanding, knowing she sensed it. “I remember her, Courtney. I felt really bad for her, she had it rough.”

“Yeah, she did. Um, then I went online, and the library, and tried to find anything about transgender people. Everything I heard hit so close to home, but I couldn't accept it,” Matt said. “And one night, I just... Woke up. I forgot to shave that morning, and it bothered me all day. When I finally go home late, I went straight to the bathroom and shaved my face and then... I just started crying. It was like all at once I knew I couldn't stop pretending to be someone I'm not.”

“Thank you for telling me all this. It was probably really hard for you,” you said.

Matt sighed. “Yeah, it was, and I hated hiding it all from you. I just wanted to tell you, to tell Foggy and Karen, but I was scared. So scared what happened to Courtney could... could happen to me. Even if I know none of you would ever do something like her boyfriend did.”

“I understand, you knew the horror stories, I take no offense,” you reassured. ”I do have, um some more questions. One, what can I call you? Two, what are the... physical changes you'll make?”

You received a sheepish smile in response, Matt clearly a little embarrassed about revealing even more personal details. “Matt is, uh, Matt is fine. I like it. She-her works too,” she tried to play it off nonchalantly. “And I don't know about hormones or surgeries or anything. I don't not like my body, I just wish it wasn't seen as a man's body. I've been looking into laser hair removal for my face, though, I want that gone.”

It was a lot to take in, but nothing you weren't ready to accept. You pulled Matt into another hug, just as tight as before, earning an "oomph!" from her. You kissed the side of her shoulder lovingly.

“Whatever you do, I'll always support you. I love you, I love my beautiful girlfriend,” you said. At this, Matt teared up again, finally reassured once and for all that you accepted her as the woman she is.

“I love you too, so, so much,” Matt whispered back.

Once you were done hugging, crying, and kissing it out, Matt told you about the websites and books she read. She curled up close to you while you tapped away on your phone, soaking in as much of the information as you could. You were thrilled to have your happy woman back.

[naniiebimworks]

Still very stuck on the 1941 fic by @rocksaltandroll at Ao3- On Espionage and prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but wholly fall in love with a Soho bookseller.)  

Got called out by a friend who era’d it IMMEDIATELY at 1941 by Crowley’s hair flop.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19225669/chapters/45712069

I set up a Risque twitter @risquenaniiebim for slightly less cropped pics.

[mattmurdeaux]

One of my favorite things: When Charlie just wows people on set with his stunt work prowess whenever he decides to be Daredevil in real life:

"Charlie is an unbelievable physical athlete. We were shooting the scene, and he was like, "Ah this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna do a handstand, and I'm going to do press ups on a handstand." He just got up and he just did it, it was like, "What? Wow!" - Marc Jobst, DD S3 director

"Charlie did about 80 percent of the sequence himself...to be able to stay in the moment and emote and be able to actually go through this action sequence with no breaks for 11 and a half, do the highly emotional scene in the middle of it, and then keep going into another action sequence...he's the MVP, without a doubt." - Alex Garcia Lopez, DD S3 director

"At the end of the scene, I was supposed to exit. So I asked them if they could throw a cushion out the window and then, without telling anyone, casually went out that way during one of the takes rather than the door."

"You wouldn't believe how much Charlie actually does. Half the time you see DD flipping, everyone thinks it's me, but it's actually Charlie! He learned how to do a palm spin in a matter of minutes. He also threw a front flip ax kick inside a bus! The guy is amazing." - Chris Brewster, Charlie's stunt double

"When he jumps off the roof in the episode, he did that by himself and shocked everyone. He was like, 'Can I have a little pad?' Then suddenly, he flipped off the roof, and we were all like, 'Did Charlie just do that by himself?' - Kat Coiro, director

"Same thing with Charlie. I mean, he comes in and he wants to do everything. He's a legend, and he's able to come in and learn the fight in a day." - Marc Scizak, stunt coordinator

[devilw-rites]

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