I went from a small ATWOW meme account to wanting to develop into a Fanfictions account. Biscuit isn’t my real name btw I wanna keep it private.
I write in the perspective of the reader, so if it sounds odd, I tried my best to disassociate myself from the fanfic and put the readers character in place to avoid Y/n becoming an oc of mine.
Note that ALL types of fanfiction is welcome here, even dark and horrifying ones!
𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤
The walking dead
the Witcher
Resident Evil
Spiderverse
More will be added…
𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:
Incest
Minor characters (and won’t age them up unless it’s fluff or angst, I will absolutely not age them up just for Smut since I won’t write smut about them).
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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 a Masterlist will be made once I have created enough fanfics, don’t worry that will be soon.
Seven (often stylized as Se7en) is a 1995 American crime thriller film directed by David Fincher and written by Andrew Kevin Walker. It stars Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman, with Gwyneth Paltrow and John C. McGinley in supporting roles. Set in an unnamed, crime-ridden city, Seven's narrative follows disenchanted, nearly retired Detective Lieutenant William Somerset (Freeman) and his newly transferred partner David Mills (Pitt) as they try to stop a serial killer from committing a series of murders based on the seven deadly sins.
Walker, an aspiring writer, based Seven on his experiences of moving from a suburban setting to New York City during a period of rising crime and drug addiction in the late 1980s. An Italian film company optioned his script, but following financial difficulties, the rights were sold to New Line Cinema. Studio executives were opposed to the script's bleak conclusion, insisting on a more mainstream and optimistic outcome. Fincher, determined to re-establish himself after a career setback with his directorial debut Alien 3 (1992), was mistakenly sent Walker's original script and, convinced of its merit, committed to directing the project if the original ending remained intact. Principal photography took place in Los Angeles between December 1994 and March 1995, on a $33–$34 million budget.
12 Monkeys is a 1995 American science fiction thriller film directed by Terry Gilliam from a screenplay by David Peoples and Janet Peoples, based on Chris Marker's 1962 short film La Jetée. It stars Bruce Willis, Madeleine Stowe, Brad Pitt, and Christopher Plummer. Set in a post-apocalyptic future devastated by disease, the film follows a convict who is sent back in time to gather information about the man-made virus that wiped out most of the human population on the planet.
[...]⠀⠀┄ ⠀ you know it wasn't easy escaping him. but you tried anyway. was it adrenaline? was it stupidity? probably both.
❝ including ⠀! ⠀matt murdock, benjamin poindexter & frank castle. ◟ warnings ⠀! ⠀headcanons, yandere characters, toxic behaviors, masterlist, english is not my first language 𖹭⠀⠀❞⠀
Matt Murdock
You almost make it out.
That’s the worst part.
Your shoes are already in your hand because you learned the floorboards creak near the kitchen. Your bag is light. Just essentials. Phone charger. Cash. A shirt stolen from the back of the closet.
You even wait until the city noise gets loud enough outside to hide the sound of the lock.
Click.
Silence.
Then—
“Where are you going?”
Soft.
So soft it almost scares you more.
Matt’s voice comes from the darkness behind you. Calm. Awake. Completely awake.
You turn and can barely see him sitting on the edge of the couch. Gray sweatpants. Henley half buttoned. Head tilted slightly like he’s listening to something far away.
Listening to you.
Your pulse spikes.
He hears it instantly.
“You packed three days ago,” he says quietly. “Kept the bag under the bed first. Moved it under the sink yesterday.”
You say nothing.
“You were waiting for me to patrol tonight.”
His jaw tightens just a little. Barely there. But with Matt, anger isn’t loud. It folds inward. Sharp. Controlled. Bleeding quietly.
“You lied to me.”
“You don’t let me leave.”
“That’s because every time you leave,” he says, standing now, “you end up hurt.”
You laugh once. Shaky. “You mean away from you.”
His expression changes at that.
Not guilt.
Pain.
Like you reached into his ribs and twisted.
He walks toward you slowly, careful even now, like approaching a wounded animal.
“You think I want this?” he asks. “You think I wanted to become someone you’re afraid of?”
“You lock the doors, Matt.”
“And you keep trying to disappear.”
His hand finds the wall beside your head before you can move. Not trapping exactly. Just there. Solid. Warm. Impossible to push past without making it a fight.
And Matt hates fighting you.
That’s the tragedy of it.
Because he loves you with every ruined piece of himself. In the obsessive, self destructive way men like him love anything.
Like punishment.
Like prayer.
“You don’t understand what it sounds like,” he says hoarsely. “Every time you cry in another room. Every time your heartbeat changes because you’re scared of me.”
His forehead lowers near yours.
“You think I can just let you walk into this city alone after that?”
His fingers brush your wrist.
Gentle.
“You’re staying,” he says quietly. “Even if you hate me for it.”
And somewhere outside, Hell’s Kitchen keeps screaming into the night while he stands there holding himself together by threads.
Benjamin Poindexter
Dex knows you’re leaving.
That’s the thing about him.
He notices patterns the way other people notice weather.
Your breathing changed two weeks ago.
You stopped touching him first.
You started hiding your phone screen.
Tiny things.
Tiny, tiny things.
And Benjamin builds entire worlds out of tiny things.
So when you climb out the apartment window onto the fire escape at 2 AM, you only get halfway down before a knife lands beside your hand.
Thunk.
Perfect throw.
Not close enough to hurt you.
Just enough to tell you he could have.
Slowly, you look up.
Dex is leaning out the window above you in a plain gray t shirt, staring down with those wide, unsettling eyes.
“You should go back inside,” he says.
Your stomach drops.
“No.”
His face twitches slightly at the answer.
Not anger first.
Confusion.
Like a dog hearing a command it doesn’t understand.
“No?” he repeats.
“I’m leaving.”
“You can’t.”
You climb faster.
Another object whistles past your ear.
This time it’s your own keys.
They strike the metal railing hard enough to spark before falling into the alley below.
Dex disappears from the window.
You barely get two steps before the fire escape door below slams open and he’s suddenly there.
Too fast.
Always too fast.
“You’re making this difficult,” he says, breathing heavily.
“You scare me.”
That hits him harder than screaming would have.
His expression crumples for one awful second.
Because in his head, he loves you correctly.
That’s the horror of Dex. He genuinely believes the obsession is devotion. Believes protecting you means owning every piece of your life before somebody else ruins it.
“You’re safe with me,” he insists.
“You broke my friend’s hand.”
“She was turning you against me.”
His voice gets sharper now. Panicked around the edges.
“You were happy before,” he says quickly. “You smiled. We watched movies. You laughed at me.”
You try stepping around him.
His hand catches your arm instantly.
Too tight.
Immediately too tight.
And he notices because Dex notices everything.
He lets go like he touched a stove.
“I’m trying,” he says quietly. Desperately. “I’m trying so hard to be good for you.”
Rain starts misting across the fire escape.
The city below buzzes in blurry neon.
And Dex looks at you with the same expression he probably wore staring at those baseballs as a kid.
Obsessive.
Loneliness.
Violence balanced on a razor’s edge.
“If you leave,” he says softly, “I don’t know what I’ll become.”
That’s not a threat.
Which somehow makes it worse.
Frank Castle
Frank doesn’t stop you at first.
You get all the way to the front door.
Hand on the knob.
Apartment dead silent behind you.
Then:
“You got five seconds to tell me where you think you’re goin’.”
His voice sounds rough with sleep and cigarettes.
You close your eyes.
Of course he’s awake.
You turn slowly.
He’s sitting at the kitchen table in the dark, elbows on his knees, watching you. Old black shirt. Bare feet. Bruises fading yellow across his knuckles.
You don’t answer.
Frank nods once like he expected that.
“Alright.”
He stands.
Big man. Heavy steps. The kind that make the room feel smaller.
“You wanna leave?” he asks. “Fine. Tell me where you’re gonna go.”
“Away from here.”
“That ain’t an answer.”
“You don’t own me, Frank.”
Something flashes across his face then.
Mean.
Not theatrical anger. Not screaming.
Just that dangerous stillness he gets right before somebody dies.
But it disappears almost immediately because it’s you.
Always different with you.
“You think this is about ownin’ you?” he mutters. “Jesus Christ.”
He rubs a hand over his face hard enough to drag his skin.
“I seen what people do,” he says quietly. “What this city does. What men do.”
“And now I’m trapped in an apartment.”
“Alive, though.”
The words crack out instantly.
Alive.
Like that alone justifies everything.
Possession disguised as protection. Protection disguised as necessity.
He steps closer.
“You think I don’t know you hate me sometimes?” he asks.
His voice is lower now. Exhausted.
“I know.”
There’s no self pity in it either. That’s what hurts.
Frank already sentenced himself years ago.
“You should’ve let me go.”
“No.”
Immediate.
Certain.
Not even hesitation.
His hand lands beside the door behind you, blocking it without touching you.
“You walk out that door, I’m gonna follow you.”
“You can’t keep doing this.”
“Yes I can.”
Quiet.
Dead serious.
And there it is.
Not manipulation. Not bargaining.
Just brutal honesty.
Frank looks at you like a starving man clutching the last living thing he has left in the world.
“You don’t gotta forgive me,” he says. “But you ain’t leavin’ alone.”
//hi i know this is the pot calling the kettle black but.
"matt murdock who fucks you so hard and makes you cum" "matt murdock who is a sex god" IM TIRED OF IT. BRING BACK YEARNING.
matt murdock who does not believe in soulmates until he meets you.
matt murdock who learns you, who memorizes you-- your favorite foods, your hatred of certain textures, the last color you painted your nails, the things that make you tick, the way your breathing changes when you've had a long day.
matt murdock who finds himself distracted when he hasn't heard from you, wondering if you're doing okay.
matt murdock who sends flowers to your office, just because.
matt murdock who goes from bachelor with only beer in his fridge to keeping the pantry fully stocked with snacks for whenever you get hungry.
matt murdock who feels his skin start to burn when you give him the gentlest of touches-- a caress of his arm, a hand on his shoulder. it drives him crazy.
matt murdock who is intoxicated by the mere sound of your voice, learning all the different tones you take in various situations, the way your voice softens when talking to anyone you deem a baby (cats, dogs, kids, drunk foggy), or the way it hardens when you're dealing with someone you find annoying (clients, assholes at the bar, etc)
matt murdock who gets drunk with his best friend one night and leaves you 27 voicemails, ranging from twenty seconds long to fourteen minutes, all rambling about how much he loves you.
matt murdock who spends months trying to hint that he likes you, buying you lunch, asking if you need anything, always pouring your coffee just the way you like it, asking if the book you finished was good and letting you ramble about it for twenty minutes.
matt murdock who has the biggest, fattest, most disgusting crush on you.
matt murdock who blushes whenever you enter the room.
matt murdock who yearns. yearns for you.
and yeah, also, he fucks. of course. get yourself someone who can do both. get yourself someone who makes you cry from overstimulation AND spends hours kissing literally every inch of your skin because he can and he wants to.
get yourself someone like matt murdock, who can only be described as head over heels in love with you.
Summery - You're dating Matt Murdock… except he keeps his superhero life a secret. Enter Benjamin Poindexter, a charismatic FBI agent who you met at the movies. He's a little awkward, but he's kind, and pays attention to you at all the right times. One night you're feeling depressed because your boyfriend hasn't come home yet so who else to call but Dex? What's the worst that could happen? -2k words-
Tw - Cheating, slight voyeurism, cheating kink (?), Exhibition (I think), it ends in a 3sum, manipulation, dubcon, impact play. The p!link that gave me the idea for this btw DONT OPEN IN PUBLIC
A/N - CHEATING IS WRONG!!!! DO NOT DO IT!!! In no way, shape, or form, am I condoning cheating! This is FAN FICTION, key word, FICTION. This does not show my own personal beliefs or values, it's pure fiction.
Hey and as always, don’t like don’t read 🩷
You're dating Matt Murdock… little did you know that your blind, lawyer, boyfriend is also the vigilante Daredevil. The nights are incredibly lonely in your shared apartment due to your boyfriends frequent disappearances. He always has some excuse such as he's working late, or case files went missing, he needed to talk to clients, etc. but who has to do all of that until two in the morning?! After a few months of this happening you suspect him of cheating, maybe with one of his clients or just some girl that he happened to meet on his travels.
Enter Dex Poindexter who you met at the movies one night. That day was supposed to be date night for you and Matt but of course, he always had some excuse on why he couldn't attend. An excuse for why you weren't important to him in your life. You meet Dex at a throwback showing of Mrs. Congeniality when he sat right next to you in the theater. When he sat down you couldn't help but to notice how handsome the blonde was, and how built he was. But you pushed those thoughts out of your head, you have a boyfriend for fucks sake. But when the movie ends you somehow convince yourself to ask for his number, and somehow he gives it to you.
You and Dex have a complex relationship to say the least. He comes when you call but when you call you're mostly crying about Matt. Whenever Matt wasn't there as you were drowning in your tears, Dex was. Dex was always there for you and tonight was no different.
Tonight you and Matt were supposed to have a candle lit dinner. You were in a pretty red dress that hugged your curves just right, the table was set with white cloth, and candles are everywhere; it might as well have been a fire hazard with the amount of open flames there were. Tonight you cooked spaghetti with meatballs, topped with your homemade spaghetti sauce that took you hours to make. All of that work you put into the dinner, your hair, your makeup, your nails, shaving all every part of your body, wasted ! All because your stupid boyfriend had a work meeting gone late. So you do what you always do and take your phone out dialing Dex's number.
Knock Knock Knock
Comes from your apartment door. You already know it's Dex. As the door creaks open you burst out into tears, falling into his arms. He arms immediately wrap around you, surrounding you in his warmth. He's able to walk you backwards into your apartment while his foot kicks the door closed. He pressed a kiss into your hair for comfort.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now." He cups your jaw making you look up at him. He sees how your mascara has run down your face and leads you to the couch. "Do you want to talk about it? What did he do now?" He whispers into the crown of your head. You shook your head unable to even form the words to explain what your boyfriend did now. He drags you into his lap, your legs straddling his thick thighs. Your dress rides up as your face presses deeper into the crook of his neck. For a while he stays, stroking your hair, stroking your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear. Until he starts kissing down from your head to your face, your neck, your shoulder.
"Dex stop—" You start to push yourself off his chest but his arms are like steal bands around your waist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to comfort you, okay? Don't you want that? Comfort?" He whispers pulling you closer. You sniffle wiping away your tears, nodding. "Yeah, comfort sounds nice." You whisper hoarsely. His hands cup your jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. At first you think this is wrong, you have a boyfriend, you… you… god your boyfriend is probably cheating on you too so who fucking cares.
His lips brush against yours and immediately you feel sparks. His lips are slightly chapped, but it feels good to be wanted again. Your hands rest on his chest as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. It doesn't start off sweet as it would've with your boyfriend, it starts with passion. You can taste the mint on his tongue as it dances with yours. Quickly he flips you over, reverse cowgirl style, (i dont know how else to describe this! sorry for the goofy ahh language) to kiss down your neck. He slips your dress off, as his hands start to roam down your body.
His thick fingers rest right above your panties, dancing with the hem. He sucks deep marks where your shoulder meets your neck, making sure that anyone who sees them knows you're his. His fingers slip lower, brushing over your clothed clit. The sound you let out is like music to his ears. He starts pressing harder, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Your moans start to turn into whines when he takes his hand away to spread your legs wider. You can feel him smirking as you try to chase the friction by grinding your hips against the air. His hands rip your lace panties open, your cunt is now exposed to the cool air as your clit twitches. One arm goes around your torso to keep you in place and the other goes straight to your pussy.
"You're so wet already. You like that? Like me giving you the attention your boyfriend can't?" He whispers into your ear. His fingers rub in your folds, collecting the slick you've already made. His middle and ring finger start focusing on your clit, rubbing up and down until you're trembling. He then plunges his thick fingers into your sopping hole. The stretch burns. You haven't been fucked in so long that his fingers are pulling loud sobs from your chest. The tips of his fingers dig deep pressing into your g-spot. Your hips try bucking against his fingers, but the arm around your torso keeps you still. He keeps hitting that spot over and over and over again, pulling out your first orgasm of the night.
He switches between your sloppy hole to your aching clit causing you to scream out, clawing at his forearm. All the while he's still kissing and biting at your neck. This goes on for what feels like hours. You're so blissed out you don't even hear the lock click open.
Matt enters the apartment, hearing your moans as he puts his bags down. When he walks to the couch he immediately hears another heartbeat. He stops in front of the two of you. You're on Dex's lap, head lulled back onto his shoulder, with his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and he has the most shit eating grin on his face. Dex's free hand goes up to your jaw holding your face. "Yeah? You like that I'm giving you everything your boyfriend can't?" His fingers thrust deeper, faster, into you. "y-yeeesss! yes!" You sob out feeling your fourth? fifth? orgasm approach. "Yeah? Why don't you say that to him right now? Open your eyes pretty girl. Look at your boyfriend while you get fucked by your friend." He growls. Your eyes are hazy as they open but there's Matt standing with his jaw clenched, as Dex draws another earth shattering orgasm from your lips.
You watch Matt walk closer. His hand replaces Dex's on your jaw, gripping it. "You just like being a slut don't you? Yeah? Yeah, pretty girl? You just want attention like the slut you are?" He whispers against your mouth, slapping your clit. You yelp at the impact on your overstimulated cunt. "M-matty?" You sniffle looking into his brown eyes. "No you don't get to talk your way out of this, baby," another sharp smack cracks against your clit. You hear Dex's rough laugh against your ear as his thrusts get deeper and more possessive. The pair draw out two more orgasms from you before Matt carries you to the bedroom with Dex following.
Both men start to strip their clothing as you're thrown onto the bed. Matt goes first throwing his tie to the floor, unbuttoning his dress shirt. Then Dex follows in turn taking off his sweater. The two men in front of you look like gods. They look like they're sculpted from marble. Matt settles between your thighs, licking up whatever cum is leaking out of your pussy. Dex crawls to your head, unbuttoning his pants to pull his length out. You see his thick cock spring out of his boxers, slapping against his abs. Matt taps the inside of your thigh, "open up for him baby," he whispers into your cunt. You immediately obey parting your lips. His pre-cum smears across your top lip as he gently presses into your mouth. He does a few experimental, shallow, thrusts. His cock is thick and heavy against your tongue, and then he suddenly thrusts in fully. You feel yourself gagging on him as his pubic hair tickles your nose. He grips the back of your head tightly as he fucks into your throat. Spit dribbles down your chin as his tip hits the back of your throat, over and over and over again.
At the same time Matt smiles against your dripping cunt. His tongue licks through your folds eliciting moans from your throat. His thumb draws tight circles into your clit making your hips hump his mouth. His tongue starts to probe in and out of your messy hole, curling and flicking against your g-spot. He draws out an orgasm before switching tactics. One hand holds tightly onto your thigh as his mouth creates a suction onto your twitching bud, his tongue flicking against it to create overwhelming pressure. His spare hand starts to thrust and curl into your hole, the dual stimulation making you almost cum instantly before he abruptly stops. Before you can even protest Dex is shoving his cock down your throat again, and then Matt starts up once more.
Matt draws out at least two more orgasms from you before you feel Dex spill down your throat. Once Dex pulls out you start coughing, feeling the sticky substance on your tongue. Matt crawls up your body and before you can catch your breath and he kisses you deeply. His tongue can taste Dex's release, making him moan into your lips. He pulls away, finally letting you breathe. Dex pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest as your body is still humming from excitement.
Matt holds your face feeling how ruined your makeup is. He kisses your tear streaked face softly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. Matt gives Dex a smirk already planning on what they should do next. Dex is already lining up his hard length to your hole before Matt shoves himself in to the hilt. A scream rips through your throat, gripping his shoulders. Matt is kind enough to let you adjust to him as he kisses down your throat. He then taps Dex on the shoulder letting him know that you can take it. Dex presses his tip into your cunt, pushing up against Matt's cock. The stretch is insane. It feels like the two of them are trying to split you in half. It's enough pain and pleasure for your head to fall into Matt's shoulder. You can feel them both in your throat as a bulge appears through the plush of your skin. Matt presses against the bludge smiling.
Matt starts to move first, with Dex following his lead. Both of them make sure to go slowly as to not hurt you. Both of their hands start to rub your body, one of them palming your tits and the other rubbing your clit softly. They both kiss your neck as they feel their lengths rubbing together. Soon their thrusts become rougher, soft grunts fill your ears as you start whimpering into Matt's shoulder. Your hands hold onto Matt for support, your last orgasm approaches fast making your legs shake. They feel you squeeze around their cocks and instantly fill you up with their cum. The warm substance starts to leak out of your cunt as they keep their dicks deep inside of you. You look up hazily at your boyfriend as you feel the two of them pull out.
Immediately they start praising you.
"Such a good girl taking us," "so pretty f'me," "made for us," "took our cocks so good," spilled out of their mouths. Once they clean you up and pampered you, you fall asleep between the two men.
You're dating Matt Murdock… little did you know that your blind, lawyer, boyfriend is also the vigilante Daredevil. The nights are incredibly lonely in your shared apartment due to your boyfriends frequent disappearances. He always has some excuse such as he's working late, or case files went missing, he needed to talk to clients, etc. but who has to do all of that until two in the morning?! After a few months of this happening you suspect him of cheating, maybe with one of his clients or just some girl that he happened to meet on his travels.
Enter Dex Poindexter who you met at the movies one night. Today was supposed to be date night for you and Matt but of course, he always had some excuse on why he couldn't attend. An excuse for why you weren't important to him in your life. You meet Dex at a throwback showing of Mrs. Congeniality when he sat right next to you in the theater. When he sat down you couldn't help but to notice how handsome the blonde was, and how built he was. But you pushed those thoughts out of your head, you have a boyfriend for fucks sake. But when the movie ends you somehow convince yourself to ask for his number, and somehow he gives it to you.
You and Dex have a complex relationship to say the least. He comes when you call but when you call you're mostly crying about Matt. Whenever Matt wasn't there as you were drowning in your tears, Dex was. Dex was always there for you and tonight was no different.
Tonight you and Matt were supposed to have a candle lit dinner. You were in a pretty red dress that hugged your curves just right, the table was set with white cloth, and candles are everywhere; it might as well have been a fire hazard with the amount of open flames there were. Tonight you cooked spaghetti with meatballs, topped with your homemade spaghetti sauce that took you hours to make. All of that work you put into the dinner, your hair, your makeup, your nails, shaving all every part of your body, wasted ! All because your stupid boyfriend had a work meeting gone late. So you do what you always do and take your phone out dialing Dex's number.
Knock Knock Knock
Comes from your apartment door. You already know it's Dex. As the door creaks open you burst out into tears, falling into his arms. He arms immediately wrap around you, surrounding you in his warmth. He's able to walk you backwards into your apartment while his foot kicks the door closed. He pressed a kiss into your hair for comfort.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now." He cups your jaw making you look up at him. He sees how your mascara has run down your face and leads you to the couch. "Do you want to talk about it? What did he do now?" He whispers into the crown of your head. You shook your head unable to even form the words to explain what your boyfriend did now. He drags you into his lap, your legs straddling his thick thighs. Your dress rides up as your face presses deeper into the crook of his neck. For a while he stays, stroking your hair, stroking your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear. Until he starts kissing down from your head to your face, your neck, your shoulder.
"Dex stop—" You start to push yourself off his chest but his arms are like steal bands around your waist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to comfort you, okay? Don't you want that? Comfort?" He whispers pulling you closer. You sniffle wiping away your tears, nodding. "Yeah, comfort sounds nice." You whisper hoarsely. His hands cup your jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. At first you think this is wrong, you have a boyfriend, you… you… god your boyfriend is probably cheating on you too so who fucking cares.
His lips brush against yours and immediately you feel sparks. His lips are slightly chapped, but it feels good to be wanted again. Your hands rest on his chest as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. It doesn't start off sweet as it would've with your boyfriend, it starts with passion. You can taste the mint on his tongue as it dances with yours. Quickly he flips you over, reverse cowgirl style, (i dont know how else to describe this! sorry for the goofy ahh language) to kiss down your neck. He slips your dress off, as his hands start to roam down your body.
His thick fingers rest right above your panties, dancing with the hem. He sucks deep marks where your shoulder meets your neck, making sure that anyone who sees them knows you're his. His fingers slip lower, brushing over your clothed clit. The sound you let out is like music to his ears. He starts pressing harder, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Your moans start to turn into whines when he takes his hand away to spread your legs wider. You can feel him smirking as you try to chase the friction by grinding your hips against the air. His hands rip your lace panties open, your cunt is now exposed to the cool air as your clit twitches. One arm goes around your torso to keep you in place and the other goes straight to your pussy.
"You're so wet already. You like that? Like me giving you the attention your boyfriend can't?" He whispers into your ear. His fingers rub in your folds, collecting the slick you've already made. His middle and ring finger start focusing on your clit, rubbing up and down until you're trembling. He then plunges his thick fingers into your sopping hole. The stretch burns. You haven't been fucked in so long that his fingers are pulling loud sobs from your chest. The tips of his fingers dig deep pressing into your g-spot. Your hips try bucking against his fingers, but the arm around your torso keeps you still. He keeps hitting that spot over and over and over again, pulling out your first orgasm of the night.
He switches between your sloppy hole to your aching clit causing you to scream out, clawing at his forearm. All the while he's still kissing and biting at your neck. This goes on for what feels like hours. You're so blissed out you don't even hear the lock click open.
Matt enters the apartment, hearing your moans as he puts his bags down. When he walks to the couch he immediately hears another heartbeat. He stops in front of the two of you. You're on Dex's lap, head lulled back onto his shoulder, with his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and he has the most shit eating grin on his face. Dex's free hand goes up to your jaw holding your face. "Yeah? You like that I'm giving you everything your boyfriend can't?" His fingers thrust deeper, faster, into you. "y-yeeesss! yes!" You sob out feeling your fourth? fifth? orgasm approach. "Yeah? Why don't you say that to him right now? Open your eyes pretty girl. Look at your boyfriend while you get fucked by your friend." He growls. Your eyes are hazy as they open but there's Matt standing with his jaw clenched, as Dex draws another earth shattering orgasm from your lips.
You watch Matt walk closer. His hand replaces Dex's on your jaw, gripping it. "You just like being a slut don't you? Yeah? Yeah, pretty girl? You just want attention like the slut you are?" He whispers against your mouth, slapping your clit. You yelp at the impact on your overstimulated cunt. "M-matty?" You sniffle looking into his brown eyes. "No you don't get to talk your way out of this, baby," another sharp smack cracks against your clit. You hear Dex's rough laugh against your ear as his thrusts get deeper and more possessive. The pair draw out two more orgasms from you before Matt carries you to the bedroom with Dex following.
Both men start to strip their clothing as you're thrown onto the bed. Matt goes first throwing his tie to the floor, unbuttoning his dress shirt. Then Dex follows in turn taking off his sweater. The two men in front of you look like gods. They look like they're sculpted from marble. Matt settles between your thighs, licking up whatever cum is leaking out of your pussy. Dex crawls to your head, unbuttoning his pants to pull his length out. You see his thick cock spring out of his boxers, slapping against his abs. Matt taps the inside of your thigh, "open up for him baby," he whispers into your cunt. You immediately obey parting your lips. His pre-cum smears across your top lip as he gently presses into your mouth. He does a few experimental, shallow, thrusts. His cock is thick and heavy against your tongue, and then he suddenly thrusts in fully. You feel yourself gagging on him as his pubic hair tickles your nose. He grips the back of your head tightly as he fucks into your throat. Spit dribbles down your chin as his tip hits the back of your throat, over and over and over again.
At the same time Matt smiles against your dripping cunt. His tongue licks through your folds eliciting moans from your throat. His thumb draws tight circles into your clit making your hips hump his mouth. His tongue starts to probe in and out of your messy hole, curling and flicking against your g-spot. He draws out an orgasm before switching tactics. One hand holds tightly onto your thigh as his mouth creates a suction onto your twitching bud, his tongue flicking against it to create overwhelming pressure. His spare hand starts to thrust and curl into your hole, the dual stimulation making you almost cum instantly before he abruptly stops. Before you can even protest Dex is shoving his cock down your throat again, and then Matt starts up once more.
Matt draws out at least two more orgasms from you before you feel Dex spill down your throat. Once Dex pulls out you start coughing, feeling the sticky substance on your tongue. Matt crawls up your body and before you can catch your breath and he kisses you deeply. His tongue can taste Dex's release, making him moan into your lips. He pulls away, finally letting you breathe. Dex pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest as your body is still humming from excitement.
Matt holds your face feeling how ruined your makeup is. He kisses your tear streaked face softly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. Matt gives Dex a smirk already planning on what they should do next. Dex is already lining up his hard length to your hole before Matt shoves himself in to the hilt. A scream rips through your throat, gripping his shoulders. Matt is kind enough to let you adjust to him as he kisses down your throat. He then taps Dex on the shoulder letting him know that you can take it. Dex presses his tip into your cunt, pushing up against Matt's cock. The stretch is insane. It feels like the two of them are trying to split you in half. It's enough pain and pleasure for your head to fall into Matt's shoulder. You can feel them both in your throat as a bulge appears through the plush of your skin. Matt presses against the bludge smiling.
Matt starts to move first, with Dex following his lead. Both of them make sure to go slowly as to not hurt you. Both of their hands start to rub your body, one of them palming your tits and the other rubbing your clit softly. They both kiss your neck as they feel their lengths rubbing together. Soon their thrusts become rougher, soft grunts fill your ears as you start whimpering into Matt's shoulder. Your hands hold onto Matt for support, your last orgasm approaches fast making your legs shake. They feel you squeeze around their cocks and instantly fill you up with their cum. The warm substance starts to leak out of your cunt as they keep their dicks deep inside of you. You look up hazily at your boyfriend as you feel the two of them pull out.
Immediately they start praising you.
"Such a good girl taking us," "so pretty f'me," "made for us," "took our cocks so good," spilled out of their mouths. Once they clean you up and pampered you, you fall asleep between the two men.
A/N - I hope everyone likes this because I know I liked writing it!
Summery - You're dating Matt Murdock… except he keeps his superhero life a secret. Enter Benjamin Poindexter, a charismatic FBI agent who you met at the movies. He's a little awkward, but he's kind, and pays attention to you at all the right times. One night you're feeling depressed because your boyfriend hasn't come home yet so who else to call but Dex? What's the worst that could happen? -2k words-
Tw - Cheating, slight voyeurism, cheating kink (?), Exhibition (I think), it ends in a 3sum, manipulation, dubcon, impact play. The p!link that gave me the idea for this btw DONT OPEN IN PUBLIC
A/N - CHEATING IS WRONG!!!! DO NOT DO IT!!! In no way, shape, or form, am I condoning cheating! This is FAN FICTION, key word, FICTION. This does not show my own personal beliefs or values, it's pure fiction.
Hey and as always, don’t like don’t read 🩷
You're dating Matt Murdock… little did you know that your blind, lawyer, boyfriend is also the vigilante Daredevil. The nights are incredibly lonely in your shared apartment due to your boyfriends frequent disappearances. He always has some excuse such as he's working late, or case files went missing, he needed to talk to clients, etc. but who has to do all of that until two in the morning?! After a few months of this happening you suspect him of cheating, maybe with one of his clients or just some girl that he happened to meet on his travels.
Enter Dex Poindexter who you met at the movies one night. That day was supposed to be date night for you and Matt but of course, he always had some excuse on why he couldn't attend. An excuse for why you weren't important to him in your life. You meet Dex at a throwback showing of Mrs. Congeniality when he sat right next to you in the theater. When he sat down you couldn't help but to notice how handsome the blonde was, and how built he was. But you pushed those thoughts out of your head, you have a boyfriend for fucks sake. But when the movie ends you somehow convince yourself to ask for his number, and somehow he gives it to you.
You and Dex have a complex relationship to say the least. He comes when you call but when you call you're mostly crying about Matt. Whenever Matt wasn't there as you were drowning in your tears, Dex was. Dex was always there for you and tonight was no different.
Tonight you and Matt were supposed to have a candle lit dinner. You were in a pretty red dress that hugged your curves just right, the table was set with white cloth, and candles are everywhere; it might as well have been a fire hazard with the amount of open flames there were. Tonight you cooked spaghetti with meatballs, topped with your homemade spaghetti sauce that took you hours to make. All of that work you put into the dinner, your hair, your makeup, your nails, shaving all every part of your body, wasted ! All because your stupid boyfriend had a work meeting gone late. So you do what you always do and take your phone out dialing Dex's number.
Knock Knock Knock
Comes from your apartment door. You already know it's Dex. As the door creaks open you burst out into tears, falling into his arms. He arms immediately wrap around you, surrounding you in his warmth. He's able to walk you backwards into your apartment while his foot kicks the door closed. He pressed a kiss into your hair for comfort.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now." He cups your jaw making you look up at him. He sees how your mascara has run down your face and leads you to the couch. "Do you want to talk about it? What did he do now?" He whispers into the crown of your head. You shook your head unable to even form the words to explain what your boyfriend did now. He drags you into his lap, your legs straddling his thick thighs. Your dress rides up as your face presses deeper into the crook of his neck. For a while he stays, stroking your hair, stroking your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear. Until he starts kissing down from your head to your face, your neck, your shoulder.
"Dex stop—" You start to push yourself off his chest but his arms are like steal bands around your waist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to comfort you, okay? Don't you want that? Comfort?" He whispers pulling you closer. You sniffle wiping away your tears, nodding. "Yeah, comfort sounds nice." You whisper hoarsely. His hands cup your jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. At first you think this is wrong, you have a boyfriend, you… you… god your boyfriend is probably cheating on you too so who fucking cares.
His lips brush against yours and immediately you feel sparks. His lips are slightly chapped, but it feels good to be wanted again. Your hands rest on his chest as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. It doesn't start off sweet as it would've with your boyfriend, it starts with passion. You can taste the mint on his tongue as it dances with yours. Quickly he flips you over, reverse cowgirl style, (i dont know how else to describe this! sorry for the goofy ahh language) to kiss down your neck. He slips your dress off, as his hands start to roam down your body.
His thick fingers rest right above your panties, dancing with the hem. He sucks deep marks where your shoulder meets your neck, making sure that anyone who sees them knows you're his. His fingers slip lower, brushing over your clothed clit. The sound you let out is like music to his ears. He starts pressing harder, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Your moans start to turn into whines when he takes his hand away to spread your legs wider. You can feel him smirking as you try to chase the friction by grinding your hips against the air. His hands rip your lace panties open, your cunt is now exposed to the cool air as your clit twitches. One arm goes around your torso to keep you in place and the other goes straight to your pussy.
"You're so wet already. You like that? Like me giving you the attention your boyfriend can't?" He whispers into your ear. His fingers rub in your folds, collecting the slick you've already made. His middle and ring finger start focusing on your clit, rubbing up and down until you're trembling. He then plunges his thick fingers into your sopping hole. The stretch burns. You haven't been fucked in so long that his fingers are pulling loud sobs from your chest. The tips of his fingers dig deep pressing into your g-spot. Your hips try bucking against his fingers, but the arm around your torso keeps you still. He keeps hitting that spot over and over and over again, pulling out your first orgasm of the night.
He switches between your sloppy hole to your aching clit causing you to scream out, clawing at his forearm. All the while he's still kissing and biting at your neck. This goes on for what feels like hours. You're so blissed out you don't even hear the lock click open.
Matt enters the apartment, hearing your moans as he puts his bags down. When he walks to the couch he immediately hears another heartbeat. He stops in front of the two of you. You're on Dex's lap, head lulled back onto his shoulder, with his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and he has the most shit eating grin on his face. Dex's free hand goes up to your jaw holding your face. "Yeah? You like that I'm giving you everything your boyfriend can't?" His fingers thrust deeper, faster, into you. "y-yeeesss! yes!" You sob out feeling your fourth? fifth? orgasm approach. "Yeah? Why don't you say that to him right now? Open your eyes pretty girl. Look at your boyfriend while you get fucked by your friend." He growls. Your eyes are hazy as they open but there's Matt standing with his jaw clenched, as Dex draws another earth shattering orgasm from your lips.
You watch Matt walk closer. His hand replaces Dex's on your jaw, gripping it. "You just like being a slut don't you? Yeah? Yeah, pretty girl? You just want attention like the slut you are?" He whispers against your mouth, slapping your clit. You yelp at the impact on your overstimulated cunt. "M-matty?" You sniffle looking into his brown eyes. "No you don't get to talk your way out of this, baby," another sharp smack cracks against your clit. You hear Dex's rough laugh against your ear as his thrusts get deeper and more possessive. The pair draw out two more orgasms from you before Matt carries you to the bedroom with Dex following.
Both men start to strip their clothing as you're thrown onto the bed. Matt goes first throwing his tie to the floor, unbuttoning his dress shirt. Then Dex follows in turn taking off his sweater. The two men in front of you look like gods. They look like they're sculpted from marble. Matt settles between your thighs, licking up whatever cum is leaking out of your pussy. Dex crawls to your head, unbuttoning his pants to pull his length out. You see his thick cock spring out of his boxers, slapping against his abs. Matt taps the inside of your thigh, "open up for him baby," he whispers into your cunt. You immediately obey parting your lips. His pre-cum smears across your top lip as he gently presses into your mouth. He does a few experimental, shallow, thrusts. His cock is thick and heavy against your tongue, and then he suddenly thrusts in fully. You feel yourself gagging on him as his pubic hair tickles your nose. He grips the back of your head tightly as he fucks into your throat. Spit dribbles down your chin as his tip hits the back of your throat, over and over and over again.
At the same time Matt smiles against your dripping cunt. His tongue licks through your folds eliciting moans from your throat. His thumb draws tight circles into your clit making your hips hump his mouth. His tongue starts to probe in and out of your messy hole, curling and flicking against your g-spot. He draws out an orgasm before switching tactics. One hand holds tightly onto your thigh as his mouth creates a suction onto your twitching bud, his tongue flicking against it to create overwhelming pressure. His spare hand starts to thrust and curl into your hole, the dual stimulation making you almost cum instantly before he abruptly stops. Before you can even protest Dex is shoving his cock down your throat again, and then Matt starts up once more.
Matt draws out at least two more orgasms from you before you feel Dex spill down your throat. Once Dex pulls out you start coughing, feeling the sticky substance on your tongue. Matt crawls up your body and before you can catch your breath and he kisses you deeply. His tongue can taste Dex's release, making him moan into your lips. He pulls away, finally letting you breathe. Dex pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest as your body is still humming from excitement.
Matt holds your face feeling how ruined your makeup is. He kisses your tear streaked face softly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. Matt gives Dex a smirk already planning on what they should do next. Dex is already lining up his hard length to your hole before Matt shoves himself in to the hilt. A scream rips through your throat, gripping his shoulders. Matt is kind enough to let you adjust to him as he kisses down your throat. He then taps Dex on the shoulder letting him know that you can take it. Dex presses his tip into your cunt, pushing up against Matt's cock. The stretch is insane. It feels like the two of them are trying to split you in half. It's enough pain and pleasure for your head to fall into Matt's shoulder. You can feel them both in your throat as a bulge appears through the plush of your skin. Matt presses against the bludge smiling.
Matt starts to move first, with Dex following his lead. Both of them make sure to go slowly as to not hurt you. Both of their hands start to rub your body, one of them palming your tits and the other rubbing your clit softly. They both kiss your neck as they feel their lengths rubbing together. Soon their thrusts become rougher, soft grunts fill your ears as you start whimpering into Matt's shoulder. Your hands hold onto Matt for support, your last orgasm approaches fast making your legs shake. They feel you squeeze around their cocks and instantly fill you up with their cum. The warm substance starts to leak out of your cunt as they keep their dicks deep inside of you. You look up hazily at your boyfriend as you feel the two of them pull out.
Immediately they start praising you.
"Such a good girl taking us," "so pretty f'me," "made for us," "took our cocks so good," spilled out of their mouths. Once they clean you up and pampered you, you fall asleep between the two men.
You're dating Matt Murdock… little did you know that your blind, lawyer, boyfriend is also the vigilante Daredevil. The nights are incredibly lonely in your shared apartment due to your boyfriends frequent disappearances. He always has some excuse such as he's working late, or case files went missing, he needed to talk to clients, etc. but who has to do all of that until two in the morning?! After a few months of this happening you suspect him of cheating, maybe with one of his clients or just some girl that he happened to meet on his travels.
Enter Dex Poindexter who you met at the movies one night. Today was supposed to be date night for you and Matt but of course, he always had some excuse on why he couldn't attend. An excuse for why you weren't important to him in your life. You meet Dex at a throwback showing of Mrs. Congeniality when he sat right next to you in the theater. When he sat down you couldn't help but to notice how handsome the blonde was, and how built he was. But you pushed those thoughts out of your head, you have a boyfriend for fucks sake. But when the movie ends you somehow convince yourself to ask for his number, and somehow he gives it to you.
You and Dex have a complex relationship to say the least. He comes when you call but when you call you're mostly crying about Matt. Whenever Matt wasn't there as you were drowning in your tears, Dex was. Dex was always there for you and tonight was no different.
Tonight you and Matt were supposed to have a candle lit dinner. You were in a pretty red dress that hugged your curves just right, the table was set with white cloth, and candles are everywhere; it might as well have been a fire hazard with the amount of open flames there were. Tonight you cooked spaghetti with meatballs, topped with your homemade spaghetti sauce that took you hours to make. All of that work you put into the dinner, your hair, your makeup, your nails, shaving all every part of your body, wasted ! All because your stupid boyfriend had a work meeting gone late. So you do what you always do and take your phone out dialing Dex's number.
Knock Knock Knock
Comes from your apartment door. You already know it's Dex. As the door creaks open you burst out into tears, falling into his arms. He arms immediately wrap around you, surrounding you in his warmth. He's able to walk you backwards into your apartment while his foot kicks the door closed. He pressed a kiss into your hair for comfort.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now." He cups your jaw making you look up at him. He sees how your mascara has run down your face and leads you to the couch. "Do you want to talk about it? What did he do now?" He whispers into the crown of your head. You shook your head unable to even form the words to explain what your boyfriend did now. He drags you into his lap, your legs straddling his thick thighs. Your dress rides up as your face presses deeper into the crook of his neck. For a while he stays, stroking your hair, stroking your back, whispering words of comfort into your ear. Until he starts kissing down from your head to your face, your neck, your shoulder.
"Dex stop—" You start to push yourself off his chest but his arms are like steal bands around your waist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to comfort you, okay? Don't you want that? Comfort?" He whispers pulling you closer. You sniffle wiping away your tears, nodding. "Yeah, comfort sounds nice." You whisper hoarsely. His hands cup your jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. At first you think this is wrong, you have a boyfriend, you… you… god your boyfriend is probably cheating on you too so who fucking cares.
His lips brush against yours and immediately you feel sparks. His lips are slightly chapped, but it feels good to be wanted again. Your hands rest on his chest as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. It doesn't start off sweet as it would've with your boyfriend, it starts with passion. You can taste the mint on his tongue as it dances with yours. Quickly he flips you over, reverse cowgirl style, (i dont know how else to describe this! sorry for the goofy ahh language) to kiss down your neck. He slips your dress off, as his hands start to roam down your body.
His thick fingers rest right above your panties, dancing with the hem. He sucks deep marks where your shoulder meets your neck, making sure that anyone who sees them knows you're his. His fingers slip lower, brushing over your clothed clit. The sound you let out is like music to his ears. He starts pressing harder, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt. Your moans start to turn into whines when he takes his hand away to spread your legs wider. You can feel him smirking as you try to chase the friction by grinding your hips against the air. His hands rip your lace panties open, your cunt is now exposed to the cool air as your clit twitches. One arm goes around your torso to keep you in place and the other goes straight to your pussy.
"You're so wet already. You like that? Like me giving you the attention your boyfriend can't?" He whispers into your ear. His fingers rub in your folds, collecting the slick you've already made. His middle and ring finger start focusing on your clit, rubbing up and down until you're trembling. He then plunges his thick fingers into your sopping hole. The stretch burns. You haven't been fucked in so long that his fingers are pulling loud sobs from your chest. The tips of his fingers dig deep pressing into your g-spot. Your hips try bucking against his fingers, but the arm around your torso keeps you still. He keeps hitting that spot over and over and over again, pulling out your first orgasm of the night.
He switches between your sloppy hole to your aching clit causing you to scream out, clawing at his forearm. All the while he's still kissing and biting at your neck. This goes on for what feels like hours. You're so blissed out you don't even hear the lock click open.
Matt enters the apartment, hearing your moans as he puts his bags down. When he walks to the couch he immediately hears another heartbeat. He stops in front of the two of you. You're on Dex's lap, head lulled back onto his shoulder, with his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and he has the most shit eating grin on his face. Dex's free hand goes up to your jaw holding your face. "Yeah? You like that I'm giving you everything your boyfriend can't?" His fingers thrust deeper, faster, into you. "y-yeeesss! yes!" You sob out feeling your fourth? fifth? orgasm approach. "Yeah? Why don't you say that to him right now? Open your eyes pretty girl. Look at your boyfriend while you get fucked by your friend." He growls. Your eyes are hazy as they open but there's Matt standing with his jaw clenched, as Dex draws another earth shattering orgasm from your lips.
You watch Matt walk closer. His hand replaces Dex's on your jaw, gripping it. "You just like being a slut don't you? Yeah? Yeah, pretty girl? You just want attention like the slut you are?" He whispers against your mouth, slapping your clit. You yelp at the impact on your overstimulated cunt. "M-matty?" You sniffle looking into his brown eyes. "No you don't get to talk your way out of this, baby," another sharp smack cracks against your clit. You hear Dex's rough laugh against your ear as his thrusts get deeper and more possessive. The pair draw out two more orgasms from you before Matt carries you to the bedroom with Dex following.
Both men start to strip their clothing as you're thrown onto the bed. Matt goes first throwing his tie to the floor, unbuttoning his dress shirt. Then Dex follows in turn taking off his sweater. The two men in front of you look like gods. They look like they're sculpted from marble. Matt settles between your thighs, licking up whatever cum is leaking out of your pussy. Dex crawls to your head, unbuttoning his pants to pull his length out. You see his thick cock spring out of his boxers, slapping against his abs. Matt taps the inside of your thigh, "open up for him baby," he whispers into your cunt. You immediately obey parting your lips. His pre-cum smears across your top lip as he gently presses into your mouth. He does a few experimental, shallow, thrusts. His cock is thick and heavy against your tongue, and then he suddenly thrusts in fully. You feel yourself gagging on him as his pubic hair tickles your nose. He grips the back of your head tightly as he fucks into your throat. Spit dribbles down your chin as his tip hits the back of your throat, over and over and over again.
At the same time Matt smiles against your dripping cunt. His tongue licks through your folds eliciting moans from your throat. His thumb draws tight circles into your clit making your hips hump his mouth. His tongue starts to probe in and out of your messy hole, curling and flicking against your g-spot. He draws out an orgasm before switching tactics. One hand holds tightly onto your thigh as his mouth creates a suction onto your twitching bud, his tongue flicking against it to create overwhelming pressure. His spare hand starts to thrust and curl into your hole, the dual stimulation making you almost cum instantly before he abruptly stops. Before you can even protest Dex is shoving his cock down your throat again, and then Matt starts up once more.
Matt draws out at least two more orgasms from you before you feel Dex spill down your throat. Once Dex pulls out you start coughing, feeling the sticky substance on your tongue. Matt crawls up your body and before you can catch your breath and he kisses you deeply. His tongue can taste Dex's release, making him moan into your lips. He pulls away, finally letting you breathe. Dex pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest as your body is still humming from excitement.
Matt holds your face feeling how ruined your makeup is. He kisses your tear streaked face softly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. Matt gives Dex a smirk already planning on what they should do next. Dex is already lining up his hard length to your hole before Matt shoves himself in to the hilt. A scream rips through your throat, gripping his shoulders. Matt is kind enough to let you adjust to him as he kisses down your throat. He then taps Dex on the shoulder letting him know that you can take it. Dex presses his tip into your cunt, pushing up against Matt's cock. The stretch is insane. It feels like the two of them are trying to split you in half. It's enough pain and pleasure for your head to fall into Matt's shoulder. You can feel them both in your throat as a bulge appears through the plush of your skin. Matt presses against the bludge smiling.
Matt starts to move first, with Dex following his lead. Both of them make sure to go slowly as to not hurt you. Both of their hands start to rub your body, one of them palming your tits and the other rubbing your clit softly. They both kiss your neck as they feel their lengths rubbing together. Soon their thrusts become rougher, soft grunts fill your ears as you start whimpering into Matt's shoulder. Your hands hold onto Matt for support, your last orgasm approaches fast making your legs shake. They feel you squeeze around their cocks and instantly fill you up with their cum. The warm substance starts to leak out of your cunt as they keep their dicks deep inside of you. You look up hazily at your boyfriend as you feel the two of them pull out.
Immediately they start praising you.
"Such a good girl taking us," "so pretty f'me," "made for us," "took our cocks so good," spilled out of their mouths. Once they clean you up and pampered you, you fall asleep between the two men.
A/N - I hope everyone likes this because I know I liked writing it!
I miss Tumblr the way it was during Covid. I miss writing, and I miss reading fics my friends wrote. I miss the authors chat I was in and how we all shared our stories. Most of people I knew have long left, and I don't want to read anything at all anymore.
PAIRING: perv!Matt Murdock x Nun!reader
SUMMARY: "I want to sin every time I am with her." Matt has always been a devout and faithful individual, adhering to his moral principles. But when he met the new nun from his church, he had been the most sinful he had been in his life, thinking of you in his bed.
TAGS: 18+ CONTENT | smut, masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, nipple licking, nipple play, PinV, unprotected sex, oral sex(m!receiving), creampie, breeding kink, Somnophilia(kinda?), degradation play, Wet dreams, sacrilegious behavior, praise, porn with plot, POV Matt.
W.C: 5.4K
AUTHOR'S NOTE: IMPORTANT. The text in italics is Matt's flashbacks or imagination of you, to clarify, since even I couldn't see the difference. So, if you notice a slight bend in the text between lines, it's because of that. Besides that, Enjoy!!
MASTERLIST [AO3]
Matt has been into his religion since he can remember. Since he was a child, he would confess his sins, and his morals were constructed into his faith. He would have never believed this would happen to him, that he would be lying on his bed very early in the morning, stroking his cock because of the new nun who was serving in Clinton Church.
Matt had gone to the Church just like he always did. He sits there for a while, letting his senses take in his surroundings, the smell of the wood surrounding the building, the candles being consumed by the fire that lights them, the soft sound of the wood every time someone moves or walks around the place, the feeling of the light entering from the stained glass, and…
That smell, that soft smell of roses from someone Matt never noticed before, the sound of your breathing, that smell of roses, the way you would hum something softly so nobody could hear but only you. It was infuriating; it was something new that Matt never noticed in this place. Was she new?
Matt's hand started going into faster strokes in the thought of only remembering how you smelled, imagining how you would smell if he had you here with him, doing him a handjob.
“Oh..fuck” He moaned quietly, as if he was too loud, someone would know what he was thinking and the things that he was imagining with you.
Before he could think about what he was doing, he was so close to you already. You were on your knees, praying. From his senses, he could hear the soft jingle of a necklace, a cross, and also from the sound of your movements and the little air that circulated in the church, he could hear the movement of the dress you were wearing…a nun?
He was gonna walk away, try to ignore this feeling that was growing in his chest, but your voice…your sweet voice that sounded as if it was covered in soft and sweet honey.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, can I help you?”
Your voice became an echo in Matt’s mind, thinking of that sentence over and over again, thinking of you asking that before you would put your mouth on his thick and long cock of his, taking him so well, imagining how your mouth would feel, so warm and perfect.
The moment he felt the heat in his lower belly grow until going wild, Matt was hitting his orgasm so fast and heavy that he let a heavy moan rip through his throat. He could feel his semen going over his stomach and hand. He caressed his tip, trying to hit the overstimulation until he was satisfied enough, letting a little whine get away from his lips.
He knew this was wrong; he knew that imagining you, the new nun from the Clinton Church, was so bad, but every time he would smell that rose scent and the way your heartbeat sounded, he was a gonner, he would sin if it was for you.
“Can I help you?”
Remembering this brings him some kind of peace, some peace he didn't know he needed until now. He moves his head to the sound of your voice, remembering that you asked him something and that the sound of your heartbeat could wait a little.
“I'm sorry, I was just…” He couldn’t think of any excuse, as if your presence itself was making his brain go too much from your existence. It was somehow stressful; he never fails to say the right thing. He was a lawyer, for god's sake! He made a living by saying the right thing at the right time. If Foggy saw him like this with a girl, he would laugh at him so hard.
“Are you new?” Matt asked so curiously. He couldn't avoid it.
You were about to respond, but Matt noticed some steps he knew very well since he was a kid, and that made him tense a little, as if Father Lantom might read his mind about how a few moments ago he was savoring one of his new nuns at his church. Deep inside, Matt even felt disgusted by it, but he couldn't help it, not with you. You were too…tempting, as if the devil himself had dragged you here to torment him of something he couldn't have.
“Matthew, I see you have met our new personnel.” Father Lantsom smiled at you while nodding to you in a greeting. If he knew that Matt's heart was exploding in his chest, he didn't make it noticeable.
“Father Lantsom,” You greeted back. Matt almost fainted with the sweetness of your voice; you sounded so soft and kind, and he was just short-circuited from you. What was wrong with him? he wanted to slap himself for being such…such a perv!
“Yeah, I…yeah, I have,” Matt said as if it was the hardest thing he had to say in weeks, as if he didn't go out of a trial a few days ago where he talked about subjects harder and stronger than this. This was just confirming that he met you! nothing more! Matt fixed his glasses as if his life depended on it, and after some minutes, he then realised he had to introduce himself. He was all over the place today. He extended his hand to you, politely and welcomingly, as he has always been with anyone. “Matt Murdock”
You shake his hand with a soft smile introducing yourself to Matt, you notice the folding cane he was using, and also the glasses gave a very good hint, you noticed instantly that he was blind, but you didn't mind a bit, it intrigued you more to meet him, but then the words of Father Lantom broke the train of thought you were both having.
“Well, I leave you two to meet each other.” Said Father Lantom, giving a little palm into Matt’s shoulder, “Don't do something i wouldn't do?”
“Didn't plan it on it.” He gave Father Lantom a little sarcastic smile that almost looked genuine, and with that, he left you two alone.
Matt, keep thinking about how he shared more interactions with you and your sweet self, but he knew it was wrong, you were a nun. You were committed to god by choice. You would never choose him; besides that, you couldn't even have a relationship after you were now a NEW NUN. If he got in the way, it would be a big mistake for him as a catholic and you as a nun. It would be the scandal of the year, and he knew he would never forgive himself if he did something that would damage your image in the church.
He gave it a turn in his head over and over and over again, and every time he saw how the situation was, he saw new consequences and barriers that got in the way of him not getting involved with you. New reasons came to make him realise this was the worst idea he had ever had. But all those thoughts would make him want to kiss you and take you to his bed and fuck you until you couldn't even say anything, just his name over and over like a prayer.
With the days passing over him, it became weeks, and the feeling of your presence was beginning to be infuriating. Matt started thinking he had an addiction to you, about your smell, about how you moved, how your voice sounded every time you talked to him. Every Sunday, he went to church, and you asked why he didn’t go last week, if he was absent because of his patrols in hell kitchen. You were perfect, but so forbidden.
Today, he had a bad patrol. He came to his apartment tired and so done with what happened today, he just wanted to lie down and rest. Just with the thoughts of how tomorrow he will get to work and see foggy once again after everything that has happened this week.
That same Sunday morning, you tangle his arm with his to guide him to the pews to take a seat, and in the way, your fingers caressed his forearm. Maybe you did it unconsciously, but Matt totally noticed. He shouldn't be bothered so much by it, but the smell of roses plus the caress? He was wrapped in your finger, and you didn't even know it. The thought of it made him fall asleep like a baby, and he thought that would be it for the day.
He was laying on his bed, relaxed and sleeping on his soft sheets, until he felt that soft pleasure from something warm around his cock. It felt so good, he whined so pathetically about it. He started waking up, and he reached his hand down his torso, and then he felt the soft hair of the person who was giving him head. From the touch of it, he knew it was you, it had to be you and no one else. No one else could give him head as you did.
His hips met your throat, and he heard the soft gasp and gag of your throat. His fingers tangle against your hair, making it sting with the force Matt is using, but you didn't even flinch; you took it as an encouragement. You bob your head up and down his long cock, trying to take everything you can. spit going all the way into his length down into his base and pubic hair, feeling how your jaw is starting to sore and struggle with his size, but you didn't care, you didn't mind.
“Yeah…take it–fuck” He moaned while he stared helping you in the pace “Atta girl.” He keeps moaning while tugging at your hair.
You caress his balls while bobbing your head, trying to take him fully. You gag uncontrollably around him, making him moan your name like a prayer. You can't seem to stop by the moans and whimpers Matt is pulling without being ashamed of being loud. He is enjoying it; you can feel it by the way his hips are going up to match your pace, but he wants more than just your mouth. He needs you.
He pulls you away from his cock the moment he feels he is so close to the edge. He doesn't want to cum in your mouth—he isn’t against it, though. Maybe another time—but he has other plans in mind. He pulls your head by grabbing you by the neck while his thumb is in your jaw, dragging you up his body to then devour you like a man who has been starving for months.
The kiss is pure tongue, teeth, and spit. Matt can even taste himself on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth because of it. eating you whole until neither of you can breathe. He manhandles you so easily that just the thought of it could make him cum so fast.
He turns you, grabbing you by your waist, so you are laying on your back. Matt doesn't break the kiss at any moment. not even a single bit, and when he does, he puts his thumb on your lips to feel them all swollen, and it's so stimulating that his cock is hurting from how hard he is getting right now.
“I need to fuck you,” He groaned, already reaching for the drawer in his nightstand where he knew where the condoms where but he felt your soft hand against his arm. Stopping him.
“We don't need it…” You said, dragging his hand to palm your left bare breast and squeeze it while his thumb passed over your already hard nipple, making you more sensitive than you already were. “We can do it bare…if you want.”
Matt felt like he was in heaven. He shut you up with a heavy kiss, moaning into your mouth, “You don't need to tell me twice, darling.” He smirked while he nipped and licked your tits for a while before stroking his cock once or twice before starting entering you.
He tried to go slow, he really did, but you felt so good. so tight while you were feeling that big stretch of your walls that it was going to painfully but Matt was too selfish for his own good, so he bottomed out into the hilt so quickly you started tearing up and squirming from feeling so full.
“Matt…is too much.” You whined. Your body pulling away from him, but Matt grips you from your hips, keeping you in place.
“Shh, Shh, it's alright, I'm gonna make you feel good.” He coos into your ear while he cups your cheek. After some minutes, he started moving softly, until only his tip was inside you and going back again. he worked you up until he felt your face and body relax into him.
“Good–so good for me already,” He murmured, kissing your neck and making his thrusts more noticeable and less soft. He could feel your walls sucking him so tight by the minute, it was driving him crazy. He started grinning into your pussy, making you whine. You didn’t know if it was because it was too much or because you wanted more. You were so cock-drunk already, and this was just the beginning of it.
Time was blurring, a moment collapsing with another. Matt couldn't remember how many times he had already made you go over the edge, four times. five? Matt couldn't recall, but he knew it was a lot since you were so fucking wet, in and out, the sounds he was hearing were so pornographic and obscene. all those wet sounds with every thrust and skin slapping with skin. Matt himself had come already two times that he could remember, and he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
He had you on your stomach now. Feeling his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. He knew you were already so gone since you just moaned with every thrust he gave you, drooling over his pillow.
“Just one more baby, one more. You can manage, can’t you?” he would coo to you every time he started to feel your orgasm close, or his. His thrust will get harder and faster. Your ass is bouncing every time Matt closes the gap between you, while unconsciously, your hips were lifting to match his thrusts. Matt liked that about you.
“You want one more baby? You greedy little slut.” That somehow makes you want more from him, since you were sucking him so nicely into your little hole. Matt groaned from the feeling going even faster while his hand reached over your already oversensitive puffy clit and started stimulating it once again. You whined so loud and high pitched it made Matt want to come all over you once more.
Matt was so high from pleasure that the thought of what he was doing was blurring one to another. he could only grab you by the hips and keep going until he finished
“One more, one more.” He keeps telling himself and you to keep himself from drowning in this desire and arousal. After a few more hard thrusts and him overstimulating you, he reached his orgasm with you along, painting your velvet walls white from his sweet cum while your juice goes all over his dick. He wanted to say something to do something more after it. But he finally woke up.
He was sweaty, panting, and very, very warm from the dream he just had. It was the most vivid dream he ever had in his life. He couldn't imagine he had a wet dream after all this. This was going into a limit he couldn't control. He moved, trying to calm himself, but then he felt the wet feeling in his underwear. He had cum all over his underwear with this dream. Now, how will he look at you now?! “This is so wrong,” he groaned, hiding himself from the world with his hands over his face.
After the most embarrassing morning he could have had all week, he was tired. This desire was becoming a problem for him. He couldn't sleep without thinking of that wet dream he had about you. He barely eats since he is tired from the lack of sleep. His only source of energy was coffee and sometimes an apple he would grab from the fridge. However, this was taking a level of problematic, and even Matt himself was noticing the toll it was taking on him.
But when he talked to you when he got to the church? He was a goner. He would bring you flowers every time he could; he didn’t know if they were pretty enough, but he knew he picked them well, and you were happy everytime so that made him happy.
The talks you two would have on a bench outside the church were always simple. Nothing too complicated to make him think too much and get overwhelmed because of it, but nothing too short. He treasure thouse moments with you because he knew that whatever you would say to him would make him feel at ease and in control once more after so long.
People around Matt started noticing the decay, but also how, after going to church, he seemed more at ease. Foggy was one of those who completely noticed at first glance. He tried to get Matt to talk to him, but he knew he wouldn't get much. Matt was hard to get to confess stuff, more so if it was something from his personal life. The only thing Foggy told him was “Just don't get too much over the edge okey? I know how you can close yourself, and don't let go of stuff, it's not healthy.”
Matt actually thought of what Foggy said. Most of the time, he didn't give it much thought, but this time, he did, and maybe things were already going over the edge. More than he wanted to. And before he knew it, one day he was going to church very early in the morning.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned,” Matt vowed his head, trying to ground himself and actually do it. He was sitting in the confessional after so long. It felt strange, but something that had to be done. “I confess that I have sinned in my thoughts, in my words, and in my actions… I need your guidance, father”
Matt knew Father Lantsom would help him. He always knew what to say, but…this was different. He also knew that he knew what he meant by “sinned in my thoughts.” He noticed how he got too close to you; Matt wasn't like that so easily, and Lantsom was no fool.
“It's been too long since my last confession. And maybe I should have come sonner father, but…I just couldn't bring myself to speak up.” Matt took away his red glasses, overwhelmed by what he had to say.
“What is it that is bothering you?” Lantsom asked as calmly as ever. If he knew what Matt was gonna say or not, he didn't show. He just let Matt say it as he needed to say it. which deep down, Matt appreciated that.
“I have been thinking a lot about…someone..who I shouldn’t, but my brain is betraying me with these dreams and these thoughts of her, and it's like a disease I cannot get rid of, and I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do to stop it.” He stopped for a moment to take a breath to get his thoughts right, and then he said it, what he feared the most about this. “But deep down I think I don't want to make it stop…I want more, and I know that I'm greedy for it, but I just can't stop it…deep down I want her.”
The silence consumes the confessionary. This was a lot to take in. Matt was so afraid of his own feelings towards you because it meant betraying his own beliefs and what he had been taught since he had a memory. On the other hand, Father Lantsom knew somehow that it was about you; he had seen it. How you and Matt talk every time he comes by, Matt bringing you flowers, Matt being so close to your personal space. It was weird, but Father Lantsom also knew that you were kind and polite, you wouldn't push Matt aside, but you didn’t had feeling for Matt like Matt had for you.
Matt’s feelings were so close to turning into an obsession for you; he knew how you smelled, the sound of your heartbeat, the sounds of your footsteps every time you got closer, how your hair texture felt in the tip of his fingertips, even he knew your schedule at the church, at what time you prayed, you cleaned, when you help at the Saint Agnes Orphanage, even the time you arrive and when you leave home. He had all the resources to find you if he wanted to, and it was scaring him how deep he was into you.
But you…you had your mind in your religion. Yes, you were kind and sweet to Matt, but you were with everybody; you were a kind soul who helped the unwanted and the ones who needed saving. That's why you became a nun, but somehow you managed to meet Matt, and he had been the kindest person you have ever met. Of course, you had other friends at the church, but Matt was different, and you knew that maybe he liked you in a way he shouldn’t, but he was still kind and treated you right. Is it bad to want someone like that in your life? You didn't think so.
“Matthew, I know this is hard, I know you want to change, but I do need to know this…”
“Don't make me say it, Father.” Matt had his hands over his face.
“I need to know if it's about sister-” But before he could continue, Matt was already getting up, ready to leave the confessionary.
“I won't say it…pretend I wasn't here today okey? If you see her, tell her I didn't came today, invent something, I don't know…just don’t.”
Before Father Lantsom could say something else to try to calm Matt down and talk, he left, saying something like “I knew this was a bad idea.” Matt took his jacket with him and went to a secluded chapel around the church to pray by himself. He didn't like the idea of Father Lantsom seeing him in the main chapel and continuing with his stupid interrogation. Matt just wanted peace. He was on his knees, praying for this to stop, for something to change and make him go back on track to his normal life before you, but he knew he didn't want that; he enjoyed your company, maybe more than he should.
“Matthew?”
That voice, the smell of roses. He didn't even have to ask or say anything to know who it was. It was you. The last thing he needed right now was you–ironically–He was done with you, he had to, for the good of you and himself. But you were a drug, a drug Matt couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and he was a bout to relapse into you.
“Today is not a good day, sister.”
“Sister,” Not even by your name, but by your religious title. You knew something was wrong the moment he didn't call you by your name, with that soft edge he would use when he was around you.
“Is something wrong, Matthew? Father Lantsom is looking for you.” Matt didn't even respond; he kept his head down, avoiding your presence, as if you didn't exist and he wanted you not to exist and breathe the same air as him.
“Matt, do you need any help? I can-”
“Stop it, please stop saying that,” He said softly, almost a whisper, still kneeling in front of the chapel.
“I just want to-”
“I don't need you, okay?!” He shouted, finally getting up and looking up at you. He had his glasses on, but you could notice the troubled expression on his face even with them. “I don't need your help, okay?...not today.” And with that, he just left, left you alone in the chapel, being so confused about what you could have done wrong or if he had other stuff bothering him. You stayed worried almost all day, thinking if Matt was okay after all.
Matt got home frustrated, tired, and mostly troubled. He didn’t know what to do with you anymore, he…he loved you, he loved you so much it hurt that he knew he couldn't have you, and knowing his desire grew more and more by the days that passed and how long he spent with you, talking to you and appreciating all of you.
He decided that it was better to forget about this, make as if nothing ever happened, and go to sleep. Try to rest. Recover all the energy he had lost over the days. He took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and he lay on his stomach, hugging the pillow from the headboard and closing his eyes to find some rest.
...
Matt lifted his head, but instead of feeling his pillow, he felt your naked soft skin; you were both bare. Matt lifted his head and started kissing your breast, as softly as he could ever be. He closed his mouth over your nipple and suck until it was a deep red. He kept doing that to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand travels over your bare folds and teases your clit while sucking your breast.
“Already so soaked for me baby,” he murmured without stopping the licking on your breasts and the kisses, he was so pleasure drunk right now, he didn't know what he was doing, but the moment he inserted a finger in your pussy and feel your gummy wall, you made the most delicious sound he could have heard that woke him up so suddenly from his high.
“You like that, honey? I know you do,” he stared, twisting and curling his finger while adding another two more fingers of his, preparing you for what's to come. When he felt your walls start to squeeze his fingers, he pulled them away, making you whine about the loss of pleasure. “Shh, shh, calm down, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
He stroked his cock once and twice. His tip was already so flushed red and harder than expected. His tip is already with pre-cum. While he strokes himself, he spreads the pre-cum over his cock as a lubricant. He kissed you deeply, then aligned himself into your entrance, and without warning or preparation, he pushed balls deep into you with a heavy thrust. You gasped at the burn from the stretch, holding yourself from his bicep, your nails digging into his skin, making him groan at the pain that turned into more pleasure from his part, and your walls squeezing so deliciously his long dick.
Tonight, he would thrust into you so harshly without even thinking of remorse for how fast or hard he was going. He heard all the whines and moans you would let out with every time he met your hips with every thrust. His thrust became so hard that the headboard from his thrusts was making it hit the wall repeatedly, but he ignored it. He was so close to the edge he didn't want to stop, he wanted to fill you up and make you his right there, in his bed with his hands over your hips and squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you even more sensitive.
The hits from the headboard where staring to be so loud he couldn't even hear your moans anymore, it was soft but not so loud anymore, but he kept going. “I'm gonna fill you up so badly, baby. Would you let me?”
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Gonna. Fill. You. Up,” he emphasized every word with a thrust until then he stared, emptying his seed over your velvety walls, he fell back into your chest, tired from all the energy from the night.
…
He got up from his bed all sweaty, panting, and still lying over his stomach, his chest, and face were all sweaty. He felt as if he had run a marathon, and the sound from what he thought was the sound of a headboard hitting the wall in his dream was actually the door from his apartment. The noise was like an echo through the whole apartment, making it annoying
“Who the fuck is at my door?” He groaned to himself, passing a hand over his face. He felt awful, mostly because of the energy wasted in his dream. he sleep to gain energy, not waste it. When the noise didn't cease, he lost it.
“Coming! I'm coming!” He screamed at whoever was at the wall, and finally it shut up for a bit, which gave him time to just grab a thin jacket he had around and didn't even sip it on, he was just too tired to remember he didn't have a t-shirt on and that whoever was at the door would see all his six pack with his chest hair.
He didn't know who was behind the door, but the moment he opened it and was greeted by the presence that sat in front of him, there was no doubt who it was. Roses and that sound of a heartbeat, where music to his ears, he knew better than anyone, but he also noticed the frown created on your face the moment he opened the door, supposedly by the panting, the sweating, and him not having a shirt. Matt was left out of words since how he appeared in front of you and how the imagined that his mind had done a few minutes ago from his brain was still very vivid in his mind. He knew that if he talked, he would say something stupid. So you talked first.
“Matthew? Are you ok? Why are you panting?” You sounded really worried. thank god you were naive, he thought.
“Sister, I… I'm fine. What are you doing here this late at night?” he said, trying to sound as calm and nonchalant as possible to hide his still very prominent boner.
“I just got so worried you left so upset…I made cookies for you,” He heard how you lifted the basket you had, and indeed the smell of the cookies was very prominent and…delicious. “May I come in?” You said so sweetly, how could he say no? Without hesitation, he pulls aside.
“Yeah, yeah, come in.” He said, clearing his throat to keep his calm. He wasn’t, and he probably would never be beside you, but right now, he had you, not as much as he wanted and dreamed of, but it was something, and Matt wouldn’t stop those dreams. Maybe he didn’t want to take them away at all since it seemed it was the only place he could have you all to himself. This was all he needed. Even if it was a sin, it was his greed that made him act, and he wasn't sorry for it. not now…or ever.
The ending was somehow kind of lazy, but UGH! I'm such a slut for Matt Murdock that man can do whatever he wants to me. This was such a fun writing, and let's get fcking real, I was horny as fuck while writing it. Also, writing it with a heated rivalry soundtrack? peak
"Having him on the couch, wincing as you stitched his wounds closed, felt as though your heart tugged in anger and confusion, but most of all, hurt. You hurt for him. If there was one thing in the world you could take away, it was the pain, wounds, and blood on him. It surprised you. You never expected your marriage would end up like this. For a minute, it was a normal routine: pick him up from his law firm (if you were lucky, maybe ask him out for a coffee date and hear about his day), head home, and kiss him goodnight. Now it felt so much more complicated when he started his vigilantism, and the normalcy... disgusted you. Every night felt like a waiting game; the blood that would stain your fingers and leave a faint metallic odor in the air should disgust you, but it didn't. It was so common that you would be more surprised if Matt came home unbruised than the opposite outcome."
PAIRING: perv!Matt Murdock x Nun!reader
SUMMARY: "I want to sin every time I am with her." Matt has always been a devout and faithful individual, adhering to his moral principles. But when he met the new nun from his church, he had been the most sinful he had been in his life, thinking of you in his bed.
TAGS: 18+ CONTENT | smut, masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, nipple licking, nipple play, PinV, unprotected sex, oral sex(m!receiving), creampie, breeding kink, Somnophilia(kinda?), degradation play, Wet dreams, sacrilegious behavior, praise, porn with plot, POV Matt.
W.C: 5.4K
AUTHOR'S NOTE: IMPORTANT. The text in italics is Matt's flashbacks or imagination of you, to clarify, since even I couldn't see the difference. So, if you notice a slight bend in the text between lines, it's because of that. Besides that, Enjoy!!
MASTERLIST [AO3]
Matt has been into his religion since he can remember. Since he was a child, he would confess his sins, and his morals were constructed into his faith. He would have never believed this would happen to him, that he would be lying on his bed very early in the morning, stroking his cock because of the new nun who was serving in Clinton Church.
Matt had gone to the Church just like he always did. He sits there for a while, letting his senses take in his surroundings, the smell of the wood surrounding the building, the candles being consumed by the fire that lights them, the soft sound of the wood every time someone moves or walks around the place, the feeling of the light entering from the stained glass, and…
That smell, that soft smell of roses from someone Matt never noticed before, the sound of your breathing, that smell of roses, the way you would hum something softly so nobody could hear but only you. It was infuriating; it was something new that Matt never noticed in this place. Was she new?
Matt's hand started going into faster strokes in the thought of only remembering how you smelled, imagining how you would smell if he had you here with him, doing him a handjob.
“Oh..fuck” He moaned quietly, as if he was too loud, someone would know what he was thinking and the things that he was imagining with you.
Before he could think about what he was doing, he was so close to you already. You were on your knees, praying. From his senses, he could hear the soft jingle of a necklace, a cross, and also from the sound of your movements and the little air that circulated in the church, he could hear the movement of the dress you were wearing…a nun?
He was gonna walk away, try to ignore this feeling that was growing in his chest, but your voice…your sweet voice that sounded as if it was covered in soft and sweet honey.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, can I help you?”
Your voice became an echo in Matt’s mind, thinking of that sentence over and over again, thinking of you asking that before you would put your mouth on his thick and long cock of his, taking him so well, imagining how your mouth would feel, so warm and perfect.
The moment he felt the heat in his lower belly grow until going wild, Matt was hitting his orgasm so fast and heavy that he let a heavy moan rip through his throat. He could feel his semen going over his stomach and hand. He caressed his tip, trying to hit the overstimulation until he was satisfied enough, letting a little whine get away from his lips.
He knew this was wrong; he knew that imagining you, the new nun from the Clinton Church, was so bad, but every time he would smell that rose scent and the way your heartbeat sounded, he was a gonner, he would sin if it was for you.
“Can I help you?”
Remembering this brings him some kind of peace, some peace he didn't know he needed until now. He moves his head to the sound of your voice, remembering that you asked him something and that the sound of your heartbeat could wait a little.
“I'm sorry, I was just…” He couldn’t think of any excuse, as if your presence itself was making his brain go too much from your existence. It was somehow stressful; he never fails to say the right thing. He was a lawyer, for god's sake! He made a living by saying the right thing at the right time. If Foggy saw him like this with a girl, he would laugh at him so hard.
“Are you new?” Matt asked so curiously. He couldn't avoid it.
You were about to respond, but Matt noticed some steps he knew very well since he was a kid, and that made him tense a little, as if Father Lantom might read his mind about how a few moments ago he was savoring one of his new nuns at his church. Deep inside, Matt even felt disgusted by it, but he couldn't help it, not with you. You were too…tempting, as if the devil himself had dragged you here to torment him of something he couldn't have.
“Matthew, I see you have met our new personnel.” Father Lantsom smiled at you while nodding to you in a greeting. If he knew that Matt's heart was exploding in his chest, he didn't make it noticeable.
“Father Lantsom,” You greeted back. Matt almost fainted with the sweetness of your voice; you sounded so soft and kind, and he was just short-circuited from you. What was wrong with him? he wanted to slap himself for being such…such a perv!
“Yeah, I…yeah, I have,” Matt said as if it was the hardest thing he had to say in weeks, as if he didn't go out of a trial a few days ago where he talked about subjects harder and stronger than this. This was just confirming that he met you! nothing more! Matt fixed his glasses as if his life depended on it, and after some minutes, he then realised he had to introduce himself. He was all over the place today. He extended his hand to you, politely and welcomingly, as he has always been with anyone. “Matt Murdock”
You shake his hand with a soft smile introducing yourself to Matt, you notice the folding cane he was using, and also the glasses gave a very good hint, you noticed instantly that he was blind, but you didn't mind a bit, it intrigued you more to meet him, but then the words of Father Lantom broke the train of thought you were both having.
“Well, I leave you two to meet each other.” Said Father Lantom, giving a little palm into Matt’s shoulder, “Don't do something i wouldn't do?”
“Didn't plan it on it.” He gave Father Lantom a little sarcastic smile that almost looked genuine, and with that, he left you two alone.
Matt, keep thinking about how he shared more interactions with you and your sweet self, but he knew it was wrong, you were a nun. You were committed to god by choice. You would never choose him; besides that, you couldn't even have a relationship after you were now a NEW NUN. If he got in the way, it would be a big mistake for him as a catholic and you as a nun. It would be the scandal of the year, and he knew he would never forgive himself if he did something that would damage your image in the church.
He gave it a turn in his head over and over and over again, and every time he saw how the situation was, he saw new consequences and barriers that got in the way of him not getting involved with you. New reasons came to make him realise this was the worst idea he had ever had. But all those thoughts would make him want to kiss you and take you to his bed and fuck you until you couldn't even say anything, just his name over and over like a prayer.
With the days passing over him, it became weeks, and the feeling of your presence was beginning to be infuriating. Matt started thinking he had an addiction to you, about your smell, about how you moved, how your voice sounded every time you talked to him. Every Sunday, he went to church, and you asked why he didn’t go last week, if he was absent because of his patrols in hell kitchen. You were perfect, but so forbidden.
Today, he had a bad patrol. He came to his apartment tired and so done with what happened today, he just wanted to lie down and rest. Just with the thoughts of how tomorrow he will get to work and see foggy once again after everything that has happened this week.
That same Sunday morning, you tangle his arm with his to guide him to the pews to take a seat, and in the way, your fingers caressed his forearm. Maybe you did it unconsciously, but Matt totally noticed. He shouldn't be bothered so much by it, but the smell of roses plus the caress? He was wrapped in your finger, and you didn't even know it. The thought of it made him fall asleep like a baby, and he thought that would be it for the day.
He was laying on his bed, relaxed and sleeping on his soft sheets, until he felt that soft pleasure from something warm around his cock. It felt so good, he whined so pathetically about it. He started waking up, and he reached his hand down his torso, and then he felt the soft hair of the person who was giving him head. From the touch of it, he knew it was you, it had to be you and no one else. No one else could give him head as you did.
His hips met your throat, and he heard the soft gasp and gag of your throat. His fingers tangle against your hair, making it sting with the force Matt is using, but you didn't even flinch; you took it as an encouragement. You bob your head up and down his long cock, trying to take everything you can. spit going all the way into his length down into his base and pubic hair, feeling how your jaw is starting to sore and struggle with his size, but you didn't care, you didn't mind.
“Yeah…take it–fuck” He moaned while he stared helping you in the pace “Atta girl.” He keeps moaning while tugging at your hair.
You caress his balls while bobbing your head, trying to take him fully. You gag uncontrollably around him, making him moan your name like a prayer. You can't seem to stop by the moans and whimpers Matt is pulling without being ashamed of being loud. He is enjoying it; you can feel it by the way his hips are going up to match your pace, but he wants more than just your mouth. He needs you.
He pulls you away from his cock the moment he feels he is so close to the edge. He doesn't want to cum in your mouth—he isn’t against it, though. Maybe another time—but he has other plans in mind. He pulls your head by grabbing you by the neck while his thumb is in your jaw, dragging you up his body to then devour you like a man who has been starving for months.
The kiss is pure tongue, teeth, and spit. Matt can even taste himself on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth because of it. eating you whole until neither of you can breathe. He manhandles you so easily that just the thought of it could make him cum so fast.
He turns you, grabbing you by your waist, so you are laying on your back. Matt doesn't break the kiss at any moment. not even a single bit, and when he does, he puts his thumb on your lips to feel them all swollen, and it's so stimulating that his cock is hurting from how hard he is getting right now.
“I need to fuck you,” He groaned, already reaching for the drawer in his nightstand where he knew where the condoms where but he felt your soft hand against his arm. Stopping him.
“We don't need it…” You said, dragging his hand to palm your left bare breast and squeeze it while his thumb passed over your already hard nipple, making you more sensitive than you already were. “We can do it bare…if you want.”
Matt felt like he was in heaven. He shut you up with a heavy kiss, moaning into your mouth, “You don't need to tell me twice, darling.” He smirked while he nipped and licked your tits for a while before stroking his cock once or twice before starting entering you.
He tried to go slow, he really did, but you felt so good. so tight while you were feeling that big stretch of your walls that it was going to painfully but Matt was too selfish for his own good, so he bottomed out into the hilt so quickly you started tearing up and squirming from feeling so full.
“Matt…is too much.” You whined. Your body pulling away from him, but Matt grips you from your hips, keeping you in place.
“Shh, Shh, it's alright, I'm gonna make you feel good.” He coos into your ear while he cups your cheek. After some minutes, he started moving softly, until only his tip was inside you and going back again. he worked you up until he felt your face and body relax into him.
“Good–so good for me already,” He murmured, kissing your neck and making his thrusts more noticeable and less soft. He could feel your walls sucking him so tight by the minute, it was driving him crazy. He started grinning into your pussy, making you whine. You didn’t know if it was because it was too much or because you wanted more. You were so cock-drunk already, and this was just the beginning of it.
Time was blurring, a moment collapsing with another. Matt couldn't remember how many times he had already made you go over the edge, four times. five? Matt couldn't recall, but he knew it was a lot since you were so fucking wet, in and out, the sounds he was hearing were so pornographic and obscene. all those wet sounds with every thrust and skin slapping with skin. Matt himself had come already two times that he could remember, and he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
He had you on your stomach now. Feeling his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. He knew you were already so gone since you just moaned with every thrust he gave you, drooling over his pillow.
“Just one more baby, one more. You can manage, can’t you?” he would coo to you every time he started to feel your orgasm close, or his. His thrust will get harder and faster. Your ass is bouncing every time Matt closes the gap between you, while unconsciously, your hips were lifting to match his thrusts. Matt liked that about you.
“You want one more baby? You greedy little slut.” That somehow makes you want more from him, since you were sucking him so nicely into your little hole. Matt groaned from the feeling going even faster while his hand reached over your already oversensitive puffy clit and started stimulating it once again. You whined so loud and high pitched it made Matt want to come all over you once more.
Matt was so high from pleasure that the thought of what he was doing was blurring one to another. he could only grab you by the hips and keep going until he finished
“One more, one more.” He keeps telling himself and you to keep himself from drowning in this desire and arousal. After a few more hard thrusts and him overstimulating you, he reached his orgasm with you along, painting your velvet walls white from his sweet cum while your juice goes all over his dick. He wanted to say something to do something more after it. But he finally woke up.
He was sweaty, panting, and very, very warm from the dream he just had. It was the most vivid dream he ever had in his life. He couldn't imagine he had a wet dream after all this. This was going into a limit he couldn't control. He moved, trying to calm himself, but then he felt the wet feeling in his underwear. He had cum all over his underwear with this dream. Now, how will he look at you now?! “This is so wrong,” he groaned, hiding himself from the world with his hands over his face.
After the most embarrassing morning he could have had all week, he was tired. This desire was becoming a problem for him. He couldn't sleep without thinking of that wet dream he had about you. He barely eats since he is tired from the lack of sleep. His only source of energy was coffee and sometimes an apple he would grab from the fridge. However, this was taking a level of problematic, and even Matt himself was noticing the toll it was taking on him.
But when he talked to you when he got to the church? He was a goner. He would bring you flowers every time he could; he didn’t know if they were pretty enough, but he knew he picked them well, and you were happy everytime so that made him happy.
The talks you two would have on a bench outside the church were always simple. Nothing too complicated to make him think too much and get overwhelmed because of it, but nothing too short. He treasure thouse moments with you because he knew that whatever you would say to him would make him feel at ease and in control once more after so long.
People around Matt started noticing the decay, but also how, after going to church, he seemed more at ease. Foggy was one of those who completely noticed at first glance. He tried to get Matt to talk to him, but he knew he wouldn't get much. Matt was hard to get to confess stuff, more so if it was something from his personal life. The only thing Foggy told him was “Just don't get too much over the edge okey? I know how you can close yourself, and don't let go of stuff, it's not healthy.”
Matt actually thought of what Foggy said. Most of the time, he didn't give it much thought, but this time, he did, and maybe things were already going over the edge. More than he wanted to. And before he knew it, one day he was going to church very early in the morning.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned,” Matt vowed his head, trying to ground himself and actually do it. He was sitting in the confessional after so long. It felt strange, but something that had to be done. “I confess that I have sinned in my thoughts, in my words, and in my actions… I need your guidance, father”
Matt knew Father Lantsom would help him. He always knew what to say, but…this was different. He also knew that he knew what he meant by “sinned in my thoughts.” He noticed how he got too close to you; Matt wasn't like that so easily, and Lantsom was no fool.
“It's been too long since my last confession. And maybe I should have come sonner father, but…I just couldn't bring myself to speak up.” Matt took away his red glasses, overwhelmed by what he had to say.
“What is it that is bothering you?” Lantsom asked as calmly as ever. If he knew what Matt was gonna say or not, he didn't show. He just let Matt say it as he needed to say it. which deep down, Matt appreciated that.
“I have been thinking a lot about…someone..who I shouldn’t, but my brain is betraying me with these dreams and these thoughts of her, and it's like a disease I cannot get rid of, and I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do to stop it.” He stopped for a moment to take a breath to get his thoughts right, and then he said it, what he feared the most about this. “But deep down I think I don't want to make it stop…I want more, and I know that I'm greedy for it, but I just can't stop it…deep down I want her.”
The silence consumes the confessionary. This was a lot to take in. Matt was so afraid of his own feelings towards you because it meant betraying his own beliefs and what he had been taught since he had a memory. On the other hand, Father Lantsom knew somehow that it was about you; he had seen it. How you and Matt talk every time he comes by, Matt bringing you flowers, Matt being so close to your personal space. It was weird, but Father Lantsom also knew that you were kind and polite, you wouldn't push Matt aside, but you didn’t had feeling for Matt like Matt had for you.
Matt’s feelings were so close to turning into an obsession for you; he knew how you smelled, the sound of your heartbeat, the sounds of your footsteps every time you got closer, how your hair texture felt in the tip of his fingertips, even he knew your schedule at the church, at what time you prayed, you cleaned, when you help at the Saint Agnes Orphanage, even the time you arrive and when you leave home. He had all the resources to find you if he wanted to, and it was scaring him how deep he was into you.
But you…you had your mind in your religion. Yes, you were kind and sweet to Matt, but you were with everybody; you were a kind soul who helped the unwanted and the ones who needed saving. That's why you became a nun, but somehow you managed to meet Matt, and he had been the kindest person you have ever met. Of course, you had other friends at the church, but Matt was different, and you knew that maybe he liked you in a way he shouldn’t, but he was still kind and treated you right. Is it bad to want someone like that in your life? You didn't think so.
“Matthew, I know this is hard, I know you want to change, but I do need to know this…”
“Don't make me say it, Father.” Matt had his hands over his face.
“I need to know if it's about sister-” But before he could continue, Matt was already getting up, ready to leave the confessionary.
“I won't say it…pretend I wasn't here today okey? If you see her, tell her I didn't came today, invent something, I don't know…just don’t.”
Before Father Lantsom could say something else to try to calm Matt down and talk, he left, saying something like “I knew this was a bad idea.” Matt took his jacket with him and went to a secluded chapel around the church to pray by himself. He didn't like the idea of Father Lantsom seeing him in the main chapel and continuing with his stupid interrogation. Matt just wanted peace. He was on his knees, praying for this to stop, for something to change and make him go back on track to his normal life before you, but he knew he didn't want that; he enjoyed your company, maybe more than he should.
“Matthew?”
That voice, the smell of roses. He didn't even have to ask or say anything to know who it was. It was you. The last thing he needed right now was you–ironically–He was done with you, he had to, for the good of you and himself. But you were a drug, a drug Matt couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and he was a bout to relapse into you.
“Today is not a good day, sister.”
“Sister,” Not even by your name, but by your religious title. You knew something was wrong the moment he didn't call you by your name, with that soft edge he would use when he was around you.
“Is something wrong, Matthew? Father Lantsom is looking for you.” Matt didn't even respond; he kept his head down, avoiding your presence, as if you didn't exist and he wanted you not to exist and breathe the same air as him.
“Matt, do you need any help? I can-”
“Stop it, please stop saying that,” He said softly, almost a whisper, still kneeling in front of the chapel.
“I just want to-”
“I don't need you, okay?!” He shouted, finally getting up and looking up at you. He had his glasses on, but you could notice the troubled expression on his face even with them. “I don't need your help, okay?...not today.” And with that, he just left, left you alone in the chapel, being so confused about what you could have done wrong or if he had other stuff bothering him. You stayed worried almost all day, thinking if Matt was okay after all.
Matt got home frustrated, tired, and mostly troubled. He didn’t know what to do with you anymore, he…he loved you, he loved you so much it hurt that he knew he couldn't have you, and knowing his desire grew more and more by the days that passed and how long he spent with you, talking to you and appreciating all of you.
He decided that it was better to forget about this, make as if nothing ever happened, and go to sleep. Try to rest. Recover all the energy he had lost over the days. He took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and he lay on his stomach, hugging the pillow from the headboard and closing his eyes to find some rest.
...
Matt lifted his head, but instead of feeling his pillow, he felt your naked soft skin; you were both bare. Matt lifted his head and started kissing your breast, as softly as he could ever be. He closed his mouth over your nipple and suck until it was a deep red. He kept doing that to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand travels over your bare folds and teases your clit while sucking your breast.
“Already so soaked for me baby,” he murmured without stopping the licking on your breasts and the kisses, he was so pleasure drunk right now, he didn't know what he was doing, but the moment he inserted a finger in your pussy and feel your gummy wall, you made the most delicious sound he could have heard that woke him up so suddenly from his high.
“You like that, honey? I know you do,” he stared, twisting and curling his finger while adding another two more fingers of his, preparing you for what's to come. When he felt your walls start to squeeze his fingers, he pulled them away, making you whine about the loss of pleasure. “Shh, shh, calm down, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
He stroked his cock once and twice. His tip was already so flushed red and harder than expected. His tip is already with pre-cum. While he strokes himself, he spreads the pre-cum over his cock as a lubricant. He kissed you deeply, then aligned himself into your entrance, and without warning or preparation, he pushed balls deep into you with a heavy thrust. You gasped at the burn from the stretch, holding yourself from his bicep, your nails digging into his skin, making him groan at the pain that turned into more pleasure from his part, and your walls squeezing so deliciously his long dick.
Tonight, he would thrust into you so harshly without even thinking of remorse for how fast or hard he was going. He heard all the whines and moans you would let out with every time he met your hips with every thrust. His thrust became so hard that the headboard from his thrusts was making it hit the wall repeatedly, but he ignored it. He was so close to the edge he didn't want to stop, he wanted to fill you up and make you his right there, in his bed with his hands over your hips and squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you even more sensitive.
The hits from the headboard where staring to be so loud he couldn't even hear your moans anymore, it was soft but not so loud anymore, but he kept going. “I'm gonna fill you up so badly, baby. Would you let me?”
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Gonna. Fill. You. Up,” he emphasized every word with a thrust until then he stared, emptying his seed over your velvety walls, he fell back into your chest, tired from all the energy from the night.
…
He got up from his bed all sweaty, panting, and still lying over his stomach, his chest, and face were all sweaty. He felt as if he had run a marathon, and the sound from what he thought was the sound of a headboard hitting the wall in his dream was actually the door from his apartment. The noise was like an echo through the whole apartment, making it annoying
“Who the fuck is at my door?” He groaned to himself, passing a hand over his face. He felt awful, mostly because of the energy wasted in his dream. he sleep to gain energy, not waste it. When the noise didn't cease, he lost it.
“Coming! I'm coming!” He screamed at whoever was at the wall, and finally it shut up for a bit, which gave him time to just grab a thin jacket he had around and didn't even sip it on, he was just too tired to remember he didn't have a t-shirt on and that whoever was at the door would see all his six pack with his chest hair.
He didn't know who was behind the door, but the moment he opened it and was greeted by the presence that sat in front of him, there was no doubt who it was. Roses and that sound of a heartbeat, where music to his ears, he knew better than anyone, but he also noticed the frown created on your face the moment he opened the door, supposedly by the panting, the sweating, and him not having a shirt. Matt was left out of words since how he appeared in front of you and how the imagined that his mind had done a few minutes ago from his brain was still very vivid in his mind. He knew that if he talked, he would say something stupid. So you talked first.
“Matthew? Are you ok? Why are you panting?” You sounded really worried. thank god you were naive, he thought.
“Sister, I… I'm fine. What are you doing here this late at night?” he said, trying to sound as calm and nonchalant as possible to hide his still very prominent boner.
“I just got so worried you left so upset…I made cookies for you,” He heard how you lifted the basket you had, and indeed the smell of the cookies was very prominent and…delicious. “May I come in?” You said so sweetly, how could he say no? Without hesitation, he pulls aside.
“Yeah, yeah, come in.” He said, clearing his throat to keep his calm. He wasn’t, and he probably would never be beside you, but right now, he had you, not as much as he wanted and dreamed of, but it was something, and Matt wouldn’t stop those dreams. Maybe he didn’t want to take them away at all since it seemed it was the only place he could have you all to himself. This was all he needed. Even if it was a sin, it was his greed that made him act, and he wasn't sorry for it. not now…or ever.
The ending was somehow kind of lazy, but UGH! I'm such a slut for Matt Murdock that man can do whatever he wants to me. This was such a fun writing, and let's get fcking real, I was horny as fuck while writing it. Also, writing it with a heated rivalry soundtrack? peak
summary: matt finds a new way to loosen eager!reader up.
words: 3k of gross porn with no plot okay.
tags: ddba!matt (dom, slightly mean), heavy intoxication, oral (m!receiving), some choking/gagging, thigh riding, wet & sloppy kissing, piv, degradation, praise, breeding. eager!reader who is mostly nonverbal.
dedicated to @lambmurdock and @jellyfishmurdock. gif by @faithbetryin.
the door unlocks with a quiet click, and you’re already moving before it swings open, bare feet padding across the floor.
he’s home.
matt steps inside. the scent of him is distinct—the crisp bite of his cologne softened by warmth, a trace of sweat mingling with something deeper, something unmistakably him—the lingering ghost of his day spent in court. a war fought in words instead of fists, but the same brutality thrumming under his skin.
“come here, sweetie.” his voice is warm, rich, and deep, but there’s something wry curling at the edges, amusement at how quickly you’ve come to greet him. like a puppy.
he sets his cane and briefcase aside, and then his hands are on you, catching you as you all but jump into his arms. you’re naked, pressed to the solid heat of him, your bare skin soaking in every bit of residual warmth from his day.
“eager,” he murmurs against your temple, a hint of reprimanding. his lips find yours and you sigh into him, hands grasping at his jacket, your lips parting for him before he even has to coax them open.
matt tastes like bourbon and the city. something heady and thick, the bitterness of old liquor still clinging to his tongue as it slides against yours.
“missed me, huh?” his hand cups the back of your head.
your hands slide down, over the firm planes of his stomach, over his belt, until your palm cups the bulge at the front of his slacks.
his grip tightens.
you let out a small sound of surprise, breathless as he pulls you closer, as he walks you back a step, then another. there’s a bite to his touch now, a shift in the way his mouth moves against yours.
he breaks the kiss with a soft, amused hum, his hand patting your bare bottom. “you wait for me like this?” he asks, voice thick with something between fondness and amusement.
“mhm,” you whine, baby-soft.
and he knows what you want, your hand still placed insistently over his cock.
he chuckles, dry.
“come on. to the couch.”
heat licks up your spine at the command, and you don’t even hesitate. you turn on wobbly legs, making your way over. he settles into the cushions with an ease that’s almost lazy. obediently, you kneel between his legs. your body hums with anticipation, mouth watering before he even touches you.
he sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, his other resting on his lap, thumb stroking at your chin. “eager, aren’t we?”
“wanna cum, matt,” you whimper, impatient having waited all day like he’d asked.
he hums, seemingly contemplative, tapping your cheek twice. “then you have a job to do first, don’t you?”
“and we go slow. ah-ah, hands in your lap.”
“go on.”
you duck your head, letting him guide you forward with a hand in your hair, your lips parting as you nuzzle against his growing cock beneath the fabric. you mouth at it softly at first, dragging your tongue over the intoxicating shape of him.
matt hums. his fingers tighten, muttering something under his breath, something that sounds like ‘—good for me.’
you tilt your head up, chin pressing against him. your mouth parts, lips open, pink tongue resting there like an invitation.
he unfastens his belt with one hand, the metal clinking softly. his cock is half hard when he frees it, flushed and thick, the tip gleaming. your stomach tightens at the sight, and you instinctively start to reach—
his hand yanks your hair back, softly.
“ah-ah. what’d i say.”
his grip loosens, rubbing small circles against your scalp like an apology, but his voice stays firm. “in your lap.”
you obey immediately, folding them neatly in front of you, thighs squeezing together as you breathe through the ache of needing to touch him, needing to feel him.
and then he’s guiding himself to your lips, pressing the swollen head against your tongue. you immediately suckle, greedy, like it’s instinct.
he groans, low in his throat, hand tightening in your hair.
“god—”
but you don’t want to go slow. you want him now, want him deep—
his grip tightens suddenly, pulling you back just an inch, just enough to make you whine, blinking up at him with glazed, pleading eyes.
he smirks.
“eager thing,” he murmurs, and then he taps the head of his cock against your tongue, light, patronizing. “slow down. or this is going to be over in thirty seconds.”
his tone is even, patient, but you can feel the tension in his body, in the way his muscles cord under his skin, the way his breath shudders slightly when you swirl your tongue over the tip.
he lets you sink down slowly, guiding your movements with a firm grip in your hair, controlling how much you take, how fast, how deep. at first, he’s merciful, letting you adjust, letting you savor the weight of him on your tongue. but it doesn’t last.
his pace picks up, and suddenly he’s using your mouth the way he wants, the way he needs, pushing you down, holding you there until your throat flutters wet and constricts around him, then pulling you back up only to do it again.
“there we go,” he croons, dark.
your nails dig into your thighs, knuckles white. he’s panting above you, abs tensing, there’s a little stutter in his hips when you swallow around him.
and then, in a moment of desperation, you forget yourself—you reach up, fingers grasping at his thigh—
he yanks you off with a wet, obscene pop.
you cough wetly, drool slicking your chin. his cock glistens with your spit, a trail of saliva connecting to your lips.
he tuts, shaking his head slowly, thumb wiping the mess from your cheek before gripping your jaw.
“hands.”
your hands fly back into your lap.
“and—breathe, sweetheart.” a pause. then, more amused, “so desperate you forgot to, huh?”
“messy thing,” he mutters, almost in awe, with praise. “but you’re trying so hard for me.”
you lean into his touch, nuzzling against his palm, pressing small kisses to the base of his thumb. he chuckles, shaking his head.
he allows you forward again, your mouth closing around his cock again.
you take more and more of him until your throat tightens, until your breath catches. he groans, the sound deep and approving, and then his grip tightens, guiding you down further, until your nose brushes the well-groomed base of him, until he can feel your throat fluttering—wet and tight—around him.
and then as if speaking about you partly to himself—
“you can take more. relax.”
he says it like fact, not encouragement. like he knows your limits better than you do.
your throat protests, gagging as you try to take more. you whimper, the noise muffled.
he holds you there. just for a moment. just long enough for your lungs to protest. he groans dark, ragged, wild.
you spasm around him, pleasure sparking at the warmth of his approval, at the weight of him on your tongue, at the way he moves you—slow at first, letting you adjust, but then—
—and then his hips roll up, forcing you to take more, forcing you to gag on it, and you gasp, hands flying up on instinct, grasping at his thighs for leverage—
he yanks you off with yet another wet pop. you sputter saliva this time.
“maybe you need a little help relaxing.”
his voice is smooth but there’s something underneath it. something that makes your stomach clench with anticipation.
he reaches for the glass sitting on the side table—a deep, amber whiskey, rich and smoky.
“take a sip.”
you hesitate, just a second. but then he’s pressing the rim against your mouth, tipping it just enough for the first taste to roll over your tongue. the burn is sharp, spilling heat down your throat in one searing rush. you cough, blinking against the sting as the fire spreads through your chest.
his cock slides nudges your lips, a silent command. you open up, still dazed from the whiskey burning its way through your blood. your mouth is slick, your throat relaxed, but your head feels light, your skin hot, every nerve humming.
when he pulls you up again, the rim of the glass is waiting at your lips.
matt hums, low, approving when you sip and cough again. “swallow. there you go.”
but he’s listening. the quick flutter of your pulse beneath his fingers, the way your throat flexes, adjusting. his grip slides to your jaw, thumb pressing just below the hinge, feeling the way your muscles tighten, relax.
“good girl,” he croons, tilting your chin up. “breathe.”
you exhale shakily, warm and tinged with whiskey. he catches it, head tilting slightly, inhaling deep. he knows exactly how much has hit your bloodstream already, how it’s settling into your limbs.
not yet.
his cock drags against your parted lips. your breath stutters, but you take him deeper, no jittering, no clumsy struggle. just your lips sealing around him, the wet heat of your mouth drawing him in, deeper, deeper—
he exhales sharply, grip flexing against your scalp. “that’s it.”
another breath of air. another sip.
then he’s guiding you back down. the taste of whiskey still lingers, coating your tongue, blending with the salt of his skin, the deep musk of him.
he keeps feeding you. keeps fucking your mouth. his rhythm stays slow, but the weight of him presses deeper, nudging against the back of your throat.
another breath of air. another sip.
until—
hic.
your throat spasms, a sudden jolt, and your whole body tenses involuntarily. you choke, a wet, desperate sound, and his grip tightens immediately, yanking you back just enough to keep you from losing it completely.
he listens. assesses. tracks the way your muscles have slackened.
then he exhales sharply through his nose.
you’re at your limit.
he sets the whiskey aside. you blink up at him, lips slick, pupils blown wide. his palm cradles your jaw, tilting your chin up, thumb pressing lightly against your throat, feeling your pulse hammer under his touch.
“proud of you.” his voice is softer now.
—
your head lolls, time slipping, shifting. the heat changes—no longer burning, but pooling low, pulling you under.
you moan, before you realize you’re sitting astride matt’s bare thigh, your hips rocking helplessly against the hard, warm muscle beneath you.
“there you go,” he murmurs, voice rough like gravel. his palms slide slowly up your sides, calloused thumbs dragging against your skin, making you shiver. “easy does it.”
matt’s chest is bare beneath your grasping fingers, muscles slicked lightly with sweat, the thin sheen catching the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the window. his breath fans warm across your collarbone, mouth pressing open, hungry kisses along the curve of your throat. his tongue drags lazily against your skin, leaving hot, wet trails.
“that's it, sweetheart, keep moving just like that,” matt murmurs roughly against your jaw, chuckling softly. his calloused hands roam over your body with unapologetic roughness. his fingers dig into your hips, controlling your rhythm, dragging you forward then back, helping you ride his thigh in slow, torturous strokes.
“messy,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. you inhale deeply, dizzy from the scent of him—the crisp, fading spice of his cologne mingled now with sweat, whiskey, and a sharp, masculine heat that’s uniquely matt.
his thumb drags roughly over your nipple, rolling it and you jolt against him, thighs squeezing tighter around the solid muscle of his thigh. matt chuckles darkly.
“feel good, baby?” he whispers, tone playful. “grind a little harder.”
he punctuates the tease by sliding his hand down, thumb swirling slowly—achingly slowly—around your puffy clit. you sob his name.
“good girl,” matt whispers, breath brushing your mouth now, lips close enough that you can taste him already—bourbon and salt.
your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails leaving faint marks in their wake. matt’s throat bobs visibly when you say his name. his silver cross glints faintly, catching your eye as his pulse visibly thrums in his neck, an oddly hypnotic rhythm that matches your pounding heartbeat.
you moan into his mouth, and then he’s kissing you, hard and deep, tongue sliding into your mouth. you’re pant against him, tasting the whiskey and him.
“open up more,” he orders softly. “give me that tongue.”
his kisses turn filthier, sloppier, tongues sliding messily, sharing air and saliva in languid motion.
his cock remains achingly erect against your thigh, flushed dark and slick with precum, twitching slightly whenever you move, smearing wet heat against your skin. you moan softly, almost dizzy from how badly you want him, how desperately you crave him filling you.
“matt—” you whisper, your voice rough.
his beard scratches gently against your skin. you whine softly into the kiss, hips grinding down harder, wetter, messier against his thigh, slick smearing everywhere as you chase the friction desperately. he pats your bottom in reassurance.
“soon. i promise.”
his palms slide roughly over your ass, kneading, pulling you tighter against him, until your swollen clit drags deliciously against his thigh. you’re so wet, slick smearing onto his skin, every movement sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your thighs. your breaths mingle harshly, sloppy kisses punctuated by panting, gasping.
“come on, sweetheart,” matt grunts against your mouth. “ride like you mean it—make me believe it.”
“m-matt,” you babble, hips stuttering.
then suddenly, you’re in the air—his hands gripping beneath your thighs, lifting you effortlessly, his strength an unshakable force even as your limbs go boneless. you let out a strangled gasp, thighs spreading around his waist as he maneuvers you exactly where he wants you, hovering over his cock, the swollen head pressing right against your entrance—so close, so close, but not enough.
“you want this, don’t you?” his grip tightens at your waist, fingers digging into overheated skin, holding you there, keeping you on that unbearable brink. his voice is so steady, so controlled, so infuriatingly patient despite the way his cock twitches beneath you.
“tell me, y/n. use your words.”
you whimper, clinging to his shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded. your whole body is pleading for him—every nerve singing, every muscle drawn so tight you think you might break if he doesn’t fill you now.
“please,” you sob, desperate, voice breaking as you writhe in his hold. “please, matt—need you inside—now—pleaseplease.”
the growl that rumbles from his chest is low and wrecked, his restraint snapping.
he thrusts up, driving into you in one rough, unrelenting motion, forcing you to take all of him at once. the stretch is instant, a deep, overwhelming fullness, punching the air from your lungs as he buries himself to the hilt.
you cry out, your body locking up, pleasure detonating like fire licking up your spine. the coil inside you snaps violently, your orgasm crashing over you, white-hot and unrelenting. you clench down hard around him, the spasms ripping through you in sharp, overwhelming waves.
matt doesn’t let up.
his grip on your waist tightens, holding you down against him as he grinds deeper, forcing you to feel every inch of him while you shatter. his hips roll up and up, dragging out every pulse, every aftershock.
“fuck,” he grits out, voice strained, control slipping, his hips snapping up harder, grinding against that devastating spot inside you that sends another wrecked, broken cry spilling from your lips.
he thrusts again, deeper, and then he’s gone—his body locking up beneath you, fingers bruising into your waist as a sharp, guttural groan rips from his chest. you feel him jerk deep inside you, spilling into you hot and thick, burying himself as deep as he can go while pleasure rips through both of you.
—
the world filters back in slowly—your skin fever-warm, your breath mingling with his, your body still trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure. matt holds you through all of it, broad palms smoothing over your back, tracing slow, grounding patterns into your skin.
his chest rises and falls beneath you, deep, steady, anchoring. outside, his city hums—greenpoint’s quiet streets thick with the scent of late-night takeout, the distant rumble of a motorcycle slicing through the stillness. the east river laps at the docks, a steady metronome beneath the occasional buzz of passing cars.
then, a soft kiss to your temple.
“you with me?” matt murmurs, voice raw, worn down by pleasure but still so gentle.
you hum sleepily, nodding, but his fingers tip your chin up, waiting.
“yeah,” you murmur, voice hoarse. “yeah, ‘m here.”
his hands roam, softer now—tracing your spine, checking you, mapping you all over again.
“c’mon, sweetheart,” he whispers. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
you groan in protest, clinging to him. “don’t wanna.”
he huffs a quiet laugh. but he doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away.
you nuzzle into his throat, pressing a lazy kiss there. his breath hitches, but his hands stay steady, one sliding into your hair, thumb stroking absently.
“you’re warm,” you mumble. “don’t need a bath. just need you.”
another deep inhale, another slow exhale.
“alright,” matt murmurs. “let’s stay like this a little longer, then.”
and so you do—wrapped up in him, safe, sated, time slowing to something softer. outside, his city keeps moving, slow and unbothered, streetlights flickering against old brick. but here, in his arms, the night stretches out like it belongs to you.
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