They ate a star named aquarius

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Intro:

Hello~

My pronouns r they/them

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Matt doesn't have a problem with feet : Ao3 crosspost

(This was my first ever fanfic ever posted :)

Matt Murdock x fem!Reader fic NSFW

Explicit Sexual Content: smut, light foot stuff

Summary:

Matt Murdock is working at Landson and Zack with Foggy, but Matt has become infatuated with the sound of you.

or

Matt likes your feet... and the rest of you.

Warning: There is foot stuff in here. Last chance...

It was late Friday night. Most young adults in their twenties would be out at the bar, looking for the cheapest place to get a beer. But no, this Friday, Matt and Foggy were still at their internship at Landson and Zack, going through the papers Mr. Levine so kindly dropped off at their desk.

“He’s definitely into something weird,” Matt said, sipping his beer. After hours of sorting through this paperwork, he had started to think that maybe "Mr. Levine" was a sadist of sorts. Well, not that it wasn't partially deserved on their end, since they hadn't gotten the client to take the easy way out. Besides, Matt considered himself a bit of a masochist, being a good Catholic boy and all. So here they are, on a prime Friday night.

"Totally," Foggy quipped back, “like feet.” He took a swig of his beer, matching Matt. Almost like he didn't want to fall too far behind. Matt briefly thought back to the heels you wore to work. In particular, the ones you wore today as you passed by his cubicle. Hearing your heart beat start to pick up as you started to get closer to him. Then when you asked him what he planned to do for the weekend, your heart was beating like crazy. He could smell the change in your pheromones; he wondered if you were acting like this with everyone or just him. He didn't know if he cared. He just liked listening to you. Your heartbeat sometimes being the thing to keep him focused, like a ticking clock. His own personal metronome. He stated that he unfortunately got stuck with a bunch of paperwork to file before Monday. To which he didn't fail to pick up on your mood dampening. As you walked away, your heels clicking on the hard floor, your hips swishing back and forth, he wondered if your heart would beat out of your chest if he asked you to go out for drinks. Or if it would simply stop if he brought you to his home. Worshiping your whole body. Giving you gentle kisses from your lips to your feet. Would he be able to pray to you before you fell apart? Matt tried to play it off passively, but his response sounded like he cared a bit too much.

“What’s wrong with feet?” Matt chuckled. Truly to him, there was no difference from any part of the body. He loved the whole picture, feet included. It would feel like a sin if he didn't appreciate the whole painting. Especially when he had seen you really only wear heels to work.

“Nothin’, just saying I could imagine Mr. Levine doing some pretty weird shit with feet. That's all," Foggy said dismissively, shaking his head. Clearing the idea of what else he could possibly be doing.

“Gross,” Matt mumbled, taking a long pause. As he tried to play it off, he decided he didn't care what Foggy thought. “Just, uh, for the record. I-I don’t have a problem with feet.”

“You're also not, not weird so…” Foggy trailed off. Not fazed by Matt's confession. Matt chuckles; hopefully you wouldn't be opposed to his praise. ________________________________________________________________

Later that night Matt and Foggy finished the files and headed out to the cheapest place that had cold beer. Hell, it really didn't matter if it was cold at this point. After the mind-numbing task of going through all those misfiled papers, anything was better than nothing. They walked out of the building; Foggy had looped Matt's arm around his to guide him to their newest drinking spot. Matt quipped. “You know, I was thinking…maybe, uh… Instead of Murdock and Nelson, maybe it's Nelson and Murdock." "I like that!” Foggy replied, grinning. “Yeah,” Matt laughed, "and… I think the next 50 rounds are on you,” Matt joked. And then they bantered while on the way to some random bar.

Foggy had quickly negotiated the number down from 50, 47 to be exact. But he thought, better start now than never. Now, here as they sat at the closest bar they had been to, Foggy was drawing something on a napkin that Matt wasn't paying attention to. But that was because Matt picked up on something unexpected. A rhythmic clicking, no, he thought, your clicking heels on the floor of the same bar Matt was in. He fully stopped listening to Foggy and focused on the sound of your heels, then your pheromones; he could taste your perfume on his lips as he took a quick swipe across them. He listened to what you were talking about with your friends. It sounded like you were getting ready to leave when Matt quickly got out of his seat.

“Hey Buddy, where are you—" But Foggy's protest had been cut short.

“See you on Monday, Fog.” ________________________________________________________________ Your friends were chatting about going home; you all had been here for a good few hours and it was getting late. You slightly stumbled out of your seat, noticing you were a bit more drunk than you had thought while sitting down. As you spun around to the door, you bumped straight into someone's chest. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. That was totally…” Your apology quickly became dry in your mouth as your eyes moved up to their face. You happened to run into your very attractive (and blind) coworker Matt Murdock. Not only was he (very) attractive but his muscles were insane. Especially in the dimly lit bar when his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you could see his massive forearms. Which also happened to be the same forearms that helped you back into place after face-planting into his chest.

You jumped straight back up. "My bad!!! Oh my god Matt, I did not see you there!” You stumbled on your words, trying to act much more sober than you really were. Straightening your shirt and skirt as you regained your footing.

“No worries, I didn't either." Matt smirked at you. Your cheeks turning even more red than you thought possible. Holy shit, you thought; he was even more attractive in his work uniform without the suit jacket he had on this afternoon before you had left for the day.

“Er, I should probably get going. It's really late and quite frankly, I've had too much and I'm afraid I will embarrass myself further. Goodnight." As you turned to leave the bar, Matt's hand flew out to grab yours.

“Why don't I go with you? It's…not safe for you out there.” Matt's head tilted in your direction, like he was listening for your response. You tried to gauge whether he was just being nice or had ulterior motives in taking you home. Deciding that it probably was best for you not to walk home in Hell's Kitchen wearing heels, you agreed. Matt reached his hand out to have you guide him out.

“Wait, Matt, how uh…how did you get here tonight?” You asked him; not sure if he needed to have the way home memorized or something.

“I, uh, came with Foggy. But… he’ll understand.” He shook his head dismissively. Like it wasn't even really an important matter. As you both walked out of the bar, you led Matt towards your apartment. Matt had put his arm out for you to hold back in the bar. Which you were grateful for. But now your mind wandered as you looked up at him. Not that he could see you staring, right? His dark glasses hiding most of his eyes, you wondered what they looked like. You miscalculated your next step and tripped but Matt's strong arms caught you.

“See,” Matt bantered, “What did I say?” You rolled your eyes, forgetting he couldn't see your response. Truthfully, you were not bad in heels while sober, but drunk was another story. Besides you were selfishly happy that you got to hold onto those arms of his. The massive forearms sure, of course, but the biceps too? God could strike you down now and you would die happy. Well, actually the only thing that would be better would be if you got to grab his ass too. Matt started chuckling next to you. Trying to keep it subtle. But the heat quickly grew up your face and your hands flew up covering it. You mumbled from behind your hands at Matt.

"I said that all out loud, didn't I?!" You asked him still covering your face, ready to just fall straight into a manhole and just die there. Matt fully laughed next to you.

“Well,” He breathed out a half laugh, gaining some of his composure. "Most other people aren't that blunt. But uh, yes, you did say that out loud.” You quickly spiraled, thinking about how you were just going to quit your job, very reasonable. Then maybe move states or possibly a whole continent. Just anything to-

“Not that I have a problem with it.” Matt smirked next to you, lightly elbowing into your side. Your mouth basically dropped wide at his confession. Was Matt actually into you too? ________________________________________________________________

Matt slammed you against the back of his apartment door. His lips crashed into yours in a sense of an unresolved hunger. You had wanted this; no, you wanted him for so long. He quickly loosened his tie and pulled you closer. He threw his glasses into the bowl near the door before his hand reached up towards your cheek, pulling you close to him. He was feeling your face as he was kissing you. Mapping it in his mind. He ran his callused fingers from your soft cheek slowly down your jaw and pulled your chin towards him. His kisses quickly turned into more passion than speed.

“You have… No idea," Matt groaned in your mouth between kisses. “How long I've wanted this.”

You wanted to stay calm but truthfully, your heart was betraying you. You had been waiting for Matt to finally bring you back to his apartment. You had seen him around work; his ass in those dress pants was to die for. And from what you had heard, he was great in bed.

Even in his dress clothes, you could see his muscles under his shirt; it pulled tight across his chest like one stretch and it would pop open. You remembered watching him stretch in the office, pulling his shoulders in towards each other, and maybe God himself had blessed you. His shirt was so thin you could see the muscles in his back under the shirt and faint scars. Maybe you would ask about them tonight. But you would need to get out of this hallway first. You went to take off your shoes when Matt stops you—

“Wait, let me." He dipped down, his hands gently roaming down your legs, and gently took each heel off your foot with such gentleness that he wasn't showing your lips. You gasped as he then scooped you up off your feet and brought you over to his couch. Which you were very impressed with considering he is blind. He set you down in a playfully rough manner. He started kissing your neck and working his way down your body. Worshiping every part. Your giggles slowly changing to something more sinful. Quickly passing over your core, he continued to lay kisses on you. Moving down further, he placed gentle kisses on your legs and your calves. Getting a gasp out of you that you weren't expecting. Most guys just skipped over the foreplay. Stayed around your lips, not matt. He seemed to want to enjoy every moment. Every sliver of your skin. Not to mention his muscular arms made it seem like you weighed nothing at all. As he made his way down to your feet and into the arch of your foot, you made a strangled gasp. You hadn't thought you would like something like this but everything Matt did seemed to turn you on.

"Is this okay?” Matt looked up at you with his sightless gaze, pausing. His head ticked to the side like he was listening for something.

Breathing hard, “Yeah, I just wasn't… expecting that." You swallowed, breathless from Matt's touch. His lips tugged into a devilish smirk before he started kissing down your foot again. He proceeded to kiss the tops of your toes, testing the water before taking one into his mouth. Taking the time to suck each one in his mouth. His tongue swiped between each of your toes, eliciting a strange feeling you had not expected from yourself. But Matt seemed to know when to stop. He then, seeming satisfied, moved back up your calf to your leg.

Dragging slow and calculated open-mouth kisses up your leg and eventually to your core. He took a pause, wondering what the issue was; you gazed down at his sightless eyes. It appeared that he was smelling your panties. Then licking them from the outside. He started putting his thumb over your sensitive clit in circular motions. Dragging unsolicited moans from you. His mouth opened just enough for his tongue to lash over his lips, like he was tasting something in the air.

“Can I …” Matt paused again, swallowing, waiting for your approval.

You nodded quickly before realizing your mistake. “Fuck, sorry, I mean yes.”

He smirked and quickly pulled your underwear to the side, placing a generous lick up your folds at a devastatingly slow pace. Before giving the proper attention back to your clit. His moans vibrated into your core, nearly sending you right over the edge. He put one of his deliciously thick digits into you before quickly putting a second in. His other hand grabbing your ass, pulling you close, and pinning your cunt to his mouth.

Matt was far more passionate about eating you out than any other man did, and damn it, he wasn't fucking great at it. It was like he could read your body better than you did. He picked up the pace and your release was quickly approaching. Matt abruptly moved his mouth from your aching cunt. His lips and chin were glossy from you. He licked his lips and moved up your chest, placing kisses as he got higher and higher towards your neck. A moan fell from your mouth as he whispered into your neck.

“Cum for me," Matt ordered.

Gripping on his hair as your release took over you. His digits still slowly working you through your orgasm. When you stopped shaking, you noticed he slowly pulled his digit from you. Right as you were going to apologize for making such a mess, he sucked the juices clean off his fingers. Like it was more delicious than anything he had eaten before. His gazeless eyes reaching towards you, seemingly sensing how turned on that had made you.

He kissed you hard on the lips. Teeth crashing and lips fighting some war to be on top. You bit down on his lower lip and he groaned. You quickly undid his belt and his pants when he took over and pulled them off. You looked down at his throbbing member; he must want this as much as you. He then lined himself up to your core and started rubbing his member up and down your damp folds. Seemingly teasing you for a reason you didn't understand.

“Matt, please” you whispered, confused by his devastatingly slow pace as compared to before.

“Hmm,” He hummed out. His head dipped down towards your ear. He whispered in your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“W-what?”

“Beg, or i’ll stop." He ordered, his voice deeper than before.

Who did this gorgeous fucker think he was? Slowly you smirked. Matt's face contorted in an expression of turned-on confusion, the smirk leaving his face.

“Hmm,” Having taken Matt off guard you wrestled with him until he was under you on the couch. Your hands landing on his shoulders, you had Matt pinned. You knew he could get out of this if he wanted to. But clearly he wanted to see what you had planned.

“No,” you purred at him, “I don't think I will.” You slowly moved your soaked cunt across his member. Drawing out a moan from Matt beneath you. His hand snaked down to massage the souls of your feet as you covered him in your pheromones. You leaned down, pressing your chest to his and licked a stripe from his collarbone to his neck, hitting the spot he seemed to like. His breath became ragged under you.

"Sweetheart I—" Matt's head hit the arm rest of the sofa, when you cut him off licking a stripe from his neck into his ear.

"Beg," you pause, hearing his breath hitch, “or I'll stop. " You whispered, a smile growing on your face. If he could deal it, he would have to take it too. His hips bucked under you, clearly needing you. His eyes lit in a mischievous way before a smirk grew on his face.

"Fine." He spoke slowly and deliberately, “Please, sweetheart, let me cum in that beautiful pussy. You tasted so fucking good; I can only imagine how you feel.” Satisfied with his cocky remark, you grabbed his cock from beneath you and gave it a few quick strokes. Matt groaned, and sensing his composure slipping, you moved your hand down to the base of his cock and aligned it with your entrance. You slowly sunk down, surprised at how much your body needed to stretch to fit him.

Matt moaned under you, finally feeling the warmth of your pussy as opposed to the sterile apartment. By the time you had fully sunk down, Matt looked as if he couldn't hold back anymore. Something dark ran over his features. He grabbed your hips and slammed his hips into yours. He abruptly began fucking up into you. You cried out at the sudden slam of his cock hitting deep in your cervix, causing you to see stars. He kept up the unrelenting pace, the sinful sound of skin slapping filling the apartment. Your moans echoing around the apartment. Your climax quickly approached as he kept jackhammering into the same spot over and over again.

“Matt I—" You choked out as his pace seemed to make all the words leave from your mind.

“I know." He grunted out through gritted teeth, "So am I. Can you cum for me?” He spoke in a tone deeper and darker than the one he had used before. Matt's hips started stuttering underneath you. But if that didn't send you right over the edge as you came on his cock, you screamed. Matt released right after you; he had bitten down on your shoulder as you rode out your second climax. You then collapsed on his chest. When you had both seemed to catch your breath, he slowly slid his cock out of you.

Realizing that you may not get another chance like this, your hands slowly reached up towards his cheeks and then to his temple. Memorizing his softened features, no glasses.

“By the way, Matt, how did you become blind?” It was quiet for a moment. You noticed Matt shaking under you. Worried you said the wrong thing, you quickly shifted to look up towards his face.

Matt burst into laughter. Throwing his head off the couch armrest, shaking as he kept laughing to himself. “Is-is that really what we should be discussing right now?”

“Well!” You protested, throwing your hands up. “I just realized I never asked!” He laughed a bit more to himself before moving his hand to the back of your head. Somewhat petting you as you sat there.

“It's uh… kind of a long story." He said, shifting his weight back so he was sitting more upright. His gaze looking past you. His lips found a tight-lipped expression. He sat back with his elbows resting on the armrest.

“It’s not like I'm going anywhere else tonight.” You smiled up at him, seeing his stress slowly break away.

You just hoped that you didn't think about this every time you saw him bending over to pick up papers at Landson and Zack.

[bellaxgiornata]

Hoping to finish the next installment of FFTD this week now that we're in Second Angst Arc because y'all will get a very big hint as to who our big bad is next, and I am literally gnawing my fingers down trying to refrain from slipping out any spoilers ahead of time. Besides the ones I've already slipped out and no one has caught yet...

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[theyateastarnamedaquarius]

Pathetic: Ao3 crosspost

Matt Murdock x fem!Reader fic NSFW

Explicit Sexual Content: smut

Summary:

Matt lives a pretty stressful double life; what most people don’t know is just how much he needed to just have a moment of being told what to do.

or

Matt likes being a good boy.

If you had asked anyone who they would guess ruled the bedroom, they would have guessed Matt every time. And sure, maybe that was the case with other women. But Matt had never been with someone like you before.

You had been hired at your job due to your excellence in college. You were the top in your class and got there by pure dedication alone. Years of late nights, internships, and sheer perseverance got you the role you had today. Not only that, but you were also strong, caring, and dominant in your work. Most men were intimidated by a woman like yourself. As if they seemed to have some sort of grudge against you for being better than them. The truth was, you simply worked harder than they did and they didn't have the drive you did. Not only did your job hold you in such a position of power in your company, you were also physically powerful. With your regular workouts and training, you actually could hold your own against some of the men in the company. Additionally, in heels, you often towered over many of the men who tried to intimidate you. You had everything they wanted, and you worked twice as hard to get it. You had put up so many walls throughout the years, catching snide remarks hidden as compliments. Men often underestimated you. 

Which is why it was nice when your new gym partner, Matthew Murdock, treated you like anyone else. You had been training in your local gym when someone walked in during your reserved time. Truly, you had only reserved it to filter out the weird men who liked to make a fuss about how your form was off or that they could do better or, worse, start hitting on you at night. Only noticing the person out of the corner of your eye, you decided to wait until you were done with your current set. They didn't bother you during your set, so you made sure to be as nice as possible when you politely confronted them. You had grabbed your towel and wiped off your face while saying that it was your reserved time on the mat. When you heard the man start speaking, you pulled the towel from your face and turned towards him to get a better look. He wore glasses, a black sweatshirt, gray sweats, and a... oh god, a cane. You quickly apologized for any possibility of offending this handsome, blind man. He just laughed at you and joked that he couldn't have read the schedule to know.

He then asked what time it was, and when you looked over at the clock, you realized you had gone over your time. You quickly apologized again and started rambling about how you had gone over your time anyway and that it was actually your fault. He offered for you to stay, but only if you felt comfortable with that. Normally you wouldn't just stay with any random men at the gym during the night, but he didn't give you any weird vibes. So you did stay. You both quickly bonded over your passion for boxing, and you agreed to workout with him. You had mentioned how you actually only reserved this time to make it a bit safer for you at night.

Which is how you got on the topic of him becoming your gym partner. Not that you really needed much anyone but it was always a good idea to have someone to spar with. Not only that but it was safer to work in pairs rather than alone at night. After a few weeks of working side by side, Matt had floated the idea of you guys sparring together. Which honestly felt totally unfair on his part but he didn't seem to think so. When you did finally get to sparing, Matt took off his sweatshirt and revealed himself. You also hadn't expected the man to be so built. Once you started sparring, you realized that for a blind man, or even just a regular one, he was fast. Incredibly fast. He moved almost like he was guessing where you would hit before you actually did. Like he was reading your mind.

Over your next few encounters, you had learned that he was the son of Battling Jack, the man on the posters in the gym. You then asked him how he could always seem to know where you were about to hit him. He laughed and then told you more about the accident and how when he became blind his other senses had become heightened, allowing him to hear really well. You had heard about the boy who saved someone in Hell's kitchen and lost his vision in the process. You couldn't have imagined it had been easy. Suddenly growing up without sight and then losing his father too. You joked that maybe he was reading your mind then, which gained a chuckle from the attractive man. With his charm, you’d think he would have other things to do than spar with you. But he didn't mind. He actually said how much he enjoyed working with someone who was so dedicated.

Weeks turned into months as you both had become much closer. Not only at the gym but outside too. Casual meetups became more frequent. Which then became dates, dinners, and gentle kisses. Matt truly enjoyed wooing you. You had never allowed your walls to come down for any man. But here Matt was. A true gentleman. He hadn't said anything worrying during any of your dates and he didn't try to sleep with you after the first one. He was a romantic too. He always made your coffee; he seemed to always send you lunch on him when it was tough at work, and on occasion you would come home to flowers on the table. You couldn't remember the last time you had been truly romanced for the love of it.

He never made you feel pressured to take things to the next step. He let you take the lead in many aspects of your relationship. When you had your first kiss was on your terms, when you started taking things to the next level, and when you wanted to have sex. It was all up to you.

Although when you finally did get to the bedroom, you noticed Matt was more than willing to be pathetic for your affection.

During one time while you were riding him, you lightly grabbed his throat to get more stabilized when he moaned out, "Harder." It didn't take you by surprise, though; with Matt, you were finding new things out about yourself. But also, how could you refuse a beautiful statement like that? He looked so gorgeous under you, his lips plump for your rough kisses, the sweat sheen on his face, and his flushed cheeks. It only became more interesting from there. There were other ways he showed that he wanted you to take a more dominating role. He would ask you to tell him what to do in the bedroom or to be more vocal about what you wanted, going so far as to use him for your own pleasure.

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Which lead to your current state. With Matt on the floor on his knees, his hard cock tenting his gray sweats and staining them with pre-come, he's ready for your next command.

“Matty, baby, come here,” This was your ritual, knowing that you would play the part and punish him if needed. Matt slowly rose up from his knees to his feet before you scolded him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Tisk, you know better than that." Your voice edged into the tone of teasing but was stern. You saw his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he slightly smirked. Matt wanted to savor every moment of your power over him.

"Crawl." He suddenly dropped to his knees. Hands on the floor, he started slowly crawling towards you. His knees dragging across the floor. You could have sworn you could see him practically drooling. Like a dog waiting for a meal. Before he kneeled right in front of where you were sitting on the bed. He brought his hands up to rest on your knees. He breathed deeply like he was smelling your arousal through your underwear. 

“Good baby,” you leaned in close and whispered in his ear. Your clothed cunt dangerously close to his face now. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his resolve was quickly slipping.

"Will you be a good boy for Mommy tonight?” He whimpered as you ran your tongue from his ear to his lobe before you gently bit it, encouraging an answer from him.

“Yes," he practically choked out, "I’ll be good." 

You moved your head back to look at Matt. You ran your hands through his hair, then grabbed at his roots. You roughly moved his face to look at you. He was so beautiful like this, his eyes looking towards the direction of your face through his lashes. Lips slightly pouting. You then more gently, slowly moved your hand to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. You gently dragged your thumb across his plump lips and pushed your digit in his mouth. Opening his mouth, you saw his perfect white teeth and you slowly pushed your thumb further. He sat there letting you keep his mouth open, drool starting to pool in his mouth. Beautifully pathetic, a dog, drooling. You saw Matt shift slightly whilst on his knees. You decided he had been there long enough. You then moved your hand to the bottom of his chin and tilted it up at you. 

“Good, then sit in Mommy's lap for me.” Matt suddenly rose up off his knees and moved towards your lap at the end of the bed. He then turned and sat down between your legs. His back flush to your chest and your legs straddling his. Moving yourself to meet the round of his ass with your hips, you slowly snaked your hands around the front of him. You deliberately took your time undoing his grey sweatpants. You loved to tease him, getting him closer and closer to begging for you. Mumbling into his neck how beautiful he was, you slowly started grinding on his ass. Matt's ass was a work of art, pure muscle, firm in the best way. You then moved the waistband of his pants down as far as you could before noticing the growing wet spot in his boxers from the pre-come. You grabbed his clothed, semi-hard cock and started palming it over his boxers.

As he started moaning, his hips started rocking involuntarily into your hands. His head fell back on your shoulder and you could see his eyes flutter shut in desperation. Both of your bodies grinding together, the firm friction of his ass hitting your clit, and his hips meeting your hands. You started kissing and licking his pulse point on his neck while whispering to him what a good boy he was. Matt had become a puddle in front of you. Melting into the praise. You waited for his cock to become painfully hard, seeing the signs of urgency in the twitching of his hips.

You commanded him to take his boxers off. Matt quickly pulled his boxers down and the rest of his sweats down his legs; you couldn't help but hear the unmistakable sound of his hard cock bouncing out from the waistband. Seeing Matt respond well to every instruction and how he waited stiffly for the next one, you could devour him here and now. But that could wait for another time. Tonight was for him. A release of responsibility. You gave him a space to let go of all judgment and just listen to your commands. When he was like this, you could tell him to jump and he would.

When his boxers had been removed, cock hard and leaking, you let him sit where he was. All of this was the ritual. Matt is sitting, waiting for your next command. He needed this, needed you. Matt's life was stressful, from his day job as a lawyer working pro bono to whatever else he seemed to get into that left him more marked up than you remembered from your sparring together. The stress, however, seemed to leave his shoulders when he was like this. When he had met you, your authority kept his mind focused on the present moment, rather than the sounds of the city. Your heart was strong; it was comforting, like it was a being to rely on. Which is how you knew his beautiful, glossy, unfocused eyes were listening to your heart. A reminder to keep himself grounded and not drift off to some other responsibility. His only job right now was your pleasure.

You pulled the last of your clothing off before you got up from behind him. You slowly stalked around the bed until you repositioned yourself and lowered down in front of him. Matt's breath hitched at the sound of your clothing being removed. Knowing that your mouth hovered over his cock. You blew a breath of warm air over his leaking member as he choked out a needy whine. His hips twitched with the change in sensation. His cock basically throbbing at this point. Satisfied with Matt's current state of being teased for just long enough, you rewarded him by placing gentle kitten licks on the head of his cock. Seeing how blissed out he was over the faintest of your touches, you became greedy for more. You loved when Matt was vocal. You backed off briefly, just long enough to see Matt open his eyes searching for your warmth again before you took his whole cock in your mouth.

Matt cried out and grabbed the back of your head. You slowly started bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock. Tasting the salty precum on his tip, you pressed your tongue along the tip and moved your tongue around the bottom of the head. Swirling the head of his cock in your mouth, you could feel the last of his resolve leaving; you were left with the naked presentation of his desire. You pushed him down on the bed, with his cock still in your warm mouth. His gazeless eyes pinched together, the rise and fall of his chest quickening with each swipe of your tongue, he melted into the bed.

His hips twitched forward as he tried to not fuck your mouth. As you continued to move your head, you slowly moved your hand to cup his balls. Feeling each twitch and pull, waiting for his end to come. You kept pulling back just enough to edge his release further along. When that unmistakable twitch in his hips started and his head got thrown back, you quickly grabbed the base of his cock to stop his release. You quickly pulled your head off as Matt proceeded to have a dry orgasm. His whole body shaking, he cried out. Throwing him into almost a silent scream as his release had been stopped. You actually saw the start of a tear start at the corner of his eye. 

"Oh, poor baby, I know this is hard for you but Mommy's got you.” When it seemed that his body had stopped shaking and his breathing had finally calmed down enough, you released your hand from the base of his cock. He started twitching under you as the blood rushed back to his throbbing hard cock. 

"Sweetheart, please..." Matt mumbles breathlessly at you; you look at him through your lashes. He had sat up on his elbows, looking in your direction. His lips were parted, panting for air. Desperate for his release. He just needed your permission.

“Please, what, baby? " You looked up at him with a false innocence, as if you hadn't ruined his release.

“I need you," he basically whined at you. “I need to—" You reached out and grabbed his throat, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to remind him who was in charge.

“You only get to cum when I've said so.” You cut him off; he looked at you as if you had said the most offensive thing. You then let go of his throat. “You know the rules.”

“Please... please let me cum baby; I've been such a good boy.” He begged pathetically. 

Matt deserved his reward. He was so patient today with all your teasing. You were going to take care of him like you promised. You pulled back from his cock and commanded him to get off the bed. You moved to the side of the bed to have your hips meet his now throbbing cock. You then took his length and sunk onto him doggy-style. His cock becoming buried to the hilt inside you. He nearly came in you immediately, but there was no fun in that. You let him catch his breath and wait for the flush of his cheeks to subside before you began fucking yourself on his cock. The obscene slaps of skin drove him to his edge and he quickly came with just a few rolls of your hips.

You then scolded him. "Ah ah ah, Mommy isn't done; you're gonna have to keep going until Mommy is done.” You resumed fucking yourself on his semi-hard cock. The now sinful noises of his cum in you creating slappy sounds. His hands gripped your hips, both holding you close and pushing you away. He started whimpering and moaning due to overstimulation. His moans are higher and breathier than before. He couldn't decide if the pleasurable pain was worth it. Sensing your growing arousal, he tried to pick up the pace, but his hips kept fluttering, his fingers fumbling.

Before he could cum a second time, he quickly found the way to your clit and started hitting your g-spot at the same time. Jackhammering into your sloppy cum-filled cunt, you got turned on by the pathetic whines of his efforts. He quickly forced an orgasm out of you without warning. He grabbed your waist, fucking you through your release. Your walls squeezed tightly around his cock; he came for the second time. He let out a whimpered cry as another load was pulled from his overstimulated raw cock.

Matt collapsed onto you and pulled you onto your side onto the bed. You both fell on the bed on your sides. As soon as you had both calmed down, he quickly pulled out of you, his overstimulation still affecting him. Once your legs finally stopped shaking, you went to go get a towel to clean up. Matt's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, keeping you close.

“Mhm, thank you, baby," he mumbled into the bed next to you. You began running your thumb across his hand and moved your fingers to intertwine with his. You then pulled his hand to your lips and placed a gentle kiss.

“Of course, Matty, I love you.” Matt smiled into the bed and finally let your hand go.

After you had cleaned both of your sex-covered bodies off, you joined Matt back on the bed. His body was still sort of where you had left him. You sat down and lay next to him. You put your forehead to his and looked into his eyes. It wasn't often that he allowed you to look at his eyes like this, mostly because of the accident; it had become something he was self-conscious about. But when he was blissed out like this, he didn't seem to care. You moved your hand up to brush the sweat-slicked hair away from his eyes. Up close there was something extraordinary about them. The hazel shade, the unfocused stare, and the way that if the light hit it right, you could see the scarring on the whites of his eyes. You rested your hand on his cheek. 

Thankfully, sex with Matt wasn't only good for the pleasure, but also he would become so tired after a session like this that he actually would get a full night's sleep for once.

You heard his breathing start to slow as you ran your fingers through his hair down to the nape of his neck. Your nails would drag less and run gently down from his shoulders to his gorgeous biceps, down his forearms, and to his large, calloused hands. The same hands that you sparred with, that seemed so broken from another time. Matt usually quickly fell asleep when you were both like this. At some point his hand had made it to your chest to feel your heart beat. You opened your eyes to look at him once more before you joined in, finally sleeping. You noticed the faintest smile on his lips.

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This came to me in a dream; enjoy. Also, no AI has ever been, or will ever be used for my works. - Am I touch-starved???? Idk why that last bit got so detailed. Thank you, guys, for all the love on my last fic <3

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The Devil at Your Window |12: Still Awake|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word count: 6.2k [Series Masterlist] [Matt Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/Tags: 18+; sexual tension, light angst, pining, choking, and thigh riding the Devil

a/n: We're baaaaaaack and we're getting spicy! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

You tapped a finger against the screen of your phone and instantly recoiled along your pillow the second it lit up. Eyes narrowing to slits against the bright light, you struggled to read the time on the display. When you saw that it was just after two in the morning, your stomach sank. You’d spent the past few hours tossing and turning in bed and were still nowhere near closer to drifting off than when you’d first crawled beneath the covers. 

Irritated at the waste of time and frustrating loss of sleep, especially since you had work in the morning, you shoved your phone away from yourself along the nightstand in annoyance. With an exasperated huff, you grabbed the sheets and finally flung them off of yourself before sitting upright in bed. As a resigned breath passed from between your lips into the darkness, you turned and placed your feet along the floor. Maybe if you gave up on quieting your mind and gave into the odd craving you currently had for orange juice, you might have more luck falling asleep afterwards.

Padding barefoot out of your bedroom, you shuffled down the hall and towards your kitchen while rubbing a hand against your tired eyes. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt and a pair of panties beneath it since today had been an unseasonably warm day for mid-spring, making it far too warm to sleep dressed in multiple layers. You’d wondered if it was the heat in your apartment causing you to struggle to fall asleep tonight, rolling back and forth in an attempt to get comfortable. Though you knew that if you were being honest with yourself, that wasn’t really the reason.

Flipping on the lightswitch as you stepped into your kitchen, you squinted at the abrupt harsh light that flooded your apartment. Dragging your tired feet over the worn wood floor, you walked over to your fridge as thoughts of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen began to flood your mind again.

You were certain your offer to become friends with benefits had been the cause of the sudden ending to your unexpected friendship with the Devil. Nearly three weeks had passed since that night you’d suggested the idea and you still hadn’t seen him since. You continued filling the Devil’s Pantry for him every single night with snacks, bottles of water, and simple medical supplies, faithfully intending to keep him fed, hydrated, and safe. Yet every morning when you pulled the container back inside, it was clear that he hadn’t stopped by your place. Nothing had been touched. 

It’d been over a month and you'd only had that single encounter with him, the one in which you’d opened your big mouth and permanently sent your favorite stray back out into the night. There was no mistaking what his absence meant–whatever had been going on was over. You’d gotten too close to him, pushed too hard for something he’d made clear that he wasn’t going to give, and now he was gone. Your life had returned to being the same boring, monotonous thing that it’d always been, and you cursed the snowstorm which had brought the Devil into your world in the first place.

You grabbed the jug of orange juice out of your fridge and closed the door before turning and taking a few steps further into your small kitchen. Reaching your free hand up, you opened a cabinet and pulled out a black coffee mug, too tired to care about grabbing an actual glass. You set it down on the counter and untwisted the cap on the jug. Tipping the container over the cup, you filled it about halfway with orange liquid before screwing the lid back on. 

After returning the orange juice back to the fridge, you picked up the ceramic cup and brought it to your lips, sipping at the sweet, tangy juice. Your aching, tired eyes slowly lowered shut as you leaned forward, resting your forearms along the kitchen counter and stretching your back. Your mind temporarily went blissfully blank amidst the quiet of your apartment and the relative calm of the city so early in the morning, but you were still left with that heaviness lingering in your chest.

This was your life again. Working Monday through Friday at a boring, thankless office job and staring at a computer screen all day every day. Coming home to change into comfortable clothes before making dinner and eating it while having no one to share the details of your day with. You spent your nights watching television shows and movies cuddling pillows on the couch before eventually crawling into your big bed only to fall asleep alone. Then you woke up to do it all over again. Sometimes on the weekends you’d meet up with friends for a bit, or go out to run errands, or curl up with a book on your couch, but otherwise your life was just a string of the same things repeating themselves over and over. 

You’d been content with the way things were until you’d met the Devil. Now everything seemed so bleak and mundane, and you'd come to realize exactly how lonely you'd been beneath all that routine. The thrill of getting an unexpected visit while you were cooking dinner or beginning to fall asleep on the couch always had you rushing to get home after work, trying to put yourself together just for the Devil. And whenever he did visit, you replayed that brief encounter over and over in your head until he slipped back through your window again another night. 

You had inevitably fallen into like with the Devil. Not love, certainly not that. But feelings definitely placed themselves into the equation against any level of reason. Which was strange considering you technically didn’t know much about him. Though you supposed that while you didn’t know his name, his career, or what he looked like beneath the mask, you had gotten to know the deeper parts of him. 

You knew the Devil had a big heart which encompassed the entirety of Hell’s Kitchen, and you knew that he was fearless and headstrong, still running out into the night to protect the city even with the possibility of multiple broken ribs. He was selfless to the point that he never properly took care of himself, and you were positive that he spent his nights with only the company of criminals. You knew he could throw himself off your fire escape and be just fine, and you knew beneath all that grit was a witty, charming man who made you laugh. 

During his last visit, he’d made it clear that he didn’t harbor any feelings for you and that all he felt was purely attraction. But at this point, you’d take whatever you could get if it meant he'd return to your fire escape. You’d find a way to be content with only his battered body and a few random nights of pleasure if that’s all he’d share with you, because there was no denying the intense attraction that drew you to him. He plagued your thoughts all day at work before haunting your dreams most nights.

You missed him.

With your eyes still closed, you continued sipping at the juice in your mug, still hunched over your kitchen counter. Running your other hand across your forehead, the tips of your fingers pressed firm circles into the space between your eyes. You really hoped the orange juice would somehow magically quiet your thoughts, otherwise you’d be miserably exhausted at work all day tomorrow from not getting any sleep. 

“I don’t know how many times I've said this, but you really should keep your window locked.”

Your entire body tensed at the deep, familiar voice suddenly behind you, your fingers pausing their circles against your forehead. The saliva in your mouth dried instantly, leaving your tongue parched and heavy where it sat. You were too afraid to open your eyes and turn to look behind you, not entirely certain if you’d reached a new low and begun hallucinating the Devil or if he was actually here after weeks of his continued painful absence. 

A long, weighted silence engulfed your apartment as you stood half-slouched against the counter, so uncertain whether he was real that you were barely breathing. The longer the quiet stretched on, the more you’d started to convince yourself that you hadn’t actually heard him, your mind beginning to play tricks on you. Until he spoke again and your fingers tightened around the handle of your mug.

“Suppose I deserve the lack of greeting,” he mused, his voice sounding closer now. “I haven’t exactly checked in with you in awhile.”

Sucking a deep breath into your lungs and holding it, you opened your eyes and braced yourself. But as you stared at the dark tile backsplash on the wall in front of you, you weren’t entirely certain what you were bracing yourself for. A fight? Him returning only to officially end the friendship? To turn around and realize you were hallucinating disembodied voices now? Or to brace yourself against the hope that you felt tickling its way through you because he’d returned, and that meant maybe you might not have scared him away as permanently as you'd believed.

“Angel?” he hesitantly called out. “You're uncharacteristically silent tonight. Usually when I stop by you have plenty more to say.”

Exhaling the breath you’d been holding, you let go of the black ceramic mug and turned around to face him. But seeing him actually standing there merely three feet away had you stumbling backwards into the counter behind you. The Devil was not only really here, but he was standing so very, very close to you. You attempted to swallow the lump forming in the back of your throat, but your mouth was far too dry to accomplish the task.

Your eyes began roving over him in a rush as if you were taking stock of him, committing him to memory after the weeks that’d gone by without him. His face was still mostly covered with that ridiculous black fabric which was always pulled down to just past the tip of his nose, leaving his beautiful full lips and that angular jaw covered in delicious dark stubble visible. You had forgotten exactly how tight his black shirts were, clinging to him in a way which further accentuated each of his muscles beneath the dark fabric. While you had never forgotten just how well he filled out those black pants from that time you'd pulled him out of them, you had forgotten the way they seemed to strain at the seams on the sides because of how thick his thighs were. Noticing that little detail again had your heart thundering in your own ears. 

But besides all of that, he looked entirely fine. There was no sign of limping or bleeding, no reason as to why he might’ve disappeared for weeks. Not that you hadn’t already heard him featured in multiple news stories in the days that'd passed since you'd last spoken with him. You knew he was still venturing out into the city at night, he just hadn't ventured to see you.

The Devil’s covered head tipped to the side, his lips curving downwards at the corners. You realized you’d just been standing there staring at him in your kitchen for a long, drawn out minute without having said anything yet. But instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, the question that had been scratching at your mind ever since that last time he’d flung himself over the railing of your fire escape flew off your tongue.

“You disappeared for weeks. Why?” you demanded.

His lips pursed in response, a few of his fingers twitching at his sides inside of his black gloves. Another silence dragged itself out between you both, and you continued to grow increasingly aware of just how close he stood to you in the kitchen. Leaning further back against the counter behind you, feeling the edge of it press into your lower back, you tried to maintain your distance as if that would somehow help contain the tumultuous onslaught of emotions now coursing through you just from seeing him again. 

“I thought it was for the best,” he finally answered. “I was afraid you might be getting attached, and I can’t exactly have attachments. Not doing all of this.” He raised a gloved hand, gesturing it at his chest and implying his nightly vigilante activities. “I’m not the guy you should be interested in, angel. So I thought it would be better if I stopped intruding on your evenings and gave you space, but–.”

“It wasn’t better,” you shot back, cutting him off. 

The words had come out a bit harsher than you'd intended, so you paused, pressing your lips firmly together while you took a second to rein in your emotions. Telling him off would probably just send him back out onto your fire escape, and that was the opposite of what you wanted.

“I thought we’d become friends after all those times I helped you,” you tried again, managing to keep your tone even. “I thought you would have at least given me some sort of an actual goodbye instead of just ghosting me if you weren’t planning to come back.”

The corner of his lip twitched, guiltily tugging to the side. “You're right, we did become friends over these past few months,” he agreed softly. “And I’m sorry for my absence. I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that, but I wasn't necessarily intending to never come back.”

It wasn’t much of an apology, especially considering this wasn't the first time he'd disappeared on you after your strange friendship had begun, yet you couldn’t deny the way the frustration and hurt began to ease its way out of you. He was acknowledging his actions at least, and maybe he was truly sorry. He certainly sounded like it. While it still upset you that he’d just ignored you for weeks, not even leaving you a note or stopping by to take something from the Devil’s Pantry which you dutifully set outside solely for him every single night, you couldn’t deny how elated you were that he’d simply returned to you.

But that begged the question as to why he was here tonight.

“So what brought you back then?” you asked, brows furrowing together. “I thought what I said last time freaked you out after you stopped visiting. It's been weeks since I've seen you, why show up now?”

The Devil took a half step closer to you, shrinking the already small distance between you both, and your reaction was immediate. Your pulse sped up, your heart thudding like a drum inside your chest as he drew even closer. The remaining space between your bodies grew thick and heated as something settled in it, something that had your stomach dipping anxiously as if you’d just jumped over the railing of your fire escape yourself. 

The Devil's heavy boots came to an abrupt halt along the floor, his lips twisting into a grimace as his hands curled into fists at his sides. You wondered what that was about, curious to know if he could somehow feel that same tension in the air that you did.

“I came because of what you said last time,” he admitted, sounding oddly pained. “I've been…wanting to know if you really meant it.”

Your heart gave a sharp, unexpected jolt as if it could somehow fling itself from your chest at him, so you grabbed onto the counter behind you to steady yourself. Had he really just spent all this time thinking about your offer of sleeping together? Conflicted over it for weeks instead of being completely put off by the idea? Was that why he'd disappeared for so long? Because he’d actually been considering making that sort of arrangement with you?

“You mean about being friends who are sometimes more than that?” you hesitantly clarified.

“Yes,” the Devil answered. 

He took another half-step closer to you, and you swore every nerve-ending in your body sparked to life. His tongue slipped out between his lips, making you acutely aware of how you were currently dressed right now–in just the oversized shirt and panties. Panties which were quite honestly growing a bit damp with the way you could feel him staring at you beneath that mask.

“Do you truly think that's something you could do?” he questioned huskily. “The physical without anything more than friendship? Especially with someone you know so little about?”

“I told you I already know enough about you,” you replied. You’d caught the breathlessness of your own voice, his proximity having a strong effect on you considering the topic of conversation. “I know enough about your character even without your name. I imagine you could say the same about me.”

He shook his masked head from side to side slowly, taking another step closer as he did. There was less than a foot of space left between your bodies now, and you could smell the sweat and the city on him. Your hands curled tighter around the kitchen counter behind you, nails digging into the stone as you leaned against it, fighting the growing lightheadedness as your breaths came in sharper.

“That wasn’t what I asked,” the Devil pointed out. “I asked if you could do the physical and only accept my friendship in return.”

It was impossible not to stare at his lips with him standing as close as he was, your eyes drawn to them when he'd spoken, watching the way they formed each word. Your breathing was coming in short and embarrassingly ragged, and you were certain he could hear the way it’d changed.

Something about the Devil had you constantly wanting more from him. More nighttime visits, more conversations, more touches with or without the gloves, more personal facts accidentally slipping out of his beautiful mouth. You wanted more than friendship because you'd certainly gone and developed feelings for him, but that wasn't what he was offering. 

If it was a choice between friends who fucked or nothing at all, you knew the answer. You'd shove down every scrap of feelings you felt for him if it meant he kept climbing through your window at night. And if you got to have just a fraction more of him in the process, you were willing to deal with the emotional fallout later. Maybe all it was between you two was sexual attraction in the end, just like he'd said before.

“Yes,” you told him. “I can handle it.”

Which was true, because you knew that was the only way you'd ever keep the Devil. And right now, you’d have agreed to anything to make that happen.

His head tipped to the side as he fell into quiet contemplation, apparently mulling over your response. You remembered once that he’d mentioned he could tell when people were lying, and you wondered if he was somehow using that ability on you now, however the hell it worked.

While he stood silent, your eyes dropped to the line of his jaw. It was even more exposed beneath the overhead light in your kitchen with the way he’d tipped his head to the side, and you desperately wanted to run your tongue along the length of it. You wanted to taste his skin, to feel the sharp rasp of his stubble, and to hear what sounds he might make. You wanted to twist your fingers into the little brown hairs that peeked out beneath the back of his mask and kiss him until you couldn't breathe.

Having grown so absorbed in the fantasy playing out in your head, your stupid mind only making you more aroused than you already were seconds ago, you were taken by surprise when the Devil abruptly moved. A startled gasp slipped out of you the moment he lunged forward, his rough gloves grabbing onto either side of your face. He closed the remaining distance without warning, and his impossibly soft and warm lips crashed onto yours before your brain had a second to comprehend what was happening. 

It took you a moment to register that he was kissing you, that after months of fantasizing about this exact scenario, the Devil was finally kissing you. Your hands released the counter and grabbed onto the thin fabric of his shirt along his chest, your fingers twisting into the dark material. Moving your lips against his, you kissed him back with the hungry determination you’d been holding back for months. Every part of you became hyper-aware of the Devil, because for once you were touching him and it wasn't with the sole intention of helping him. 

You could feel the hard planes of muscle beneath your palms, the muscle you’d known was there because you'd seen it before, but now you didn't have to hide how incredibly attracted you’d always been to him. So when he took another step forward and pressed himself against you, trapping you between him and the counter, all of the blood in your veins rushed to a singular point between your thighs. His solid chest brushed against your peaked nipples poking through the thin cotton of your shirt, and you audibly moaned at the sensation. Seizing the opportunity, the Devil’s tongue slid right into your mouth, his gloved hands still firmly holding your face steady in his grip. 

With each sensual lap of his tongue against yours, you could feel a bulge straining against the front of his pants. Fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt, you reacted without thinking as his erection pushed into your thigh. Your hips bucked forward against his, desperate for more contact–for more of him. But instead he abruptly broke away from your lips with a long, deep groan of pleasure as if somehow it was all too much, and you swore the sound lit your body on fire. 

You stared at his kiss swollen lips beneath the harsh lighting of your kitchen, your breath coming in ragged, harsh bursts. Not quite ready to have ended such a heated moment, you inched forward towards him, eager to continue what had been easily the hottest kiss of your life, but you were stopped as the Devil’s hands fell away from your face and he took a partial step backwards.

“Wait,” he hoarsely ordered. His own chest rapidly rose and fell as if he was struggling to catch his breath, one of his hands raising in the space between you. “We should–should discuss things first. Boundaries.”

Still utterly breathless from the kiss, the air rushed in and out between your parted lips. You felt as disheveled and undone as the Devil currently looked, his shirt rumpled and his cheeks flushed. Your panties were noticeably wet, something that was impossible to ignore now. So was the throbbing between your legs that was beating in sync with your pulse. 

He huffed out a breathy laugh while nodding his head. But as the grin lingered on his lips, you caught the hard swallow with the bob of his throat before he turned, moving with barely a sound in his heavy boots as he navigated through your kitchen and headed straight towards your couch. Disappointment crept through you, his retreat the equivalent of someone spraying you with a garden hose. Talking was the last thing you were in the mood for after that frenzied kiss you'd both just shared, but you followed after him anyway. Somewhere in your lust-filled mind you knew he had a point, there were details to discuss if this were to work. 

“Boundaries,” you repeated. “That–that makes sense. If we’re, you know, doing this.”

“If we are doing this,” the Devil began, voice still tight as he settled onto the couch, “then I need to set some rules.”

“Rules, right,” you agreed breathlessly, making your way through your kitchen. The abrupt switch from wanting to tear through his clothes with your nails to needing to discuss boundaries for this ‘relationship’ had your head spinning. “I can do rules.”

“Even if that means my mask can never come off?” the Devil questioned.

“Maybe I’ll develop a mask kink,” you teased back, bare feet padding towards him. “Or maybe I already have one.”

As you stepped around the side of the couch, about to make your way to sit down beside him, you were caught off guard when he leaned forward. His hand shot out and latched onto your wrist, gently yet firmly tugging you towards him. You stumbled forward a step, letting him guide you down onto what you assumed would be his lap, but instead he settled you down to straddle one of his thighs. 

You became exceedingly aware of the length of thick muscle along the top of it, the thin layer of your damp panties not creating much of a barrier between your aching cunt and that heavenly muscle. Your traitorous pussy clenched around nothing as you sat there, silently begging for you both to shut up already and give into the desire burning through you. As if the Devil could feel your impatience, his hands roughly landed on your hips as a throaty hum rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating through your entire body before heading straight to your cunt.

“You know I can’t ever give you my name, either,” he continued in a lower, huskier tone. “I need to remain anonymous.”

Placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you felt his gloved fingers digging into the flesh of your hips through your shirt. He nudged you slightly forward along his thigh, dragging your cunt over him just enough. The sweet, delicious friction that resulted elicited the softest whine from your lips and you visibly quivered. The Devil’s grip tightened even further on your hips, his nostrils flaring sharply beneath his mask.

“We don’t–dont need names,” you whispered.

Another low, pleased noise vibrated deep in the back of his throat. He tipped his head back against the back of your couch, staring up at you from beneath the mask as one of his hands released your hip, gliding up the top of your thigh before disappearing beneath your shirt. The coarse material of his glove dragging its way tantalizingly slowly over your ribs caused the muscles in your stomach to twitch. 

“This can only ever be sex,” he stated.

Your eyelids fluttered as his hand continued moving further upwards, teasing you with its unhurried pace until it inevitably came to palm your breast. He cupped the weight of it in his hand, the corner of his lips curving upwards as you involuntarily shifted along his leg. The hand on your hip urged you to move against him again, causing sparks of heat to dance under your skin as he encouraged you to grind along his exceptionally solid thigh.

“I have a feeling tending injuries and–and feeding you might also be involved in this arrangement,” you murmured, half-distracted from the conversation by pleasure. 

The softest chuckle tumbled past his lips as he looked up at you, a cocky smirk playing along them. “Then I suppose you should get your fair share out of this arrangement too, angel.”

His voice was a low purr that had your eyelids falling shut and your nails digging into his shoulders. Your body started moving in a rhythm all on its own, your hips rocking back and forth along his thigh as the hem of your shirt rode higher up your legs with the movement. The ridge of his thick quad was perfectly slotted between your thighs, allowing you to grind yourself along him at the exact angle that already had your stomach knotting up in pleasure. 

Everything else melted away as you straddled his thigh chasing after something to soothe the ache you felt for him between your own. It no longer mattered that he’d been gone for weeks, or how hurt you’d been over his silence, or that it was incredibly late and you were absolutely exhausted and needed to sleep. You’d never felt so good before and you weren’t even fucking him yet. Because there was something there between you both, something that made your pulse pound and your brain go hazy, something that you’d never experienced before.

“Is this what you think about when I'm not around?” he asked.

As your eyes gradually fluttered back open, you were met with the view of the Devil still casually watching you. His lips were parted as his hand beneath your shirt continued kneading your breast. Beneath the black mask, his cheeks were still somewhat flushed, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders beneath your palms, as if all that dangerous power was being held back while he let you ride his thigh.

“Yes,” you breathed out. “This and…other things…”

Releasing your grip on his shoulder, you dragged your nails softly down his chest, letting them skip over his belt buckle. But the second you palmed the tented fabric of his pants, the Devil’s teeth clamped together and a sharp hiss of air passed through them as he arched against the couch. Your tongue slid out, wetting your lips in delight at his reaction to simply being touched. You wanted more of it, so your hand inched upwards towards his belt buckle with every intention of freeing him from the confines of his pants so that you could take care of him.

But when his hand left your hip to abruptly grasp your neck, you froze in place beneath his grip. Your hips stuttered to a stop along his thigh as your hand lingered on his belt buckle, wondering if somehow undressing him was crossing one of his boundaries. While he wasn’t gripping you hard enough to choke, he'd certainly grabbed you with enough pressure to feel his gloved hand pressing against your windpipe. 

The Devil gave a single shake of his head. “No. Not tonight,” he said. “Only this.”

There was something laced in those few words that felt like a warning. Apparently sex wasn’t on the table tonight, and while you were moderately disappointed that you’d have to wait even longer for that, you could hardly remain disappointed when his hand beneath your shirt pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“Keep going,” he ordered. “You’re not finished until you come on my thigh, angel.”

You needed no further encouragement, your body once more resuming its motion along his leg. His hand remained wrapped around your throat though. The pressure was not enough to restrict your airflow, but it caused little white spots to appear in the corner of your vision. 

Being choked by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had a thrill tingling its way up your spine. How many men had been strangled by these exact hands? And now here he was holding himself back with you. He could squeeze just a little more, press his fingers into the delicate skin of your neck hard enough to block your breath until you passed out like he’d no doubt done countless times with so many others, but you trusted him completely. Because you knew the Devil wouldn’t cross that line with you.

And the thought of that had you panting and whimpering on him in a matter of minutes, your slick panties leaving wet stains along the top of his dark pants. You could feel yourself inching closer to a release, your stomach tightening with each roll of your hips as you rutted against him like a pathetic, single-minded animal. 

“That’s it, angel,” he husked. “You’re turning into such a mess for me.”

With one hand braced against his shoulder, nails digging into him so firmly that you were surprised you hadn’t torn his shirt, your other hand was curled over the top of his pants, palm flat against his belt buckle that he'd stopped you from undoing. Your thighs were trembling around his as pleasure surged its way through your body like a wave cresting against the shore, and you ground against him until finally reaching your breaking point. 

Your head tipped back over your shoulders, your eyes clamping shut as a low moan barreled straight out of your mouth, the sound vibrating against his palm. His fingers tightened around your neck as you came on his thigh, your entire body quaking with pleasure. You thought you heard a throaty groan rumble out of him, but your brain was too muddied to know for certain.

Shuddering against him, your hips eventually slowed to a stop, your panties significantly damper than earlier. You were breathing hard, your heart pounding in your chest like a battering ram. Eventually the Devil released your neck from his hold, his hand finding its way back to your hip to steady you on his leg as his other reluctantly ceased toying with your nipple beneath your shirt. Still loudly gasping for air, your head rolled forward and your gaze landed back on him, catching the rather smug smile beneath the hard line of his mask.

“What’s–what’s that look for?” you breathed out.

“You have absolutely no idea how beautiful you sound to me, angel,” he murmured.

His hand lightly patted your hip, the smug smile remaining drawn across his lips. Your brows dipped together in confusion as you stared down at him, heat creeping its way up your neck. Was he talking about the sounds you’d just been making when you’d come? You’d never been complimented on that before. What another odd thing for him to say. But you were far too tired now to question much about his strangeness as your body began to slump forward against his.

“Think I should get you to bed,” the Devil teased. “Seems like you’re up well past your bedtime, angel. I don’t think my visit helped with your energy levels.”

“Mmm,” you hummed back, leaning forward towards him and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. “On the contrary, Devil, I think your visit helped tire me out so that I can finally fall asleep.”

Simply because you could–and because once wasn’t enough tonight–you leaned in the rest of the way and pressed a kiss to his lips. He returned it, though this time it wasn’t as heated as when he’d cornered you in your kitchen. This kiss was softer and slower, with something almost sweet and hesitant about it. When you pulled back, you smiled down at where you thought his eyes were hidden beneath his mask.

“You sure you’re good tonight?” you asked. “So far this arrangement seems a bit uneven.”

His lips quirked into a mischievous grin, and you fought the urge to lean back down and keep kissing him. That was going to be difficult to stop doing now that you’d been allowed to start.

“I’ll collect what I want next time,” he promised you. “But you sound far too exhausted and I’m sure you have work in the morning, so I think this is where I see myself out and let you get to bed.”

Reluctantly disentangling yourself from his thigh, you maneuvered yourself off his lap and stood back onto your feet, readjusting the oversized shirt that had ridden up. The Devil pushed himself up from the couch after you, and while you weren’t certain in the dim lighting that reached the living room from your kitchen, you thought you saw a damp patch not just on his thigh but also near his zipper. Maybe the Devil had enjoyed himself more than you’d realized.

“So is this how it’s going to be now?” you asked curiously, watching him readjust his pants as he headed towards your window. “We fuck and then you disappear from the fifth floor?”

The Devil slid open your window before he paused, his masked face turning over his shoulder towards you. “Tehcnically we haven’t done that yet,” he pointed out. “But sometimes I suppose that’ll be the case. I’m usually on the go. Things are always happening in the city. And since this isn’t anything more than just two friends who’re attracted to each other, we shouldn’t make it anymore complicated than that.”

“Right,” you agreed, nodding your head. “Just…two friends who want to fuck each other. Really badly.”

His grin grew wider before he tipped his head at you. “Goodnight, angel.”

Before you could say more than a goodnight in return, he turned and slipped out onto your fire escape through the open window. He closed it after himself before walking over to the railing, grabbing it in both of his hands and then gracefully flinging himself over it just like he’d done so many times before.

“I can definitely do uncomplicated,” you told yourself, staring at the place he’d just been standing outside, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “That absolutely will not be a problem.”

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[iamamilkgod]

Unfortunately no man will ever be as beautiful as Marco Checchettos, Matt Murdock

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Matt Survives the 4th Ao3 Crosspost

Matt Murdock x fem!Reader fic NSFW

Explicit Sexual Content: smut

Summary: With Matts heightened senses you aren't sure how to best help with the firework celebrations, but Matt has an idea. or Matt uses your thighs as noise blockers.

With Matt's heightened senses you weren't sure what to plan for the upcoming holiday; 4th of July in the states, especially in NYC for the 250 year anniversary, was going to be intense to say the least. Not even that most people really wanted to celebrate the country this year or what it stands for but who doesn't like a good party. New Yorkers have a reputation for going all out for every holiday, with new years eve being the most intense. Which means for Matt, tonight would be hell.

You had been planning all week how best to work with Matt’s senses. But today, you tried your best to get his apartment ready while he finished up at the office with Foggy and Karen. You had gotten him sound proof headphones, ear plugs and you prepared a home cooked meal. You tried to make his place as unstimulating as possible. Getting organic foods for dinner, keeping the AC on high and all the windows closed. With the sudden heat wave, you were trying to keep as much heat out of the apartment as possible. You cleaned the house and got some ice packs in the freezer. ________________________________________________________________

One thing Matt loved about you is how much you cared for him. He knew you would be trying to help him with the upcoming onslaught of noise that would happen in the next 24 hours. You had asked him through the week what he had done previous years for the celebrations. Now, it being the 4th of July. The celebrations were getting set up for the big event tonight. Matt didnt care for 4th of july, well no, more like hated it. Not only did it fuck up his senses, it also negatively effected the veterans and the few animals that did live in NYC. Not to mention the smell of gunpowder that would linger for the following days. And the sheer amount of pollution that would litter hell's kitchen because of it.

Matt had dealt with this holiday before, but this year there was also a heat wave. He hoped that his apartment would be cooler than the office. The AC was not working at Nelson and Murdock, the constant battle of what bill to pay off was lost this month when the AC bill came and went without a payment. Even so, it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway. The building was old, and with Matt wearing his usual suit, it was a pretty rough day at the office. Most people come in to get help with their own slum landlords not fixing their own AC. It had been a long (hot) day. Some previous clients had dropped off old fans, and while a nice thought, nothing could get the heat out of the building. When Matt’s clock had called out his time to go home he basically ran out the door. Not that Hell's Kitchen was much cooler than the building. But at least the air wasn't being circulated over and over again. Matt quickly pushed his sleeves up his muscular arms, pulled his tie pulled loose, threw his jacket over his arm, and extended his cane to start the path back to you. Even with all of the annoyances of the day, Matt reminded himself that as he turned the block towards his apartment, you were home. And that's all he needed to remember as he tried to make his way home in the scorching heat.

As he came to the block of your shared apartment he could hear your elevated heart beat. Probably from you rushing to get everything ready for Matt to get home. He took the elevator up to his apartment and he could smell the hint of your pheromones in the air. Your sweat, excitement, and your elevated temperature. You had been prepping the whole afternoon for him. He walked down the hall and turned the handle to the door. He quietly unlocked the apartment and put his keys into the bowl, he listened to you rustling around the apartment. Putting the finishing touches on dinner. He noticed the faint sound of your favorite show on your phone as you cooked, keeping you distracted from hearing Matt at all. He waited until your back was turned to him, before he slowly made his way behind you. He quickly scooped you up from behind and attacked your neck with a flurry of kisses. Your gasp of surprise quickly changing into a giggling fit. As you turned your head around and gave him kisses back you noticed how disheveled he was. You could tell by the way his shirt clung to his muscular form that it was unbearably hot in the office today.

“You, sir, need a shower.” You teased as you finished up the final pieces of the recipe you were working on. You opened the oven door and bent over to put the food in. As you went to stand back up his hand tapped your ass in a teasing way back.

“You just want to see me with no clothes on” You smiled at that, thinking about what you both had done in the shower this morning.

“That would be an added bonus, but you are covered in sweat. And I'd rather you not be sweaty for dinner.”

Matt put up a small fight but he really did want to shower. It would help bring his temperature down and he could get the lingering sweat smell off of him. He undid his tie and peeled his shirt off, lucky for you the view from the kitchen was pretty good. You could see him change out of his work clothes from the island. It was sinful, the way Matt looked under his work shirt. The tight fit of his work pants made the round of his ass more predominant. He unzipped his pants and grabbed his waistband, slowly pulling them both down at the same time. His distracting v becoming more visible. It seemed he moved in slow motion as the waistband finally made it to the base of his cock. As he pulled them further down his semi hard cock slightly bounced when you bit your lip across the room.

“I can feel you staring sweetheart.” Matt teased.

“ Oh come on?” You rolled your eyes at him, not that he could really tell. “A girl can't enjoy the view?”

Matt seemed to chuckle at that one before pulling the rest of his pants off. He then stepped into the shower. ________________________________________________________________

After enjoying the meal you made, and some more teasing moments you were both exhausted to do anything else. You had made sure that Matt wasn't going to try and go out tonight as daredevil, due to the heat wave. Which didn't take much convincing. Matt wasn't going due to the fireworks making his senses dull. You knew the fireworks would probably start within the next hour but you had both decided that it would be best for Matt to try to get any sleep at all. So you both decided to head to bed early. You made sure that the AC was pumped so he wouldn't be affected by the heat along with everything else. He put in his noise reducing earbuds, then the headphones. It took a bit for him to fall asleep since he usually used your heartbeat as a way to fall asleep. But he finally settled for resting a hand over your chest to feel it under his finger tips. It wasn't long before the exhaustion from the day caught up to you both and you had quickly fallen asleep. ________________________________________________________________

The fireworks were going off later than usual and Matt was struggling to sleep. He had been tossing and turning. Just when he thought he could go back asleep the next one went off. He had tried not to wake you, you seemed so at peace. Unfortunately, for Matt, he barely slept at all. He was woken up right when the celebrations had started. He shifted in the bed, throwing a pillow over his head, anything to muffle the sound. Nothing was working. He took the pillow off of his head and tried to go back to sleep. It didn't help that you had both been too tired earlier to do anything. Now Matt was full of energy. He wanted you so badly, he had been trying to tease you earlier with the whole “shower show”. But you were both ready to eat and get ready for bed. Now he was rock hard, trying to will his erection away.

You woke up groggy, looking around for Matt. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the dark space and you saw Matt with his noise canceling headphone on. But judging by his expression, they weren't helping much. As you rolled over to Matt and put a gentle hand to his shoulder he seemed startled. He must have been trying to meditate the noise away. Now that you were fully awake, he took the headphones off but left the earplugs in. He sighed.

“I wasn't trying to wake you up too, ‘m sorry sweetheart” Matt leaned over and kissed your forehead and left his lips against your forehead.

“Are you okay matty?” You ask bringing your hand along his face trying to bring him familiar comfort. You moved him closer until you were able to pull him to your chest. Being close meant that he could focus on you. Your heart, your scent, your heat. Your hand started scratching his head the way he liked and he basically purred into your chest.

A firework went off. And you saw the way Matt reacted to it. If it was loud for you, you couldn't imagine how much it was for him. You pulled him as tight to your chest as you could. Sort of using your breasts as a buffer. You waited for Matt to calm down. Before you started scratching his head again then slowly moving down his neck, back and arms. He was melting into you, breathing you in. You felt Matt shift against you, and you felt his cock tented into his boxers. You waited a moment before asking.

“Matt… are you sure it wasn't just the sounds that woke you up?” you smiled into his hair. You rolled your hips into his growing erection. You were still worked up from his showing off earlier.

“No, it wasn't just that. I was also thinking about you….” He swallowed. Lifting his head back up to sort of look at your face. His voice deeper than before. “ I was dreaming about how much more I would enjoy your thighs over these-” Another firework went off and Matt buried his head back into your chest. All the suave leaves him. He groans into your chest. He looks miserable, and honestly if Matt thinks that your thighs would be better than his earplugs you were willing to try it. Matt needed you right now. No soft, gentle love, he needed a distraction. When it seemed like there was a break in the onslaught of noise you moved your head towards his covered ear.

“I would like take you up on that Mr. Murdock,” you breathily whispered to him.

Matt moved his head off of your chest and moved up to kiss your neck. He slipped the earplugs out and set them on the night stand. His hands moving to palm your breast as he moved his lips to yours. You moaned, and his tongue slipped into your mouth. His hands slowly working their way down until two of his fingers pressed into your slick cunt. He moved his calloused fingers back and forth gathering wetness from your damped folds. You moved your legs apart so his hand could go deeper. He bit your lip and when you gasped he moved his fingers slowly. Giving you a chance to relax and breathe. He slowly started pumping them in and out. As your breath quickened and you slowly came to your edge he pulled his fingers out of your cunt and took them in his mouth. He licked the slick off his fingers and his lips. He could tell you were turned on by his enjoyment of you. He then pushed you flat on the bed and placed suddenly more urgent kisses to get to your core quicker. Confused by the change in pace, you looked down at him. He quickly moved your hips up so his mouth was directly on your cunt. He placed the flat of his tongue against your core. You gasped at the sudden heat over your core. He then glided towards your clit. Your legs tightened over his ears right as another round of fireworks went off. You were amazed at his ability to now guess when they would go off, even more so that he timed each of your moans with the fireworks. He gripped your thigh and moved his tough down, thrusting it in and out. Your hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulled him closer. He groaned into your core.

You’re reaching your climax as more fireworks are going off in New York. Matt seems to be doing everything he can to make you make as much noise as possible. Swapping back and forth. First using his tongue to fuck you as his nose hits your clit. Then him abusing your clit with his tongue and using his fingers to bring you closer and closer to your edge. When you got too close he would smack your ass to hear the sound reverberate off the walls of the apartment. Hearing your moans, Matt becomes undone before you. He starts groaning along with you, hips rutting against the bed. His hard cock trying to gain any friction. He times your orgasm with the grand finally of the 4th of July celebrations. As your release overtakes you, you squeeze your thighs tight around Matt's head, and let out a loud, long moan. It fills the room, just as he hoped. He lets out a groan into your pussy and the vibrations help you ride out your orgasm. Until the final firework goes off. Matt's hips stutter into the bed as he cums untouched. As you slowly release your legs from Matt's head, he gently begins to place open mouth kisses along your thighs.

“Thank you angel,” he mumbles.

You notice that the fireworks seem to be done for the night. As you look down at Matt who seems to be pussy drunk, you think it's time to repay him. You slowly tug at his cum soaked underwear, and he takes them off. He moved up to join you to go back to sleep. Nuzzling up behind you and pressing your back to his chest. But you were not done with him tonight. You move your hand down to grab the base of his cock.

“Shit, Sweetheart, you don't have too-” He moaned as you start moving your hand.

“Hmm, but I want to.” You pump his cock a few more times and line it up with your soaked entrance. He hisses as you lower yourself back onto his sensitive cock. You start to roll your hips back as he tries to not cum instantly. He grabs your hips and keeps them still. Slowly, his hips started to move. One of his hands moved to grab your breast as the other pulled your hips to his. His fingers moved to pinch the stiff peak of your nipple, your pussy clenched around his cock. Both of your hips started to pick up the pace. With slapping sounds filling the room. Matt moved his hand from your hips, to your clit and started making circular motions. Getting you closer to your edge. You felt your release come on suddenly, causing your whole body to shake. Behind you, Matt’s hips starting to stutter, he pulled you closer as he buried his cock deep in you. His warm release coating your walls, he groaned into your neck. You both rocked your hips riding out the last of your highs before he slowly removed his cock from you. He placed kisses on your neck, mumbling about how much he loved you. You pulled his hand up and kissed it. Before you both were quickly overwhelmed with how tired you both were from your interrupted sleep.

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Daredevil 1x02 Daredevil Born Again 2x03

[theautomattic]

The Matt Murdock Ab Flex™ 🤤

[mmmurdockss]

Me with Matt:

aw omg this is the cutest baby i have ever seen 🥰

Also me with Matt:

SLAM ME AGAINST EVERY WALL ON MY HOUSE GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE I AM A SINNER I NEED TO RETURN TO THE LIGHT OF THE LORD AMEN

[theyateastarnamedaquarius]

I really like small sounds: a watch ticking in my ear and listening to peoples heart beats.

[hugsohugs]

one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(

[lilacmurdock]

exactly why i love FFTD so much 😭 like the multiple coffee dates, the easter brunch chapter, the whole road trip, so so cute

[bellaxgiornata]

Thank you!! 🥹🫶🏻 I loved writing the silly, lighthearted everyday moments between them in that series just as much as the smut and the angst. My favorite thing about that fic is that one moment things could be real heavy or real filthy, and the next, Reader is sleepwalking and mistaking Matt for a copy machine 😂

[theyateastarnamedaquarius]

Literally best fic ever