riley's inner thoughts

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[vigilantekisser]

punch and click

pairing: matt murdock x secretary!reader

summary: it’s ridiculous, because matt murdock is just kind. that’s who he is — kind to everyone, sweet to the elderly clients and charming to the young ones. beloved by the whole neighborhood. this smile isn’t special. you’re not special. (wc: 1.5k)

tags: f!reader, mutual pining, i keep writing flangst when i want to write smut... sigh. SUPER UNEDITED, if this has some similarities to my earlier secretary!reader blurbs that’s bc they’re branched off one mega draft… hehh ^_^;

part one of us at the end of the year

You’ve got it bad.

You sniff inwards, nose starting to drip on account of the weather. The bottom of the paper cups sting and dig into your fingers. This is a timed event, a regular one by all accounts. These coffee runs see you return to Matt’s office precisely when his cup sits empty, the faint ring of dried espresso at the bottom the only evidence of his last drink. 

He’s never in peril of having to go without. Your eight months as secretary to Nelson, Murdock and Page have seen to that. Like second nature, you’ve memorized the rhythm of his days. You can have his files ready before he asks, organized exactly how he prefers: contracts first, discovery second, correspondence last. And if you’re lucky enough, his lack of vision will be enough to veil it, protect your affections for him a little longer, under the guise of simply doing your job well. All of it banked on your hope that he’s not that perceptive.

So, a losing battle.

To say you’re pushing it would be an understatement.

How else to explain the stupid, painstaking braille notes you started leaving three months ago? The first one itself cost you fifty-five minutes and a headache (not to mention one stolen slate-and-stylus set, courtesy of the rarely-opened file cabinet), fingers aching from all that gripping and punching just for five words— 

Made completely worth it by the smile that had broken across his face once his fingers had finally brushed over those dots.

It’s routine now: arriving early, with coffee from the good cart or brewed yourself, and while it cools to drinking temperature on his desk (never too hot, he burns his tongue), you hunch over, punching away at whatever silly thought, whatever sweet contemplation that’s crossed your mind that morning. 

Coffee machine plotting against us / Can feel it

Foggy ate all good donuts tragedy strikes NMP

Happy Friday. All done!

You’re working on today’s (Printer can smell fear / demands human sacrifice. Hire intern?) when the door opens and Matt enters, shaking snow from his dark hair. He’s early. December in New York has been merciless, of the particular wet slush kind rather than the cold, postcard-picture type you’d dreamed about as a kid, but Matt at least navigates for himself well enough to still be charming.

“Morning,” you call out, all casual-like as if your heart hadn’t just kicked into double-time.

“Morning. That fresh coffee I smell?”

“Yeah, just how you like it,” you say, quickly finishing up, and stand to smooth your shirt out, cross his office with the gathered files. To watch him hang his coat and fold his cane gives you the impression of a hot spike sinking between your brows; it’s not hard for you to superimpose apartment walls and picture frames onto the sight, imagine it domestic. 

Oh, you’re so gone.

Matt luckily doesn’t notice. He inhales and groans appreciatively, much to the prickled pleasure at the back of your neck. “You’re an angel.”

“Hardly!” You set the folder down on his desk, punched-out index card included. “Um, okay, you have a meeting with a Mr. Meyer from BMP at ten, then the people from the Lust—sorry, Lutz—case are coming here to see you at two… They should have those files you requested. And Foggy wanted to go over the plan for the Gillespie deposition before noon… I left some out, but you can check the rest in the file I sent you.” All of it comes in a rush and you’re straight short for air, but still, with affected nonchalance: “Oh, and your note.” 

“...My note.” With the way his fingers search the desk and find it immediately, you’d think nothing you said meant anything to him but just that. You chew on your cheek, bouncing on your toes slightly, watching as he reads. His expression softens and a huff of laughter escapes him, the smile tugging at his mouth.

“What? The printer?”

“Yup. Keeps jamming.” 

“I didn’t know you had such cutthroat tendencies in you.” 

“Consider it, Matt. Lots of kids out of work there looking for something to do.”

You’re backing toward the door before you can do something stupid, like stay too long. He’s still smiling, and it’s so bright and beautiful it makes you feel stripped bare.

It’s ridiculous, because Matt Murdock is just kind. That’s who he is — kind to everyone, sweet to the elderly clients and charming to the young ones. Beloved by the whole neighborhood. This smile isn’t special. You’re not special. 

“Okay, then. Let me know if you need anything else,” you squeak, already fleeing. 

“Wait—”

You don’t trust yourself enough to turn around.

“Thanks for the note, it’s sweet.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

Heart pounding in your chest, you feel like you’re going to pass out. You should say something witty. Something light, biting. Instead, you mumble, “Okay, s’nothing,” and escape to your desk, thankful he isn’t aware of the flush creeping up your neck. 

You pass Karen’s office on your way out, and she glances up with an eyebrow raised. She’s caught you staring at Matt’s office door more than once, but to her credit, she’s never said anything.

“You okay?” she asks.

“Yup! Fine!” You collapse into your chair, pulling up the planner on your screen. “Just fine.”

A printer demanding human sacrifice.

Matt can’t help smiling like an idiot far after you’ve scampered back off to your desk. He knows he shouldn’t encourage it—he knows it’s wrong or at the very least, doomed. You’ve been leaving these notes for months now; he should tell you that you don’t have to. 

Exploiting his listening ability isn’t something he’s proud of but he does it all the same. Your heartbeat kicks up whenever he’s near. Call it selfish, self-centered, but Matt knows what that means. There’s a sweetness to your scent when you’re near him, warm and coaxing, and it makes him want to gather you up and just—

And just nothing. He can’t. He won’t.

Ruining good things is what he’s best at. Sweet things, of which you’re the epitome— genuine kindness. 

It’s not that he’s a nihilist; in fact, he’s been more optimistic as of late. But even if it were all in good fun, all light and casual—he can’t consider the point of starting anything at all. Maybe if he were younger, he supposes, a little less scuffed and clipped by life, he would’ve risked it for a chance at something like this. But you deserve better than a life of constant lies and waiting up at night wondering if he’ll come home at all. 

Still, it’s utterly endearing to him, hearing every muttered curse and frustrated sigh from you first thing in the morning as you work on the notes. You spend your lunches sometimes at your desk, just practicing, and he’s heard you prick your fingers more than once—the whispered ow, dammit—as punctuation to countless mistakes.

To tell you to stop would mean not getting these notes anymore. These little windows into your thoughts he’s intoxicated with.

So, there’s nothing else to do but be kind to you in return without crossing that line. There are no dinner reservations, no lingering touches nor confessions. He can’t covet that much. Only this: kindness, sweetness, a mirror to your own thoughtfulness, perhaps more than he should. That’s all he can do.

The coffee is perfect again, he isn’t surprised by that. Tracing the note one more time, Matt sighs and pulls open the drawer. 

The card finds its place with all the others.

One way or another though, illusion must give way to reality.

It’s a Thursday. Business as usual. You’re at your desk, slate and stylus in hand, and there’s nothing clever to write. Not even anything particularly funny or interesting. The well has dried up, and your senses instead dedicate themselves to eavesdropping: the conversation is drifting from the break room, where Matt’s getting water.

“You should ask her out,” Foggy is saying. “She was into you, buddy.”

“Ah, I don’t know.”

“Come on!” You hear a thump, and recognize it for the good old-fashioned Foggy Nelson empathic gesticulating. “A, she gave you her number. B, she’s gorgeous, and B point five, she’s a lawyer, so you’d actually have stuff in common.”

A pause, then Matt laughs, soft and a little self-deprecating. “Sure. Maybe.”

“Maybe meaning you’ll actually call her or maybe meaning you’ll lose the number and pretend you never got it?”

“Meaning I’ll think about it.”

You stare down at the slate, at the empty index card holding nothing of note. 

Of course.

There’s a gorgeous lawyer from a bar. Probably sophisticated, brilliant, someone who drinks wine without getting her mouth stained and talks legal jargon and doesn’t need to Google half the terms that cross her desk. Someone who fits into Matt’s world.

It’s not like you were thinking you had a chance. A girl who leaves silly notes and can barely manage basic braille.

You set down the stylus. Even many minutes later, the note sits unfinished on your desk, and you stare at it for a long moment before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash.

[nightwriter357]

Smosh hide and seek

Damien Haas x reader

It's time for another round of Smosh hide and seek. You and Damien end up hiding in the same place and things get spicy..

Smut(18+)

The Smosh office buzzed with excitement as the team prepared for another game of hide and seek. This time, the stakes were higher, and the anticipation was palpable. Courtney, coached by Shayne, and Ian, coached by Anthony, were the seekers, competing against each other. The coaches had the advantage of experience, having played the game before.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Shayne called out, a mischievous grin on his face. "You've got two minutes to find your hiding spots. Go!" Ian and Courtney started counting in unison "one..two..three.."

You darted through the office, heart pounding with adrenaline. You knew the best hiding spots would be taken quickly, and you needed to find somewhere discreet.  You caught a glimpse of Amanda trying to wedge herself behind a curtain that was clearly too narrow to conceal her.

"Amanda, that's never going to work," you whispered, grinning at her determined expression.

"Watch me," she retorted, struggling to pull the curtain closed around her.

Passing her, you noticed Tommy attempting to climb into the ceiling tiles. "Tommy, seriously? You're going to break your neck," you called out.

He glanced down at you with a smirk. "I wouldn't mind that, Y/N. Also seekers never look up!"

You laughed and continued your search for a hiding spot. As you moved through the office, you spotted Angela trying to squeeze herself under a desk, her legs sticking out awkwardly. "Angela, your legs are a dead giveaway," you pointed out.

She huffed, pulling them in. "You're just a hater!"

You rounded another corner and saw Spencer trying to fit himself into a filing cabinet drawer. "Spencer, what are you doing?" you asked, amused by the sight.

He looked up, a sheepish grin on his face. "I thought it was worth a shot."

As you rounded a corner, you noticed a worn down cabinet. As you opened the door you saw that Damien was already squeezing himself inside.

"Damien, move over!" you whispered urgently, trying to fit in beside him before time ran out.

"It's tight, but come on in," he whispered back, making room for you. The space was cramped, and you could feel every movement he made as you squeezed in beside him. In the shuffle, his hand accidentally brushed against your chest, sending a shiver down your spine.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he said, pulling his hand back quickly

"Seriously, Damien?" you whispered, giving him a playful shove. "Couldn't wait to cop a feel?"

You could se his face turning red even in the dim light. "I swear it was an accident!"

"Sure it was," you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Trying to make the tight space more bearable, you reached for your phone and turned on the flashlight to see better. The beam of light landed directly on Damien's crotch.

"Uh, nice spotlight," Damien joked, trying to adjust his position to block the light.

"Well, hello there," you teased, grinning up at him.

Damien looked down, then back at you with a smirk. "Enjoying the view?"

"Seems like you brought the entertainment," you shot back, not bothering to move your phone.

You tried to adjust yourself and basically slammed against the walls of the cabinet. You looked at each other trying to keep yourself from laughing.

He grinned at you, "you're totally going ro expose us". He poked you in the shoulder

You rolled your eyes at him, " No I'm not, my legs are just tired, I'm uncomfortable'

Damien raised his eyebrow at you, "Oh okay, so I make you uncomfortable?" A smile spread across him face.

You didn't hesitate, " Yes, very, you're no help"

"You could wrap you legs around me" he responded, quietly slapping his thighs.

You looked up at him, he seemed even bigger than usual up close. "So you basically want me to climb you like a tree?"

"Oh, absolutely" he looked down at you.

" I'm totally going to HR after this" you responded, with a quiet giggle.

You put your arms around Damiens neck and jumped up to wrap your legs around him. His hand quickly moved to your ass to keep you from falling.

"I..uh.. sorry, I didn't mean to.."

You leaned back, still in his arms. "Oh you're always so sorry when you touch me Damien, yet you always seem to.." Your crotch pushed against his, the friction made you lose your train of thought, you instinctively pushed yourself harder against him.

"Okay so you're going to HR huh? The girl who's grinding on her coworker until she's unable to speak?"

"I..I"

You were cut short as Damien put one of his hands over your mouth. You heard footsteps and voices approaching making you both freeze. Courtney and Shayne were close, their muffled conversation filtering through the cabinet door.

"Do you think they could fit in here?" Courtney asked, sounding skeptical.

"In my experience, they can fit pretty much everywhere," Shayne replied, his voice getting louder.

You and Damien held perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. One of his hands above your mouth, the other on your ass, holding you up. Your legs were tightly wraped around his back, your core still pressed against him, warm and desperete for friction. As the footsteps grew louder, Damien leaned closer, his lips almost brushing your ear. It tickled your neck and you could feel yourself flinching. He removed his hand from your mouth and back to your ass.

"If they open this door, we're caught for sure," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Shhh," you whispered back, pressing even harder towards him, smiling.

He pressed his lips together and looked up as you felt his cock hardening . If you had the balls you would just fall into him right here, right now. The voices faded as Courtney and Shayne moved on, and you let out a sigh of relief. "That was close," you whispered.

Damien nodded, his forehead resting against yours. "Yeah, you are". The silence stretched between you, charged with electricity, you could hear your own breathing echoing softly. His breath was on you lip, his hands still on your body. Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss, his hands squezing your ass .

The kiss grew more intense, your bodies straining against the confines of the cabinet, if they were still in this room they would definetly hear the sounds of your bodies hitting the walls as you lost yourselves in eachoter. He put you down on your feet again, His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closee as his lips moved hungrily against yours. The small space only heightened the intensity of your kisses, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"You know," Damien murmured between kisses, "this is even better than I imagined."

You chuckled, as his lips trailed down your neck. "Oh, so you've been imagining..."

He cut you of, "well.. I mean".

You put your finger over his mouth and repeated yourself, "Oh, so you've been imagining too?"

His eyes darkend and a wicked smile began to form, "what have you been imagining?" He grabbed you chin, gently pointing it up so make eye contact. 

You looked up at him with doey eyes, " I imagined you touching me, feeling how wet I am for you, I imagined you doing a lot off stuff you won't be able to do in here"

He put your hands back around his neck, "keep them there", even with the flashlight on it was still dark but you could still tell by his face that he was up to something."

"So, we're done with this?" you asked raising and eyebrow at him, still keeping your hands by his neck.

"Oh, y/n, you're done, me? I havn't even begun. You want me to do more than just touch you, I don't even think you could handle that sweatie. He put his hand on your thigh, his finger tracing small circles mere inches away from your already damp panties. 

The sound of footsteps approaching again made you both tense up. This time, they were even closer. Damien didn't stop, you kept quiet, you could not get caught right now. You could hear Anthony's voice, guiding Ian through the search.

"They've got to be around here somewhere," Anthony said, his tone confident. "Keep looking."

You  held your breath, trying to remain as still and quiet as possible. The tension was almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest. As the footsteps receded once more, you let out a shaky breath, Damiens fingers slowy moves up you thight, under your skirt.

"We need to be careful," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I can't seem to keep my hands off you."

You bit your lip as his fingers finally made contact and you whimpered in response, only a thin layer of fabric seperating him from you wet core, you buckled your hips. "Please, Damien."

Damien's eyes darkened with desire, his other hand slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. You wished you could brake these walls down so that you could explore eachother freely, he kept his hand on you, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He pushed you upp against the wall, His face buried at the nape of your neck as his fingers played with you wet cunt through the now soaked panties.  

He whispered in your ear, his voice husky with need. "You have to stay quiet, Y/N. We can't havethem finding you like this."

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle any sounds as Damien's fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric, finding your wet folds. He let his finger drag slowly to collect your juices You gasped softly, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand. The sensation of his fingers exploring you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you clung to him, trying to maintain your composure.

"I can't believe how wet you are," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "All this for one finger?."

You could barely form words, overwhelmed by the sensations. "Damien...please...", he pushed one more finger into you and you had to stop yourself from screaming.

He pressed his lips to your ear, his fingers working you expertly. "Your legs are tired, huh? You would rather be on your knees?laying down on your back? Standing on all four?

You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. "Yes Damien, I want you...inside me...please, Damien."

His eyes darkened with lust, and he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting you made you even wetter, if that was even possible. He quickly unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, and you could feel the heat of him against your thigh. You let your hands fall from his neck.

"Keep them there" he said, positioning himself at your entrance. You did as you were told. He draged himself up and down your entrance. His thumb pushed against your neck keeping you pressed up against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming, and you had to bite down on your lip, hard, to keep from crying out. "Well to bad pretty girl, it's not happening."He put his cock away and you swear you could cry.

Without hesitation he once again pushed his fingers inside on you. He moved them inside you with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The confined space of the cabinet heightened the intensity, every movement magnified. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as his fingers pumped inside of you, his pace quickening. You could feel the pressure building inside you, your release imminent.

"Damien...I'm close..." you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

"God, Y/N,you're so good, you feel so good."

You came undone on his fingers, your orgasms crashing over you like a tidal wave. You buried your face in his neck to muffle your cries, your fingernails digging into his neck, his hot breath burned against your skin as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Wow, your so beautiful like this" His eyes moved up and down your body hoping to capture the image of you.

" Not fair" you managed to get out as your breathing slowed down again, "I didn't even get to touch you"

He smiled as he pushed some hair out of your face, " Oh, did you want to?"

You kissed him deeply before pulling away, "kind of"

" Okay, I'll remember that" he grinned from ear to ear.

You could hear the sound of voices getting closer again. Damien helped you adjust yourself. The cabinet door suddenly flew open, flooding the small space with light. You both jumped, blinking against the sudden brightness.

Shayne stood there, hands on his hips, a knowing smirk on his face. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

You and Damien scrambled to straighten your clothes, trying to look as innocent as possible. But the disheveled hair and flushed cheeks gave you away.

"Looks like you two found a cozy hiding spot," Courtney said, appearing beside Shayne with a grin.

Shayne put his finger at the corner of his mouth, "You've got some lipstick there buddy."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head. "You know a person is allowed to wear lipstick."

Shayne chuckled, " That was for Damien"

Damien moved his hand to wipe it away, " well.. you know, a person is allowed to wear lipstick"

Ian and Anthony joined the group, both of them wearing amused expressions. "Next time, maybe pick a hiding spot with a bit more space," Anthony suggested with a wink.

Damien chuckled, slipping an arm around your waist. "Noted," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Ian turned to the camera, "we should probably cut" as the cameras stoped recording he continued, " Your fly is open dude"

Damien looked down, out of embarrassment and to fix it. " Maybe we can blir it out?"

You started laughing, " I feel like that makes it infinitely worse"

Damien put his hand on your lower back. You looked at him and then to the others. " Okay guys this has been SO SO much fun, om dying laughing just thinkiuabout it but we need to go now", you looked at Damien with an intense stare. He coughed, " yes? YES, very fast"

You sprinted away together. Anthony yelled after you, " where are you going".

You turned around to respond, "HR".

[riley-gordon]

This needs more attention

[riley-gordon]

Date Night with Damien

18+, Minors DNI

Summary: You eat dinner in, then Damien eats you out.

Neither of you are particularly social individuals, so date nights in are a must 

If there is one thing about Damien that is well known, it is that he loves food

He’s actually rather good at cooking and loves to when he has the time 

You, on the other hand, have managed to burn ramen before 

Damien is well aware of how you are with cooking 

It’s honestly one of the things that he thinks is very cute about you 

Typically, you let Damien choose the food for your nights together as he is the more adventurous one when it comes to flavors 

However, you guys are going with classic baked mac and cheese along with peach cobbler for dessert tonight

He's a Georgia boy who loves Southern classics

You put some random music on and the two of you move about his kitchen in fluid movements  

Coming together every once in a while in soft fleeting moments 

His broad frame reaching over you to grab something from the cabinets 

You looking over his shoulder to watch while he prepares the fruit 

His hands brushing over your lower back as he moves past you 

Eventually the music comes to a slower song and you two can’t help but shift closer to one another 

He starts humming in a low voice as you two start to sway together 

The end of the song has you both glancing at each others lips 

You start to lean in to one another, your lips are just inches apart 

Then the song changes and the moment is lost

Eventually you both finish up the meal you are working on and move to the couch with your plates

A movie is chosen at random to occupy the silence, although it isn't necessary

After dinner is done, you both grab a blanket to cuddle in for the rest of the movie

Damien pulls you to lay on top of him on the recliner

Eventually his hands start to wander over the front of your body and one hand strays to your chest while the other dips under the waistband of your pants and into your lace panties

He expertly circles your clit as he's done many times before

He slowly enters two fingers into your hole as he starts fingering you from behind slowly and carefully while keeping consistent pressure on your bud using his palm

It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak and you let out a small whine

"Damien" you breathe out

He picks you up and places you down on the couch as he kneels in front of you

"Don't you want anything in return?" You ask confused

"Not tonight angel, tonight is all about you." You certainly couldn't complain about that.

He pulls off your leggings and places delicate kisses on your upper thighs

He places a kiss over your underwear and slides those down your legs as well

He just takes a moment to really look at you and whispers "so beautiful" under his breath

He leans in and licks a long stripe up your slit and leans back slightly to make eye contact with you before placing your legs on his shoulders and leaning back in

He takes your bud back into his mouth and sucks gently

You start to shift in the chair and grab his hair with one of your hands while you use the other to play with your nipples

"harder" you whimper

He merely just hums into your pussy and decides to obey you for tonight

He decides to suck on your bud while inserting two fingers into your dripping slit and curling them to brush against your sweet spot

You clamp your legs around his head and let out a "shit" while you reach your second peak of the night

He gives you a moment before giving your thighs one final kiss and placing your legs back on the ground

He leans in for a kiss and you can't help but revel in how you taste on his tongue

"You enjoy yourself angel?"

"Very much so, you didn't have to do all that you know"

"I know, but dinner wasn't an interesting enough flavor tonight"

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First time writing/posting something like this, pretty please leave any comments or criticism! If there are any fanfic writers reading this, give me all you got!

(Also would anybody be interested in a written out oneshot of this?)