lambmurdock

i bring a sense of 'all thecharacters from daredevil are really hot and im a whore' to the conversation that MIIIIGHT be unprecedented. erm we're gonna try something new and do some color coding, so:

red dialogue will be matt, pink dialogue will be karen, green dialogue will be foggy, and blue dialogue will be reader! because happy pride month/it's easier when your polycule has more than 3 people.

intern!reader who's fresh out of college-- bright eyed, looking for more experience. and with the success of nelson, murdock & page as of late, a new intern is more than wanted, it's required. the job doesn't pay well, and you're often working later than you want to, but it's not all bad.

intern!reader who immediately becomes the 'little duck' of the office. foggy buys you lunch every friday, food is his love language (his mom wanted him to be a butcher, you know), so it always bothers him to see you neglect your nutrition for your job. matt is always noticing how tired you are, how your body tenses and your movements slow after a long week-- even how your breathing shifts, oh so subtly, when you're exhausted. he's often the one to tell you to pack it in, to go get some rest. karen is your caffeine dealer; the two of you share custody of the coffee machine.

intern!reader who's friends are always wondering why they stay at this dinky little law firm, because the pay isn't that good, but you shyly tell them that you really like the work, and that you really like the people you work with.

intern!reader who has a huge crush on all three of their bosses. oops. they get along really well, and they never exclude you, so why bother leaving, why bother finding another job with the same pay and hours (based on your experience and cost of rent) with people you don't like, when you could just work for your three favorite lawyers?

intern!reader who feels so incredibly guilty for having those crushes. it brings many many fantasies into your brain--

intern!reader who has fantasies of playing with matt's tie, often one that invades your brain as you poke ad prod at your lunch. what would it feel like against your skin, wrapped around your fingers, or even your eyes?

intern!reader who has fantasies of having their back pressed against foggy's chest as his mouth explores your neck, his hands exploring your skin.

intern!reader who has fantasies of spending hours and hours between karen's legs, tasting her.

intern!reader who blushes anytime any of them compliment her. even if it's innocent, like-- "i love the way you did your hair today, it makes you look so mature." or "whatever you sprayed this morning smells wonderful. is that honeysuckle?" and even worse when it's not innocent-- "can i say something without you making it weird? those pants make your ass look great."

intern!reader who kisses foggy first-- they invite you out to josie's after a long week, and spend all night feeding you drinks, college stories, and bar popcorn while flirting with you-- until you decide you've had enough for the night. they literally draw straws to see see which one of them gets to take you home. foggy wins, and when you get back to your apartment, you can't help but press your lips to his. he pulls back after a second to tell you, "i can't, not tonight while you're drunk. i want to, but.. it wouldn't be right. soon, though. no, c'mon, don't whine-- let's get you to bed, baby."

intern!reader who's vaguely inexperienced as far as sex goes, but who quickly learns. one day, you spend the entire day getting fucked-- matt takes you for an hour to hold his cock in your mouth under his desk, then foggy eats you out in his office, and then, karen fingers you while pretending not to pay attention to the way you squirm. rinse and repeat all dya.

intern!reader who's kind of a crybaby. you cry at sad movies, at bugs who get squashed, and when your favorite mexican food place is out of spicy queso (and matt who goes an extra twenty minutes out of his way to get you some from their other location). karen's the meanest about it, she'll call your tears immediately and tell you to stop crying, that she's "so good to you, and this is how you say thank you? by wobbling your lip and batting those pretty eyelashes at me? i'll give you something to cry about, pup."

intern!reader who quickly realizes that foggy is the soft one. he's the one who breaks easiest when you beg, when you act like a brat, when you cry-- oh, foggy folds in seconds if he sees your glassy eyes-- "c'mon, bub, don't cry, what can i do? what can i do to make my special baby feel better?"

intern!reader who figures that matt isn't quite normal-- he knows things no blind man would be able to know, and is a ridiculously good fuck because of it. he knows when you're about to cum every single time, and he has the most condescending voice when he says, "oh, are you gonna cum, sweetheart? your heartbeat is out of control, i think you should take a minute, i'll just have to pull out to let you calm down-- shh, shh, sweet thing, your job is to take what i give you, not to argue. you're too stupid to do that anyways, aren't you?"

intern!reader who gets stuck in the middle of a hickey war. seriously. it starts when matt leaves a big old love bite right above your chest but below your collarbone, a deep shade of maroon. when karen sees it, she begins to leave hickeys across your neck and shoulders. foggy, never wanting to be left out, marks up your thighs. this goes on for weeks.

intern!reader who's eager to explore and eager to figure out what they do and do not like, and nelson, murdock & page are happy to help! they try any kinks you're curious about, at least once, you just have to ask. and they're kind too-when you tell matt and foggy you want to try to take both of them at the same time, one in front and one behind, they're a little more than ecstatic; but it quickly becomes too much for you to handle, so you squeak out your safe word. immediately they stop, beginning to help you calm back down, relaxing from the intensity of the moment that preceded it, and as they do, they comfort you, kissing every inch of your skin, "that's okay, sweetheart. you did such a good job for us tonight. you don't have to do anything that you don't like, we just want you to feel good. and we're proud of you for communicating." "he's right, bub. we can always try again when you feel ready. can we get you anything? a snack, water, or i can make matt eat you out. or suck me off. whatever you want." "don't push it, fog." "please, we all know how much you love the taste of me." (and it makes you giggle because you know he isn't really kidding.)

intern!reader who does try again two weeks later. you end up a babbling, fucked out mess, and mr nelson & mr murdock take very good care of you-- only to get quite the lecture from miss page when she sees the state of you, so she takes a nice, long bath with you (and you wind up begging for her fingers.)

intern!reader who's happy to meet any of their other friends, too. the dynamics of your relationship are pretty open and fluid and there's always communication and explicit consent, but you quite like their friends. karen loves to watch you and frank go at it, because he is so much bigger than you. matt and elektra love to take joy rides with you in her expensive sports car, before taking turns eating you out in the back seat. one time, dressed as daredevil, matt drags a bleeding, snarling dex into your apartment and tells you, "i want you to ride him until he's crying. you can do it, sweetheart, i know you can. now strip."

intern!reader who's happier than ever with these three, who's terrified of their growing feelings; it makes you scared to the point where you can't breathe because surely they just want to be fuck buddies-- but after a long, drawn out, teary confession, foggy wipes your tears as the three of them explain that they feel it too, that this is what they want-- they want you. you're perfect, they argue, why wouldn't they want to be with you for as long as you'd like?

tw: karen page x reader, karen page smut, power dynamics, hints of polyamory (nelson murdock and page wants you bro), you're their intern/shared sub (well, you will be), heel riding/grinding (?), stockings, dom!karen, nicknames (miss page/ma'am/honey/mutt/pup), leg humping, just. pure filth. just like. yeah. nasty stuff. oops!

by the time you get to the office, you're on your third cup of coffee. you find one just the way you like it as you get there, and you immediately know who it's from, because it's accompanied by a stack of documents.

karen has gotten into this habit, as of late. she bribes you to do your job with coffee, and she expects you to take care of the paperwork by lunchtime. you huff as you sit down at your desk, taking a long sip of coffee before starting on the stack of papers.

you gruel over them meticulously, because karen is a very precise and detail oriented person. you shudder to think of what she'd do to you if you got something wrong, and then you shudder because that invites a lot of nasty thoughts into your brain.

you can't help it. there's a reason you're okay with this stupid internship-- sure, it'll be helpful longterm to have experience especially in a successful law firm like this, but you're also here because your boss is hot.

well, all three of your bosses are hot--

mr. nelson is hot in a way that you didn't expect-- a true 'foggy' teddy bear, bringing you a sandwich from his favorite italian place every friday, flirtatiously asking you if you have any plans for the weekend, and always smiling at you. he notices things about you. when you took a sick day two weeks ago, he watered your desk plant because you always water them on mondays.

mr. murdock is-- well, for a man with no sight, he's very easy on the eyes. he's a flirt if there ever was one, and you always play innocent. what are you supposed to do? flirt back? with that stubble? with those arms?

but karen page is different. from the first day you met her, you knew you would've went out with her if she wasn't your boss. she was sweet, attentive and willing to teach you, mold you from the ground up as the perfect assistant. she was strict when she had to be, and kind when she could be. you've always gotten easily flustered around her, but a line was crossed last saturday when you, in a moment of frustration, took out your vibrator and tried to think of anything that would get you off. your mind wandered to the tall, slim legs of the beautiful blonde who tortured you, monday to friday, 9-5.

it was the best orgasm you had in months.

so by the time noon rolls around, when matt and foggy go to grab lunch at the sushi place down the street, of course asking if you want anything, you find yourself done with the stack of papers you've been tasked with. you sit up straight and stretch, popping your back and neck before you do one last double take of your work. just to make sure everything is absolutely perfect.

you hate yourself for being this pathetic. she doesn't have any interest in you, and yet, you seek her approval.

you take the stack of papers and go towards karen's door. before you knock, you inhale deeply, and then-- tap, tap, tap!

karen answers prompty-- of course--

"come in!"

you open the door and smile at her.

"hey, just dropping these off." you hum, walking towards her to hand her the papers.

"oh, perfect. you're the best." she beams, and you can't help the way your heart skips a beat at the praise.

"yeah, no problem. do you need anything else?" you wonder, mostly rhetorically. those papers took you all morning, you want a break.

"take a seat while i look these over." she offers, "take a break."

you blink.

"oh, i was just gonna--"

"sit." she interrupts, and you find yourself sitting. then, without another word, karen begins to turn through the papers, checking your work. it takes her a few minutes-- it was a pretty thick stack. and you just sit there, watching. and you're not really sure why you're sitting there so obediently-- well, you know why, but it's embarrassing and you do not want to admit it.

you begin to pick at your nails, trying to distract yourself from your currently racing thoughts.

finally, karen ends your suffering,

"okay," she says, looking back up to you. "everything looks really good here. you did really well. good job." you blush at the praise.

"thank you." you smile, and she nods.

"in fact, you've aced every single stack of papers i've given you so far this week." she hums, and you're sort of surprised she's noticed that. "you've really improved since you started with us. so, i think you deserve a reward."

you actually laugh at that.

then, you notice that karen isn't laughing. and since you're a pervert who's mind is in the gutter, your brain immediately jumps to the most sexual assumption, before remembering that karen is your boss, and she didn't mean it like that.

"a reward?" you wonder, and she nods.

"yeah, you're a hardworking kid, and we definitely don't pay you enough, so, why not?"

"w..what do you mean reward..?" you ask hesitantly, and karen shrugs.

"lunch? a day off?" she shrugs. "what kind of thing do you think you need?" she wonders, and you say it instinctually, like you can't hide anything from her--

"a good orgasm would be great." and then, simultaneously, you slam your hands over your mouth while karen laughs.

"well, usually i like to take someone out to dinner first, but i think i can make an exception." and you laugh, because surely she's joking, but then you watch as karen reaches for a claw clip that rests on her desk, before putting her hair up.

"are you.. are you being serious?" you wonder, and karen nods.

"if you want me to make you cum, i will. i know i'm your boss, but you're also.." you barely catch it, but you notice karen's eyes flickering up and down, checking you out. "someone i wouldn't think twice about approaching if we were anywhere else." your face is beet red.

"oh."

"yeah. oh." she hums, organizing the papers on her desk and sorting them off to the side. "now are you just going to sit there looking pretty or are you going to come over here?"

one last out. you know she's offering you one last chance to get out, to never mention again the conversation you just had-- to find a dunkin' donuts gift card on your desk on monday and another stack of papers.

you stand up. both of you hold your breath.

and then you step towards her, towards her desk, and towards every fantasy you've had of her. she remains seated, and you stand besides her, leaning against her desk. neither of you say anything for a moment.

"c'mere," karen says softly, as she takes your hand in hers, and pulls you towards her so you're standing between her knees, at the base of her pencil skirt. then, she takes you by the collar and pulls you close-- your lips meet hers, and she tastes like honey, chamomile and something minty. you hum softly, immediately melting into the kiss.

and then, the kiss devolves as karen's hand comes up to your face, gently squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth, before slipping her tongue inside of your mouth. it's not romantic, it's almost predatory, and you can feel the dampness between your legs already. karen's tongue explores your mouth, running over your teeth, your gums, your tongue.

your saliva mixes with hers, and you let out a whine into her mouth. she pulls away, and you whine again.

"sh, sh, what's the matter, pretty?" she coos, "you want to cum?" she wonders, and you nod,

"yes, please."

"so polite," she hums, her thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. "you'll cum however i want you to, right?"

"mhm," and as soon as you nod, karen is pulling you in for another kiss. then, she pulls away just before you can feel satisfied to say,

"good. get on your knees."

"what?"

"shh, be good and get on your knees."

"karen, i--" you're cut off with a wince when her free hand comes up to your hair, and she pulls on it, which hurts but also definitely turns you on.

"get on your knees." she repeats one more time, more firmly now. and you want to be good, so you get on your knees, her hand still gripping your hair. she looks wonderful from this angle. "now, here's how this is going to work," she starts calmly, but there's an edge to her voice. "you're going to cum, but you're going to do it by grinding against my shoe. you're going to take as long as you need, but you're going to be quiet and polite about it. and if you do need my attention, you'll address me by 'miss page', or 'ma'am. do you understand?" she hums.

your face is red with some kind of combination of lust and embarrassment.

"but i--"

"ah, ah," she starts, "i don't think you need to say anything except yes ma'am or no ma'am."

you want to whine or argue but you suspect that won't end well for you.

"yes ma'am." you squeak out, and karen hums softly,

"good pup." she hums, petting your hair. the praise goes right to your core, and you pull yourself onto her leg so that your cunt is against the top of her foot, your hands wrapping around her leg, hugging it close. you must really look like a dog because karen coos at you as she rubs your head. "go ahead, baby, take what you need, rutt against my heel." her high heel moves to press agains your cunt and you whimper, taking it as a sign to start rolling your hips against her leg.

it feels incredible.

you moan softly as you inhale her scent, pressing sloppy kisses to her calf as your eyes flicker up to meet hers. she smiles affectionately down at you as her fingers run through your hair, affectionately scratching your scalp.

you might just stay here forever, you don't think it would be so bad. karen barely pays attention to you as you rutt against her leg, rustling your clothes, hair far from neat.

"you're doing so good for me, honey," she coos, "doesn't it feel good to rub your clit against my heel?" you only let out a moan in response, but she pulls your hair again, "i asked you a question, mutt." she hums,

"yes! yes, miss page, i love it," you whine, your pace going from quick to desperate.

"you better ask permission before you cum." she tells you. although she doesn't say it, you suspect things will end rather poorly for you if you don't. as your orgasm builds, as you feel yourself edging closer to release, you never want this moment to end.

"i need--" you cut yourself off with a mangled moan, "please, can i cum, ma'am?"" you beg, your pace increasing against her leg.

"aw, poor thing, you're probably so close." she coos, "yeah, baby, go ahead, you can let go."

as soon as the words leave her lips, your hips roll until the coil you feel in your stomach snap, and you cum against her high heel while moaning against her thigh.

your rutting slowly comes to a stop, until you're eventually ready to climb off her. when you do, karen snaps at you to get your attention.

"clean up your mess, puppy." she points to the stain you've left on her leg, so you lean down, beginning to lick clean her high heel and stockings. your brain is fuzzy enough that you don't quite consider how easily you followed her order. but when you're done, she pulls you back up by your hair to pull you close. you let out a whine, but she meets your whine with a hush.

"you did very good for me, honey," she purrs, before pulling you in for a long kiss, taking the first opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue again.

then, there's a knock on the door. you jump off of her lap as you try and straighten out your clothes, fix your hair, because when the door opens, there stands your other two bosses, matt and foggy, who hold a takeout bag from the sushi restaurant they had just come from.

but the room smells like sex, desperation, and now, sushi and embarrassment,

"seriously?" foggy asks, and you go to apologize, defend yourself from what they have caught you doing, but foggy is looking right past you, right at karen, "you couldn't have waited for us to start breaking them in? we brought you two lunch and you have all the fun without us."

karen shrugs, a smug smile on her face as her hand comes over to rub your thigh.

"sorry, boys. you snooze, you loose." she hums, admiring your flushed features. "besides, there's going to be plenty of times to make them cum, isn't that right, pup?" karen presses a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

you let out a whine and bury your face in karen's neck, and you hear matt's smooth voice from behind you, warm, large hands resting against your sides.

"from the way their heart is beating, i'd say that's an accurate observation, miss page."