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Matt and Dex can’t seem to share

A Taste of your Profession pt.2

ৎ୭ Summary: Riley and reader have been on five dates already, he goes to her apartment for a movie night. Pt.1 here A Taste of your Profession

ৎ୭ Warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, teasing/seduction, smut, porn with plot, dom reader, switch Riley, face sitting, p in v, wrap it before you tap it, cable play, cowgirl, dirty talk, dry humping, begging, praise kink, spanking, emotional sex, confessing love, little mentions of blood, dacryphilia kink, big dick Riley, doggy style, face riding, oral (f receiving), “good boy” used

ৎ୭ Wc: 2.6k

ৎ୭ Author’s Notes: Slightly inspired by the movie The Sentiment of the Flesh. Spent the whole night finishing this, Monster ultra peach keen gave me strength.

Riley’s heart sinks to his stomach with anticipation.

The rain droplets hit hard on the pavement. Riley has been sitting in his car for the past three minutes since he arrived at your apartment. His thoughts were eating him alive.

Yes he’s excited to finally step foot in your home, seeing how you decorated the place with all your favorite things. But he truly tries his best to push that nervous feeling aside. Riley should be ready. Hell he already has been on four other dates with you in the past three weeks.

The second date y'all went together was the Bowling Alley, Riley lost with forty-eight points and you won with seventy-five. On your third date you both decided to go try out the new froyo place. Which ended in a heated makeout session, teeth knocked into each other’s. A few days later you had asked him on a fourth date, this time at a Mexican restaurant where you lied and said it was Riley’s birthday to get triple chocolate cake. Previously y'all had a picnic at the park a few blocks away from your apartment. Likewise Riley had enjoyed every moment with you.

However he doesn’t know if you feel the same way as him. Oh come on, she wouldn’t have asked you on a date if she didn’t feel the same way or invited you to her apartment. That's true, but Riley needs clarification from you. He wants to hear you say it. Moan it. Yell it from the rooftops. One of the three. Don’t rush it Riley, just get out of the car. She’s waiting for you.

Riley gets out of his car, jogging to your porch to avoid the harsh rain. He raises his arm hesitantly knocking on the door. The sound of your hurried footsteps could be heard from behind the door. You opened the door with a huge grin on your face. “Riley, come in”, you say while pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket. He stumbles into the apartment closing the door behind him. Riley looks deeply into your eyes, “Hi”. “Hi”, you respond back shyly. Riley takes a deep breath and looks around him. A creamy white was the color of the walls covered with pictures of you and a cat that you mentioned on your past dates. He looks down at the ground, dark brown floor boards.

Riley looks up at you seeing a shy expression on your face. Oh Shit! All I said was hi and just looked at her apartment like I’m the Landlord. The room was filled with awkward silence. Fuck! Say something… anything. Riley clears his throat, “I love your ho— a faint meow interrupted him. Both of you looked down seeing a fuzzy gray cat. You bend your knees and pick up the furry creature. “This is my handsome son Milo. Milo this is Riley”, Milo looks at Riley up and down. Is the cat judging me?

“Well it seems that he likes you”, you say putting Milo down. “Him staring at me like I’m nothing means he likes me”, Riley chuckles. “It’s better than him hissing at you. Why don’t I show the rest of my home”, you grab Riley’s hand leading him the way.

The tour of your apartment only took a couple minutes. Riley complimented every room and decor. Your home was filled with everything you loved, never hiding anything about you.

“My living room, the last place of the tour”, you huffed excitedly. Turning to face Riley you noticed that he was still wet from the rain. “Oh you poor baby, you’re wet. Take off your jacket”. The word “baby” ran chills down Riley’s spine. He takes off his jacket without a second thought. Handing it to you, you placed it on your kitchen counter. To stop his heart from racing, “So what are we watching?”

“Um well you remember on our last date you said that you like psychological movies. I decided for us to watch something around that genre”, you tell him cheerfully. You actually listen to me. Blood rushes to his cock. Did my pants just tighten?!

“That sounds great”, he blurted out. Sounds great. Riley you could’ve said something better than that. “But here’s the thing, it has a lot of sex scenes. You okay with that?”, you questioned. He nodded, deciding to keep his mouth shut before saying something dumb.

You grab a hold of his hand and lead him to the couch. Riley sits down on the plushed couch, feeling comfortable. You sit on his right. Laying your head on his shoulder with the remote in your hand, you start the movie.

You weren’t lying when you said there’s a lot of sex scenes in the movie. Almost every 12 minutes the two main actors are fucking. In the woods, club bathrooms, kitchens. Even at their own jobs. Maybe she’s giving you a hint. That’s the third time that thought has entered Riley’s mind.

Suddenly, you repositioned yourself, laying your head on his lap. Your head directly on his cock. But you weren’t facing the screen. What is she doing? Your eyes were dark, filled with lust. Your teeth scraped the zipper to his jeans. Pulling it down slowly. His dick gets harder just by you edging him.

“Can I?”, tugging on his pants. “Yes please”, he whimpers. Tugging his pants to his ankles you sit on his lap. His legs in between you. Your cunt sits directly on his cock. Riley can feel your heat beneath all the fabrics. Causing his dick to twitch. Slotting your lips between his, you grind hard on his dick. “Oh Fuck~~ DONT Stop”, Riley cries. His hands meet your waist. Pushing you down harder on his cock.

Spit drools down your chins. Rutting into each other messily. Riley glasses fogged from the heavy breathing. This feels a hundred times better than his dreams. You bit down on his lip, causing it to bleed. Somehow in a way your eyes got darker seeing the blood pouring from his lip. Grabbing his jaw ruthlessly, your tongue meets his bottom lip. Happily licking the blood. Your breath shudders, “Riley the reason why I invited you here was to have sex with you, but differently…” He’s panting heavily looking at you confused.

“I want to explore your occupation in a sexual manner. Do you understand what I mean?”, you ask, voice holding concern. Riley shakes his head no while letting out a little panting breath. “What I’m saying is you work with computers. You’re around USBs, motherboards and wires. I want to have sex with you but with you tied up. Not rope, not handcuffs, wires”, you say releasing a deep breath. Looking into his eyes you see that he needs clarification. “Riley, I love being around you. I feel calm with you. You're not disgusted with my job and my cat seems to like you. I want you to know that I only want to be with you. I want to continue what we have right now. Do you want that Riley?” He nods his head.

“No, I don’t want you nodding. I need words. I need to hear you say yes I want this”, your voice cracks. Riley’s thumb rubs gently on your waist. “I want you more than anything I could ever imagine”. He kisses your nose. “ I need you to bind me with wires”. He kisses your neck. “I need you to use my body for your pleasure”. He finally kissed your lips. “Do whatever you want to me because I’m not planning on leaving”, he said softly looking into your eyes. “Before we go to my bedroom, we need a SafeWord” you whispered into his lips. “How about cupcakes?”

“Can you remember that, I don’t want to go too overboard”, you laid out. “Honey I will tell you when it’s too much for me”.

Getting up from the couch, you walk towards your room. Taking off pieces of your clothes one by one. Leaving a trail for Riley to follow. He trails behind you undressing himself.

Walking into your bedroom you grab him from the back of his neck, smashing his lips into yours. Able to feel his big hard cock against your stomach. Pushing him down on the bed, “Stay”, you ordered. Walking over to your vanity you grab something, hiding it behind your back. Riley tries to peek over. “You wanna guess”, saying it with a teasing smile. “Is it the wires?”, hoping his answer was correct. Standing in between his spread legs, cock on full display. Riley pulls your hands from behind your back revealing the red wires.

“Lay on your back and grab the headboard”, Riley had never moved that fast in his life. He does what you ask. His hands reach his face trying to remove his glasses. “One rule: glasses stay on. I want you to see what I’m going to do to you”. You sit on top of his abs. Your slick coated pussy makes a squelch sound when you slam his wrist to the bed post. Holding the red wire in your left hand directly in Riley’s face. “This is for your wrist”, you seductively whisper. Riley feels the wire against his wrists. “You've never been tied up before”, you asked while tying. “It’s been a while …since I had sex and don’t usually participate in these.. kinks”, he answered hesitantly. “Just tell me if it’s too tight or if you don’t like it”.

You start grinding on his abs. “Oh fuck— you look so pretty being tied up”, your nails clawing down hard on his chest. The squelching sounds from your pussy gets louder. Riley’s cock twitches begging to be touched. Whimpers and moans spew from your lips. Riley looks up at you like you hung the moon. Tears fell down his face to his neck. The sound of your headboard banging against the wall makes you open your eyes. Riley’s trying to break free. Looking down at him with a smirk, “what are you doing baby?”

“Please, I want to touch you”, he begs. “I don’t think so handsome. Who’s in charge tonight?”, you already know the answer. He starts full on sobbing muttering “you”. Your pussy clenched just from seeing him cry. Arching your back, you lean down licking up his tears. “OH FUCK— plea- please just let me touch you”, he’s moans. “You want this pussy baby?”, whispering and biting down on his ear. Your left hand twisting his nipple. “Yes— FUCK ah ah”.

“It’s your pussy anyways, you deserve it”, removing his glasses from his face you rise off his chest. Planting your knees on each side of his head. His wrist yanks harder on the cable. “You want to eat me o—, not being able to finish your sentence he interrupted you chanting “yes”. You sit on his face, dropping your weight on him. Electricity runs through your body from the way Riley sucks on your clit. Riding on his face, his nose bumping into your clit just right. Your moans getting louder. Riley tongue laps up at your cunt. Mixing his spit and your arousal. Your stomach tightens, gripping Riley’s hair shoving his face harder into you. He breathes you in. His tongue meets your tight hole forcing his way in. “Mmh mh ah Riley— don’t stop”, you moan out.

He groans into your pussy, causing your body to vibrate. You feel yourself getting close. Grinding on his face harder, suffocating him. Knowing Riley would die happy between your thighs. Sucking on your clit harder, your body shudders while you cum. You’re breathing heavily and wincing when you get off his face. Riley takes in a deep breath and exhales. You place his glasses on his face. Looking at him, his face covered with your cum. Make your thighs clench. He noticed, “Instead of you sitting there you can come take this cock”. Your eyes widened. Does Riley think he can top you?

Sitting on his big meaty thighs you stare deeply into his eyes. “Baby I’m not the one tied up and was crying over not being touched. You think you could speak to me like that?” He holds his breath realizing how much trouble he’s in. “You going to answer me or just keep on staring?”, you said, waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it. You’re in charge, do whatever you want”, he stammered.

“You didn’t mean it? So you don’t want me to ride your dick”, you say acting dumb. Riley’s heart dropped and broke into a million pieces. His ears ringing and tears filled his ears. Lips wobbling, pleading to you that he wants to be inside you. “NO BABY PLEASE” and “I NEED TO BE IN YOU”. Grinning from ear to ear you grab a hold of his cock. Stroking and twisting him in your hand. Precum dribbles from his tip to the base of his cock. Riley’s body shakes. Hovering over his cock you say “Look at me”. Riley’s eyes meet yours.

“If you be a good boy I’ll let you cum inside me, but if you start tugging on the wires I will stop. And leave you with blue balls”. He whimpers, “I’ll be a good boy”. Without a warning you slip him deep inside you. Moans are spewing out of both of you. You’re bouncing on his cock at a rapid pace like he’s nothing but just a toy. The sound of your ass meeting his balls filled the room.

His cock stretching your pussy to fit him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the way he’s hitting your g spot. “Am I being a g-good boy?”Riley moans. Ohs and ahs fall from your mouth. Nodding your head and grinding down his cock, “Such a good boy for me”. Riley smirks. Your thighs tighten. Slowing your pace you untie Riley. Right when he felt that he was free. He moved you off him, the loss of his dick made you whimper.

Riley pushes you down on your stomach. Coming up behind you with his hands around your waist pulling your ass up. His hand meets a hard smack on your ass. Causing you to flinch and let out a moan. “I knew you would love that”, he chuckles while thrusting his cock inside your glistening tight hole. Screams and moans can be heard throughout the apartment. Riley’s speed increased with every thrust. Spanking you whenever your knees wobble. “You want my cock to slip out of you”, he groans. Whimpering “no” he grabs your wrist pulling them to your back. Laying your head on his chest and your back arching. The new position makes him go deeper inside you.

Your tits bounce with every thrust. Riley’s hand glides down your stomach. Spreading your lips he finds your clit. Giving it a little pinch you yelp. He rubs on your clit in a circular motion. You throw your head back feeling your stomach tightening again. “FUCK Riley I’m gonna cum”, you scream. He starts thrusting faster, pushing your face into the pillow. “Cum baby- cum for me”, he moans. no.

A Taste of your Profession

╰┈➤ Summary: Riley asked a woman on a date not knowing he will be exploring his and hers professions sexually. Pt.2 here A Taste of your Profession 2

╰┈➤ Warnings/tags: no use of y/n, fluff, teasing/seduction, Riley Detamore x reader, fluff, slight dirty talking, forensics, bones, Bullseye mentioned

╰┈➤ wc: 1.3k

╰┈➤ Author’s Notes: Slightly inspired by the movie The Sentiment of the Flesh.

Riley was panting hard, his heart rate pumping faster.

Two days ago Riley had run into you while making his way into the computer repair shop. Immediately he apologized, looking up expecting the stranger to be pissed. But you just had the kindest smile on your face. Time passes by as yall spew apologizes to each other saying “I’m sorry” and “no I should’ve been looking where I was going”.

“No seriously I should’ve been looking where I was going. A beautiful woman like you— Riley stopped himself from talking. Why the hell did I say that? “You think I’m beautiful?”, you say with a smirk on your lips. Riley’s face turns red as a tomato. He erupts with “I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I promise I’m not a creep or anything”.

“Woah- woah I don’t find that creepy at all. But why don’t we see each other again. And you can compliment me the whole time instead of mumbling apologizes,” you chuckled. Did you just ask him out, him out of all people.

In addition to you flirting with him, he said “yes” and gave you his number. You had even made sure to have a bone emoji right next to your name. Riley found that a little strange, but stopped judging because the most gorgeous woman he ever met wanted to go on a date with him.

Now here he was staying outside your apartment with a bouquet of anemones clutched in his right hand. He tries to calm his breathing down. Riley had run down a few blocks back to the flower shop because he was scared you would’ve thought the red roses were not your favorite. So he chose anemones, since the day he had bumped into you he had noticed you were wearing a purple similar to the flowers.

Riley knocks on your front door. In an instant you opened it with a bright smile on your face, eyes filled with joy. Riley returned the smile back, handing you the flowers. “I hope you like them”, he says softly. “Oh Riley, these flowers are beautiful, thank you,” you give him a small kiss on his cheek. His face goes red as a tomato again.

Riley had chosen a 5 star Italian restaurant that was just a few blocks from your apartment. The waitress sat you both down at a black leather booth. Wall mounted lanterns and vines covered the brick wall towards the pillars at the end of the booth. It looked very romantic, he knew he picked the right place by the way your eyes gleamed.

The two of you order your drinks and meals, trying each other’s Barolos and pastas. While time has passed filled with laughter and conversation, you both realized how much you have in common. Both of you love Star Wars, the Daredevil series, and so much more.

Although Riley loved talking to you about why Wilson Bethel is the best adaptation of Bullseye. He wanted to know what your profession is. “Hey sorry to interrupt you but I really want to know what you do?”.

“Oh shit”, you looked down at your wrist, “Well I should’ve seen this coming, I’m a forensic anthropologist. To save your time of asking questions, I analyze human skeletal remains to determine the deceased person’s age, sex, and ancestry”.

Riley looks at you astonished. “Um, if you're uncomfortable with what I do, we can just end this date here”, you say sadly. “No I’m not uncomfortable, just surprised, I’ve never met someone in forensics”, Riley says trying to convince you.

“Hey, you shouldn’t even be scared or hesitant to say what your job is. I run a love matchmaking app. I work on computers all the time, I’m basically a geek”. You giggle at him calling himself a geek making Riley’s heart beat faster with excitement.

He grabs your left hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth against your palm. Riley looks deep into your eyes and asks, “why were you hesitant to tell me what you do?”. You sigh and look down at your lap. Pulling the courage to speak, “The reason why I was slightly nervous to tell you because my past dates were either one disgusted or too frightened— to even call or message me. So that’s why I don’t even mention it”. Once you finished talking you realize Riley had never stopped holding your hand.

“Well I think your job is pretty cool— actually it’s very amazing. It shows off your intelligence level and how much you care”, he says with a wide grin on face cause to slide a little down his nose. “I guess we’re both geeks”, you snickered. Y'all both end in a fit of laughter making everyone's head turn to your direction.

You grab your wine and bring it to your lips. Riley calms down his laughter quickly, getting enchanted by your lips. The way your lips curve against the glass. The way your throat bobbles up and down. “Hey earth to Riley, are you okay or are you thinking about motherboards and CPU’s”, you joked.

“Sorry I just— DON'T tell her what you were thinking, she’s actually going to think you’re a creep this time— was thinking if you could name my bones right now” he says in a rush. Out of all the things you could’ve said, might just ask the waiter for the check. “Sure I can”, with a smirk on your face. Without warning he feels one of your heels gazing up and down his ankle, “Right here is your talus”. “If I were to go higher— your heel slowly moves up, digging into the meat of his calf— this is your fibula”, every word you say comes out with a slight purr.

Riley was stuck in a trance. His brain cancels out the rest of the world except you. He hears your alluring voice and feels your stinging hot touch. Continually she brings her heel higher going up and down, digging into the meat of him. But not too much to hurt him. Just enough for him to miss it.

She rubs his shin with the side of her heel, “tibia”, Riley mumbles it back to himself. A smile cradles her lips. Up and down his knee, “Patella”. Riley’s skin is burning. His cheeks are reddened with nervousness. You were getting closer to his cock. Up and down his inner thigh, “This is your femur. The longest and strongest bone in your body”, you dig harder into him when you say strongest. A small whimper falls from his lips. You rub your heel softly on his thigh, soothing the sting. Riley feels your heel an inch away from his cock and balls. His pants tightened. “Do you like this Riley?”, saying it like she doesn’t know he would go down on his in front of everyone and bend her over this table.

“Yes”, he whispers softly. You finally bring the bottom of your heel to where he needs it most. “Or do you love this”, you whisper seductively. Pushing your heel forward to his cock. His balls aching with the pressure. Someone would expect this to hurt him but oh does he enjoy it. “Riley I asked you a question— you put more pressure on his cock, whimpers slipped from his mouth— do you love this?” You say harsher.

“I-l— l love it, I promise I do”, Riley stuttered.

Canvas of desire

𖤓warnings/tags: public sex, smut, cream pie, slight breeding kink, no use of y/n, a little plot mostly porn, body painting, no description of reader, dry humping, cowgirl

𖤓wc: 690

𖤓author’s note: this is my second time writing smut, I hope you like it

Parker looks from a distance gawking at a woman- hell she might be a goddess. The woman is painting a canvas of Griffith Park. “She’s so beautiful- no gorgeous— wait no”

“ Parker what are you blubbering about- OH her”, O’Neal had said before Parker covered his mouth with their hands. “Hush O’Neal she might hear you”, Parker whispered with an embarrassed look on his face. O’Neal pushed his hands away from his lips, looking at Parker with a look that screams “Are you serious”. “She’s 20 feet away from us Parker” O’Neal shoves Parker closer to the woman, “Go talk to her before she leaves the park”.

“But what if she thinks I’m creepy- or maybe she doesn’t like blondes— or maybe she’s an alien from Mars. See O’Neal I don’t even have the confidence in myself to talk to her-“

“I promise I’m not an alien from Mars, just a person who thinks you’re pretty cute,” you yelled back from across the field covered with jacarandas.

“Sorry for saying you might be an alien from Mars” Parker looks embarrassed, staring at the pink striped blanket beneath you to avoid your eyes. “Oh no don’t be sorry about having a vivid imagination, it makes you even more attractive” you say with a flirtatious tone. “Why don’t you sit down and join me Ranger Parker?” You grab Parker’s wrist, dragging him down to sit with you. A shock of excitement rushed through his body.

“Oh, I’m not really good at painting and I don’t want to ruin your canvas” Parker dissuades. “Who said you were doing the painting”, you say with a lustful look in your eyes. Grabbing Parker’s chin turned him to look directly into your eyes, but his eyes were getting lost on your lips. “You Parker, are going to be my canvas”.

Parker was panting heavily underneath you, small whimpers spewing from his mouth. His button-up shirt was gone, chest covered with powder blue paint shaped into your handprints. You were kissing him hard. Harder than he could ever imagine. Your hands are traveling down his shoulders to his nipples— giving them a little twist. More of Parker’s whimpers are flooding into your mouth.

The lascivious caresses were turning his body to jelly. His hands roam down under your dress, feather-light touches the inside of your thighs. Parker removes his lips from yours begging to touch more of you. Without hesitation you pull your sundress off, blue handprints staining it. Your hands go to your back and unhook your lacy eggshell bra. Pulling Parker’s hair you pull him up to your chest, licking and biting your tits with a satisfied moan. Whimpers falling from your lips and your nails scraping the back of his head make Parker suck on them harder.

You grind your covered pussy down on his clothed cock. His dick was hard and felt huge, you wondered could he fit inside me. Before you could even imagine it Parker’s hands smack down onto the flesh of your ass gripping them. Your right hand slides down his arm to his left wrist. You direct his hand to his boxers. Getting the hint Parker slides his boxers down till he’s able to free himself.

A loud sound of fabric ripping roars into Parker’s ears, causing him to stop in his tracks. “What was that- he couldn’t finish his words. You had stuffed your pretty panties in his mouth. He could taste your sweet slick, his moans rumble in his chest just from tasting you. Parker grabs his cock and directs it towards your hole. You lift yourself and without hesitation slide his dick into your tight pussy. His dick stretches you so well that you might just cum right then and there.

AN: second time writing fanfiction, please don't judge. I haven't seen a lot of of Dexmatt fics so I decided to do it.

Warnings: stalkerMatt, someone being stabbed mentioned, murder

Matt and Dex can't seem to share…

It wasn’t your intention to be in a love triangle with Daredevil and Bullseye. Hell you were trying to do your job…. or your so-called “hobby”. Now living in Hell’s Kitchen was definitely not the best idea, you will admit that. But you certainly weren’t going to let awful people get in the way of your life. Moving to New York was to be exciting, not deciding which guy you liked best.

You had just gotten back to your apartment an hour ago. The smell of vanilla flooding your living room made you feel at ease. Muscles relax, and the soft hum of “Crown Royal” vibrates in your throat. The soft mews from your cat open your eyes. His amber eyes burning through your skin is what first meets you. Pulling up your hand to scratch behind his ear whispering what such a handsome boy and you know I love you. Although you really wanted to stay spread-eagled on your couch with your cat cuddling in your arms. The sound of screams erupted in the silence. Locking eyes with your cat, “Sorry pretty boy duty calls”, you say.

Gazing down at the dark alley to the left of you, you see a man and a woman arguing over each other. The woman is pushed against the wall by the man screaming leave me alone. Before it could get any worse you jumped aiming for the balcony a floor above them, grabbing onto the rails and letting go. Your legs landed on the man’s shoulders putting him in a tight headlock before he could scream anything else. “OH SHIT!!”, the woman screams, running away disappearing from your view. The man claws onto the flesh of your thighs hoping it will stop you. But that only makes you squeeze harder. A sudden pain shocks in your right thigh causing you to release him from your hold. Did he just bite me, you thought. You both landed on the ground with a thud. Keeping your composure you turned around facing—- wait where did he go? You looked down seeing the man lying on the cold ground with a dagger going through his skull. “So are you going to thank me for saving you from being eaten or do you want me to finish his job for you”, Bullseye says emerging from the darkness. “Didn’t know Bullseye has a biting kink”, you teased back.

You had run into Bullseye multiple times before. Sometimes you save him or vice versa. Yet it always ends with you two flirting with each other and Daredevil questioning what you two are. The answer was always nothing.

You bend down pulling the dagger out of the man’s skull. Strutting over to Bullseye handing it over with a smirk. “Were you following me?”, you questioned. “You wish, I was assigned to kill him. Just happened to run into you. Ha, maybe the universe is trying to tell us something.”, he says leaning into you. Dex was breathing in the scent of you. His pants are getting tighter by the second from just being near you. “You might want to give her space Bullseye. Don’t want you stabbing her next”, Daredevil says with a hint of irritation in his voice. “Fuck”, you shrieked not knowing he was behind you. “Don’t do that Double D’s, I told you not to sneak up on me anymore”. The nickname you gave him rolled off your tongue.

You and Matt were close, every few weeks he would come over to your apartment begging for help. Yes, I said begging. It was something you made him do. Because how else can you tell him “I want to see you on your knees begging for me” without sounding like a pervert.

“Please stop calling me that”, Matt says before grabbing Dex by his collar and slamming him into the brick wall. Dex makes a loud groan and arches his back off the wall. Hoping to relieve the stinging pain. “MA— DAREDEVIL STOP. He saved me please let him go”, you try to pull Matt off of him but he’s so much stronger than you. Your pleas and cries hit Matt’s heart hard. You’re already getting too close to Dex. He lets him go and grabs you by your arm. Ushering you to leave with him. And you do, looking back at Bullseye with a sorry look in your eyes.