matt who notices you working diligently on your paper for a few hours without breaks, your shoulders and jaw tense, your posture rigid, just trying to find the last few words to get to that page count.
he goes right up to you and kisses your cheek. then, the other. then, your nose, your head, your jaw, your nose, your eyebrow, a scar you got so many years ago you can’t even remember what it’s from, your eyelashes, the space between your eyes, your chin, and then your lips— all in rapid succession. it definitely catches your attention, and you turn to him, face flush with embarrassment and affection.
“what was that for?” you mumble out, and he smiles.
“i just missed you. are you done with your paper?”
“almost,” you offer, “i just gotta edit and do my citations.”
“you sure about that?”
“matt, i’m sure it’s my—“
you look up from your screen as matt stands, and begins unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, while offering you his hand with the other.
you bite your lip, before closing your laptop, and taking his hand, beginning to help him with his buttons as he walks you back towards his bedroom.
“i mean, that can wait until later,” you offer, “it’s not due until the end of the weekend anyways.” you shrug, desperate for closeness to him now.
he grins as he pulls off his glasses and tosses them aside before pushing you onto the bed, hard enough to grab your attention but not enough to hurt you.
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Hey there. Been awhile. Hope you all are doing well!
This update is a little difficult for me to post, but I think overall it will be best for me. Details regarding this decision are down there below the cut, but TLDR:
This blog has been wiped of One Piece content. All of my works are saved over on AO3 if there is anything that you've enjoyed from me that you want to still have access to.
This blog will be rebranded to contain my multi-fandom writings and will no longer contain anything One Piece related. If you have no interest in writing from me that does not contain One Piece content, please unfollow.
I have not been interested in One Piece, or the greater One Piece fandom, for a few years now. There have been moments when I've thought about coming back and reviving this blog and continuing to write requests for everyone, but after so long, I believe it would be impossible to pick back up where things left off in a way that would be fulfilling or fun for me. So much has changed, both in me as a person and in the community as a whole from what I was familiar with back then.
That being said, I will likely be wiping this blog very soon. At the moment, having two blogs is just a bit overwhelming to me when only one of them is receiving active content. I have never been good with having two different projects going at once without me not getting stressed out about having too much on my plate. Despite my inactivity here, it still feels like there is something unfinished and left hanging, and it nags at me all the time. I'm not sure how else to explain it.
I had a lot of fun with this blog, back when it was still growing and had a lot of interaction. It's the thing that gave me the experience and the confidence to put more of myself out there when I was really shy and uncertain about my skill as a writer. The people I've met here have made for some of my closest friends over the years, whether we still are in contact or not, and I'm very glad to have met you all through this platform.
But I've grown up a little, and my priorities and interests have changed as all things do, eventually. I believe it's time for me to let go of something that seems to be mentally weighing me down.
I cannot outright delete this blog without losing my secondary where my current projects were being posted. If this were possible, that would be my course of action. But because of this, I've decided to instead retain this primary blog, but completely wipe it of all One Piece content that has been posted and focus instead on my multi-fandom works.
I know this may be a disappointing decision from me to some of you, and I'm proud of most of what I've created here. But it's time I focus instead on something that make me most happy, and short of deleting everything and starting all from scratch (which I really really don't want to do) this is the best course of action for me.
NSFW
a/n: this is kindaaa a full version of the blurb i posted a couple of days ago because i've been in a mood so uhm. just a lot of horny stuff. the reader is very touch starved and also uses hearing aids. so! have fun with this :)) uhm this got super self indulgent at the end but i think it's pretty good-- not to toot my own horn or anything but uhmmmm enjoy!!
warnings: dom/sub dynamics, nicknames, Matt flipflopping between being a soft dom and a hard dom bc i couldnt make up my mind, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, uhhh dirty talk, cursing, reader is suuuuper touch starved
wordcount: 4.3k
You have brunch plans for tomorrow morning.
You, Matt, Karen, Foggy and Marci—Nothing but mimosas and French toast.
If you can make it through the night, of course.
Okay, fine, it’s not that dramatic. But sometimes, you think you might die—Right then and there, cause of death? Matt Murdock.
You had planned to stay the night, bringing an overnight bag with you to work. And at around 1 a.m., after a homecooked meal, a movie and sitting curled against his side, the two of you realized you should probably get some sleep.
You brush your teeth in his bathroom, take your medication in his kitchen, and then you go to get changed. You dig through your bag, trying to find your pajamas—Your shorts are here, but not the tee shirt you were planning to wear.
Not in any of the little pockets of your overnight bag.
You twist the shorts in your hands awkwardly, watching as Matt pulls out sweatpants from his drawer to wear.
“Matthew?” You say softly, tilting your head.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He wonders, tilting his head back to you.
“Could.. I borrow a tee shirt? I guess I forgot mine.” You see a smile form on his face.
He shuffles through his drawers, fingers running over tags. Then, he turns back to you, and hands you a black tee shirt. You look at it for a second, reading the text on the front of the shirt. Then you grin.
“My Chemical Romance?” You read. Matt’s face flushes a bit.
“I had.. a bit of an emo phase in High School, okay?”
“That’s all I get? You’re gonna drop that on me and not give me anymore details?” You wonder.
“Let’s just say for a blind man, I am.. very good at doing eyeliner.”
You giggle.
“You’re probably better than I am.” You’re not big on makeup.
“Just go get changed.” He tells you, turning back to his drawer.
You oblige, heading into his bathroom to change. When you slip the tee shirt over your head, you pick the fabric up and put it up to your nose, inhaling his scent. You can’t help yourself. He’s got this very subtle vanilla smell to him. Then, you make your way back to his bedroom, tossing your clothes over your duffle bag.
You stand by the doorway, sort of.. taken back by the look of him. He’s sprawled out in his bed, just in a pair of fuzzy socks and sweatpants. Your face flushes. You’re about to sleep in a boy’s bed—With him in it!
You shake your head, chasing the silly thought out of it.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?” He doesn’t even have his glasses on. When you realize this, your heartbeat picks up. You’ve only been going out for about two weeks, just enough for you to become curious about his eyes.
“This is weird..” You mumble, and his head tilts curiously.
“What do you mean?”
A smile breaks out on your face.
“I don’t know,” You confess, “It’s just.. I can barely handle it when you kiss me in front of our friends, I’m overwhelmed at the idea of like.. cuddling all night.”
“Well, this isn’t in front of our friends.” He reminds. He pats the bed next to him. “Come sit,” He offers. He stays still, as if he’s scared you’ll run off like a skittish animal.
You move to sit on the bed, an inch or two away from each other. Matt’s hand finds yours. You lean your head against his shoulder. Then, you remember something, tilting your head to face him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.
“Matt, I won’t be able to hear your alarm clock go off,” You remind. Your hearing aids will be out while you sleep, and you’re not likely to hear his alarm clock. “We’ll be late and—”
Matt kisses your forehead.
“I’ll wake you up,” he says.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You smile and press a soft kiss onto his lips. He stops, basking in the initiated affection.
You take out your hearing aids, and then melt into the bed, waiting for Matt to wrap his arms around you. He does, his arms snaking around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your next. Then, he says, right into your good ear so you could hear him,
“This okay?”
You smile.
“Yeah.” You promise, your hand wrapping around his arm, squeezing it tightly. You’re kept warm all night. There’s this moment at around three a.m., and your eyes flutter open as you wake up.. rather randomly.
You take a minute to admire Matt’s sleeping figure in the dark. His face is.. peaceful. Your lips twitch up. Then, you lean in and press a soft kiss on his jaw. You’re not used to physical affection.. But you’re doing your best to change that.
-
In the morning, Matt keeps his promise.
He removes his hand from your skin to turn off the alarm clock blaring,
’10:00 a.m.’
His hand runs over your back, since you’re now laying on your stomach, hugging Matt and a pillow. You breath deep, and for a moment, Matt tries to imagine what you’re dreaming about.
Your family?
Your job?
Him?
But, he knows you have to get up soon, so he begins to kiss you—
He starts at your cheek, before moving to your neck, and then, when he reaches your clothed shoulder, he moves your sleeve up your arm, beginning to kiss your arm, as his fingers tease the hem of your shirt, unsure if you’d kill him if that’s how you wake up, when your eyes flutter open.
“Good morning,” he smiles. He talks at just the right level so you can understand him.
“What’re you doing, Matthew?”
“Just waking you up,” He leans down and kisses your arm again. A shiver runs through your body.
“Okay, I’m awake now.” You grin.
“Okay, great,” You lean over and grab your hearing aids, putting them on. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight,” he requests, “My treat.”
“Like.. a fancy dinner or just something casual?”
“Fancy.” He confirms. “Fancy clothes and everything.”
Your heartbeat quickens.
“Kay.”
Matt leans forward and kisses your cheek.
He almost moves to get up, but he stops to ask,
“What were you dreaming about?”
You smile a bit.
“The Taj Mahal.” He laughs.
“The Taj Mahal?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so..”
“Weird? Annoying? Nerdy?”
“Fascinating.”
He takes note at the way your heart races when he says that.
-
After brunch that morning, you and Matt split up to go get ready for your date, and you’re mostly successful.
But, you struggle with your eyeliner.. And then you remember something Matt told you last night. So you wait for Matt to get to your apartment. When he does, he comes with flowers. You smile as he kisses you hello, and you take the flowers.
You come back to him as you’re slipping on your shoes.
“I have a favor to ask,”
“Anything,” He smiles.
“Do my eyeliner?” You offer him your eyeliner pen, and he smiles.
“Sit on the couch,” he gestures, taking the pen from you. You sit on the couch, and Matt kneels down a bit, leaning in to feel around your face, getting a good feel of where your features are. Then, he grips the pencil in his hand and uses those handy heightened senses to delicately do your eyeliner.
He smiles when he finishes.
“Okay, all done. Do mine?” He asks, and you smile.
“Sure, how do you want to—” and before you can finish, Matt has moved quickly to sit on the chair before pulling you onto his lap. You let out a squeak, your face red. He grins.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He feigns innocence.
“You’re such a pain.” You huff, and he just smiles, leaning into kiss your cheek. You blush, avoiding looking at him now.
“C’mon, just do my eyeliner for me,” he requests, and you let out a huff as you gently tilt his head up towards you.
“You know you need to take your glasses off, right?”
“I know,” he smiles, and his hand is removed briefly from your waist to take off his glasses. Then, slowly and methodically, you begin applying the eyeliner, trying to ignore how nervous this whole thing is making you.
“Your heart’s beating pretty fast,” He smirks. You bite back a sarcastic comment, and his hand begins to rub up and down your side. You pause your application of the eyeliner to squirm a bit in his lap. “What’s the matter, baby?” he coos.
“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You mumble, your grip on his chin tightening as you finish applying his eyeliner. He smiles and slips his glasses back on, as you climb off his lap. “C’mon, I’m starving—”
“Me too,” he says before grabbing your arm, and pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. His tongue brushes against your lip before slipping inside your mouth. After the initial urge to run away dissipates, you lean into the kiss, only for Matthew to pull away. “Alright, let’s head out.”
You try to find words, but you’re breathless from that kiss. Instead, you betray yourself. You let out this needy little whine, and Matt just smirks.
“What? If you’re whining over one kiss, I can’t imagine how you’ll be later.”
You tilt your head, cautiously. Matt wants to tell you how dog like that is, how it’s easily one of his favorite things about you.
“What do you mean, later?”
He kisses your head, and opens the door to your apartment, gesturing for you to walk out.
“Use that pretty head of yours. What do you think I mean?”
Your face flushes as you take a few steps out of the apartment.
“I don’t know.”
He closes the door behind him, and then his arm takes yours.
“Guess.”
-
To you, Dinner feels like it takes a million damn years.
You suspect that’s partially because of the way Matthew insatiably teases you.
His hand stays on your thigh throughout all of dinner.
When he wants you to try something, he gathers the food on a fork and glances to you.
“Open,” he says, and when he puts the fork in your mouth, you bite the food off the fork. “Good pup,” He hums, and of course, you blush.
He licks his lips like he’s quietly begging for a taste, and at some point during the dinner, he leans over the table and asks you quietly,
“Do you think I can’t smell how wet you are, kid?”
So by the time you two get home, it’s all you can do not to get on your hands and knees and beg him for something more than just a couple of teasing words. Maybe that’s what he wants. You’re not sure—Your brain is fuzzy.
You step into Matt’s apartment and toss the jacket that he wrapped around your shoulders onto the couch as he steps in, putting his cane and glasses down first.
“Can I ask you a question?” You finally blurt out.
He smiles, sensing your anticipation.
“Sure.”
“Are we.. are we gonna sleep together tonight?” You can’t help but ask. Matt chuckles gently.
“Do you want to sleep together?”
“Yes, please,” you finally answer.
“Go sit on the couch.” He orders softly, and he hears no objections as you take off your heels before sitting on the couch. He breathes deep and cracks the bones in his neck. He knows you have no idea what you’re in for.
He runs a hand over his jaw, trying to decide how he’ll start. He knows no matter how he does it, he’ll absolutely torture you, poor thing. So, he starts with sitting down next to you, placing his hand on your thigh.
He smirks as you squirm.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He coos softly.
“Oh, you know damn well what’s—”
Matt moves his hand from your thigh to grip your chin.
“Shh..” He starts, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to knock off the attitude,” He demands gently.
“Can’t help it—”
“You haven’t even tried.” He scoffs. “Come on, just be good for me and I’ll make all the thoughts disappear from your pretty little head.” His grip on your chin tightens, and he leans forward to brush his lips against yours. “Answer me.”
“Okay,” You breath out, “Okay, sure, I’ll be good,” You promise, and Matt kisses you in approval. But he doesn’t pull away after a moment. Instead, his hands move to cup your cheeks. He deepens the kiss and doesn’t stop you as you reposition yourself, now sitting on his lap.
His hand trails down, beginning to massage your thighs as you kiss him. He can smell how wet you are, hear how fast your heart is beating.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips again, so that he can explore your mouth. He studies it like its his damn job, and he relishes in the tiny gasps and moans that he’s able to draw out of you.
You begin rocking your hips against him, and his hands move to your hips, holding you in place. He pulls away from the kiss, and is met with your whining.
“What’d I tell you about the attitude?” He wonders, and you bite your lip, just desperate for him to continue. One hand releases your hip and reaches up to tug your hair. You let out a whimper. “Answer me.” His voice is steady, but deep—He knows exactly the effect he has over you.
“To stop it,” You answer, and he clicks his tongue. You try not to react, but Matt smirks at your attempt at self-control.
“Poor thing,” He coos, “You just need someone to take care of you, huh? Order you around, fuck you dumb..” He hums. When you squirm a bit in his lap, Matt decides to kiss you again, wanting you as brainless as he can get you.
He slowly pulls away, and he takes a second to stop, to catch his breath. He knows you need the second too, so he just inhales as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat, anxiously awaiting his next move.
“If you want to stop, you just say ‘Lava’. Got it?”
“Lava, got it.” You know he’s looking for verbal affirmation, that you understand what’s about to happen might get.. less than vanilla. He nods, and places an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your lips.
“Take your dress off,” He commands softly, “And then get on your knees for me.”
For a moment, you contemplate being bratty. You contemplate not following his order. But, you decide against it. You stand and slip out of your dress, left in just your jewelry, underwear and pretty makeup.
You kneel between his legs and watch as his lips form this smile that makes your stomach churn.
“Good dog,” and he chuckles when you lean your head against his thigh. “Poor thing,” He repeats his early sentiment, before he stands up. He takes a step towards his bedroom, and then, his hand comes down to pet your hair—
Before he grips it, starting to pull you by your hair all the way to his bedroom, listening as you whimper, trying to keep up with him. When he releases your hair, you pant softly from the pain as you sit next to his bed, watching as Matt unties his tie, wrapping it around his hand like you would a bandage.
“Sorry, honey,” he coos, suddenly soft, “That was mean, wasn’t it?” He wonders, and you pause, not sure if he wants you to actually answer. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Go ahead, you can answer.”
“Yeah, it was,” You finally answer, “The fuck did you do that for?” Matt lets out this dry chuckle.
“There’s that attitude again,” He hums. He leans down and effortlessly scoops you up with his arms and puts you on his bed, “Yeah. I was mean.” He nods, “Let me make it up to you?” He’s not really asking for your permission, and he proves that by grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to stop being mean to me?” You wonder, and he can’t help the smile that forms on his face.
“Oh, sweetheart,” He moves to lean closer to you, before unwrapping the tie from his hand and then, he ties it around your head, making sure to lay it right over your eyes. “I never promised that. I just promised I’d make it up to you. Ask how I’ll do that.”
You inhale and exhale, a little thrown out of the moment.
“How?” You ask, desperately in love with him either way.
“I’m gonna ruin that pretty eyeliner,” He kneels between your legs.
“How are you—” You gasp when he pulls down your underwear quickly, slipping it down to your ankles, and then throwing them to the side.
“You’re a smart kid, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” He says, before leaning in to lick a stripe across your cunt. Then, he starts to lick and suck on your folds, devouring you. You moan loudly, hands finding his hair as you try to get used to the feeling.
And after a couple of moments of eating you out, You do get used to it, and you absolutely melt into the bed, suddenly forgiving him for all his mean moments earlier. You’d forgive anything he did if he just stays on his knees, eating you out.
His fingers come up to your clit to gently rub circles into it, before moving his fingers to slip right between your folds, relishing in the way you whine, in the sound of your moans. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you.
He licks stripe after stripe into your cunt, his scruff scratching your thighs as he eats you out. You pull and tug at his hair.
“I’m—I’m close,” You finally manage to gasp out,
Matt just hums out an, ‘Mhm’, too busy lapping up your juices on his tongue. His nose brushes against your clit, and you’re suddenly coming undone as his licks your juices up. You ride out your high with Matt’s face between your thighs.
After a couple of minutes, he slowly comes up for air, head tilting upwards.
“Feeling okay?” his voice is soft now.
“Yeah,” You breath with a breathy sigh. “Just.. thinking.” Your hands absentmindedly comb through his hair.
“’Bout what, baby?” He asks, and leans in, pressing a kiss to your clit. When you whine, he coos mockingly, “Aw, poor thing.. Answer the question.”
“..You.” You try, and he scoffs, before biting your thigh.
“Try again, brat.”
You blush.
“It’s embarrassing!”
“I just buried my face in your pretty pussy and you’re worried about an embarrassing thought?” Matt asks, and you huff.
“Well, when you put it that way—” He bites your thigh again. “Fine! Fine,” You huff. “I’m thinking about the seven wonders of the world.”
A beat.
Matt lets out a low chuckle, and your face flushes.
“Matthew!”
“What? I can’t help it,” He giggles, and as you start to move away, but he grips your thighs and pulls you closer, “Okay, okay. What about the seven wonders of the world?”
“I’ll tell you if you take off the blindfold.”
“Oh,” He lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, poor thing, this isn’t a negotiation.”
“Seems like it is—” He scoffs at this, “It is! You’re the one on your knees, I’ve already came, seems like I have a bit of leverage here—”
Matt rolls his eyes, and stands up, his hand coming up to your head to the blindfold. He pulls it off and takes just a second to brush hair from your face. Then, he wraps the tie around your neck. He pulls a bit, just snuggly tugging and applying a bit of pressure. He towers over you now, and he pulls the tie up a bit so that you’re looking at him.
“Listen to me, you little brat,” He growls, “What did I say about the attitude?” You just let out a whimper, and he clicks his tongue again. “I bet I can fuck the attitude out of you. Or at least, I can try.” He snaps, tightening the tie around your neck.
Then, he works on his pants and tugs his dress pants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. Then, he shifts the two of you so that you’re sitting on his lap, his tip teasing your folds.
He tugs on the tie, pulling you forward so he can bite and suck on your neck, and you begin to moan, whine at the feeling of. Matt just bites down, marking you in every way he can.
“Not used to all this attention, huh?” And then, Matt says his phrase of the night, “Poor thing,” He hums. His hand comes up to uncharacteristically kindly move the hair from your ear, and then begins to kiss every inch of your skin.
You’re like puddy in his hands. Mendable, soft.
He guides his cock to your folds, and then, as he distracts you with kisses and hickeys, guides you to sink down onto his cock. When you do, you let out a breathy moan, unused to the feeling of being so full..
After giving you a minute to adjust, Matt begins to thrust into you, encourages by your moans and egging you on with whispers of encouragement,
“Taking my cock so well for me,” He praises, planting kisses down your neck, “Like you’re made for me to fuck you like this,” He gasps as he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, So good for me,” He says. It’s like he’s addicted to kissing you, to kissing your neck and shoulders and every inch of skin he can get his lips on.
He fucks you intensely, and you feel every single thrust as it echoes through your body, and the longer he goes, the more he whispers in your ear, (“Come on, pretty thing, just keep taking my cock, just like that—Oh, god—Fuck, Baby, you feel so good,”) the closer you get to your climax.
“’m gonna—”
“I know, I know,” He hums, and then he smirks as he smells salty tears in the air. Tears run down your face, and Matt knows he’s won. “Aw, baby.. Did you ruin your eyeliner?” When you don’t respond, Matt pulls your hips down, commanding you to answer.
“Yes!” You whimper, a sob escaping your lips.
“Poor thing,” he coos, and his thrusts are particularly intent as he continues, “Poor, poor baby,” He hums, kissing your shoulder before biting down on it. And without another word, you grip his arm as you clench around him, cumming around his cock. He thrusts a few more times, “Gotta pull out before—”
“No!” You whine, “Just come inside, it’s fine—”
“Are you sure, I don’t want to—”
“Matt,” you whine, beginning to roll your hips, desperate to feel him come inside you. You whimper softly, as Matt thrusts into you, finally coming inside you. He rides out his own high before his thrusts come to a slow.
“Fuck,” He gasps, sweat dripping down his neck. “You were even better than I could imagine..” he confesses.
For a moment, the pair of you just breath. His hands slowly rub up and down your sides. Thoughts seem far away.. in the best way possible.
He knows you need a bath. He knows he needs to clean you and himself up. He knows he needs to teach you to suck him off. He should ask you how that was, what he should do again, what you would’ve preferred. He has a damn list, but all he can think to ask is—
“What were you thinking about earlier?”
“What?” you ask, cock still buried deep inside you.
“After I ate you out,” He starts, “You were thinking about the seven wonders of the world. What about them?”
You study his face. There’s no mocking intent, no malice in his voice.
“I was thinking about The Gardens of Babylon. How deeply I relate to them.”
“What? How can you relate to ancient architecture?”
“Well, we don’t know if they were even real. Maybe they were, but there are theories that it was all just.. poetic. That they weren’t real, and that the story is just.. something we choose to believe.”
His face twitches in confusion, trying to process what you mean, how can you relate to ancient architecture, especially ancient architecture that you don’t even know the certainty of.
“So, which one would I be?”
He expects you to ask questions for confirmation.
Instead, you answer almost immediately.
“The Roman Colosseum.” You grin.
“The colosseum?” He questions.
“Strong. Stable. Gorgeous. Breathtaking.” You pause, a smirk on your face. Your finger comes up to his nose. You run it down the shape of his nose, “Roman.” He grins.
“So, we’re the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum?”
“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re not the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum! We’re the wonder of the world that’s built out of white marble, a wonder made because death doesn’t stop love-- We are the Taj Mahal.” You offer.
“Oh, my mistake.” He grins. “We’re the Taj Mahal.”
“See? You get it.” You smile back.
Matt thinks for a moment.
“So this morning, when I asked you what you were dreaming about this morning.. Technically, you were dreaming about us?”
You smile.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Matt just kisses you deep, pushing you back onto the bed as he begins to unbutton his shirt, tossing it off to the side.
The two of you spend your night intermittently going back and forth between passionate lovemaking—Part of Matt’s love language and talking and expressing how much you love him in an abstract way—Part of your love language.
writing a fic that’s currently at 3.1k, a dd:ba!matthew fic that’ll be posted on my main when i finish, but hey, new thought:
matt with a touch starved reader.
matt with a reader who flinches everytime he brushes his hand against theirs.
one time, he rubs their arm and listens to their heartbeat quicken, but his movement doesn’t stop.
the first time you kiss, he… well, he won’t lie, it wasn’t good. it had been a long time since you kissed someone, you’re not very good at it. he takes the time to teach you.
you blush at his constant kisses to your head, at the way he holds your hand, hell, even a long, warm hug from the man makes you deliriously happy.
the first time he kisses your neck, you almost pull away from how new the sensation is— his stubble tickling your skin. this is a common occurrence; matt will bless you with some new type of affection and you’ll move away, not because you don’t want or don’t like it, but because you are just not used to it.
the first time he kisses your neck, you move away ever so slightly and it causes matt to stop.
it wasn’t even in a sexual way, it was just to show his affection to you as you sit on the couch and type away on your laptop.
“i’m sorry,” he says, “i won’t do it again—“
“what?” you ask, confused. “why not?”
“…you flinched away.”
“well that doesn’t mean i didn’t like it.. im just… it’s been a long time since anyone’s kissed my neck.” you confess, and you say it so casually that it breaks matt’s heart.
so he makes it his mission to show you all the different ways he can shower you in affection.
one night after a long day, matt asks you to sit with him on the couch. you oblige, and at first, you just sorta.. sit next to eachother. then, matt sighs, before shifting so he’s laying back. then, he tucks his glasses to the side and looks to you.
“you’re just gonna sit there and not cuddle me?”
you glance to him, raising an eyebrow. he does look awfully pretty, all sprawled out like that.
“i wouldn’t even know where to begin.” you confess.
“just come here,” he requests softly, and, slowly, you shift so you’re much closer to matt, and before you know what’s happening, hes guiding you so that your head will be laying on his chest. you do so, but you’re still tense. he knows why, so his arms wrap around your torso. he kisses your head, and you squirm a bit. “what’s wrong?”
hesitation fills you. but matt had given no indication of having gotten sick of you yet.
“this is weird.” you finally confess. you’re so incredibly tempted to just melt into him,
“do you want to stop?”
“no.” your reaction is instant. matt doesn’t stop a smile from creeping onto his face.
“okay, great.” he hums, “just try to relax.”
he rubs your back, and he feels you flinch as he does, before relaxing into him. he gets the distinct impression that maybe there’s more to it than you just having been single for a long time, but he won’t say anything. he doesn’t want to scare you off.
another time, matt runs a hand through your hair, his fingernails scratching your scalp. you groan softly as he does this, melting into him like ice cream.
“guess it’s safe to say you like this one, huh?” he teases.
your face flushes.
“..maybe.”
and the first time you sleep together, matt’s more worried about hurting you than anything else. so he knows he has to take his time. he takes you out to dinner, you two talk all night. when you get back to his apartment, he spends hours, and i mean *hours*, just kissing you and touching you.
he needs to make sure you’re relaxed enough for him to fuck you.
he sucks on the skin of your neck, a hickey forming as he bites and sucks on your skin.
“matt—“ you whine, and he just smirks against your skin.
“sh, sh, sh,” he finally says as he pulls away. “just let me take care of you, pretty thing. i’ll make you feel so good.. teach you how to take my cock so well.. that sound good, kid?”
anyways.
touch starved reader dating matt murdock, who’s love language is touch.
general content warnings for smut, kinks, polyamory and power dynamics!
nelson, murdock & page who are in love with their (overworked, underpaid, underfucked) intern (ft. other daredevil characters as well :3)
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?
intern!reader who argues that their job ad should've said something like-- "Nelson, Murdock & Page, attorneys at law. The only job where being the office whore is a good thing." (Yeah, they do wind up punishing you for degrading yourself like that. they're the only ones who should be calling you a whore, after all.)
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professor murdock blurb for @moth-murdock and @ace-degenerate-13 :) //
18+
you're a good student.
you're better than good.
you spend long, grueling hours perfecting vocabulary, writing papers, and memorizing facts, even the ones that seemed rather unimportant.
your grades are more important than anything else. well.. almost anything.
your constitutional law professor gave you a c+ on your last paper.
your constitutional law professor's cock is buried deep within you. one hand is spread out on his desk, the other grips your hip to stabilize you. you're sat on his desk, juices leaking onto papers long forgotten. oops.
you've already came, just a minute ago-- sweat drips down your forehead as professor murdock thrusts into you at a sloppily fast pace. you can see the way his face is twisting, and you know he's close.
"fuck," he groans into the skin of your neck, "'m close-- i'm gonna cum inside of you, okay? god, i need to stuff your cunt so bad--"
you think about your c+.
your hand reaches up and grabs professor murdock's jaw, your fingers squeezing his cheeks.
"change my grade to an a, and you can." you tell him. he pauses, panting softly as he listens to your heartbeat, attempting to detect any bluff in your words. he can't find any.
"you're being a brat--"
"promise me the a or pull out." you demand, and he laughs a little.
"that's called extortion, you know that? you really care more about your grades than me filling your pretty pussy?" he wonders, and you shrug.
"seems that way, doesn't it, professor?"
matt knows the skip of your heartbeat all too well-- liar, he thinks.
he lets out a half scoff, and a half chuckle.
"fine. fine, okay, you'll get your a, as long as i can cum inside of you--"
you grin, and lean in, pressing a messy kiss to his lips.
"good boy." you mumble into his lips, and he almost finishes right then and there--
professor murdock whimpers when he comes inside of you, relishing in the way your tight walls squeeze around him.
you make him change the grade in front of you afterwards, and when you get the notification that your grade has been updated on your phone, you press a kiss to his cheek and offer him your cum stained panties as a peace offering before leaving his office to attend an extra credit lecture for another class.
uh so this started as just a vent about my shitty college campus and the food--
and quickly turned into disgusting smut. matt's a perverted old man, you call him dad, fingering, kind of fauxcest (..oops. i have daddy issues, my bad) and an age gap! (ddba aged matt and a college aged reader)
it's all kind of disgusting and pornagraphic but if you don't like that, don't read this!//
18+
the call matt gets from you comes at seven fifty eight on a thursday night. you call him at least twice a week, sometimes more depending on how things are going. he's gotten good at predicting when you'll call based on your schedule.
usually, you call after class on mondays and thursdays, since by the time you get out, he's already home for the day, but when you have an exam, you'll always call after to check in. you call him less during midterms and finals, but mostly because those are usually followed by breaks and your eye is always on the prize (your boyfriend who's twice your age and miles away.).
so, seven fifty eight is later than you would usually call on a thursday, but he knows you had to go to the library and finish a big term paper. you worked hard this week, and he knows you're excited to finish the week and see him. you have an art class on friday mornings and then one of you will take the train to the other. it's only about two hours. doable, considering how often it crosses your mind that you'd rather be dead than stay on campus all alone.
and matt very much prefers you to be alive. so he brings his laptop and works on the train while he travels. he'd do anything if it meant you didn't feel as lonely as he know you do.
he answers the phone as he's doing the dishes.
"hey, sweetheart. what's going on?" he answers the phone the same way every time you call. he knows you strive with routine. but his question is met with silence. silence that's too long. "baby, are you there?"
another beat of silence.
"hi."
matt's hands still before he turns of the sink, and presses the phone to his ear. he can tell, even from that one syllable, that you're not okay. that something is wrong-- not urgently, not in a dangerous way. but when you're upset or frustrated, or anything, he knows the first thing that goes up in smoke is your verbal communication skills.
"hi," he echos softly, "are you okay?"
another beat of silence.
"uhm," you try to start, "kind of. not really. i just got done with that term paper, and uh, i wanted to go get dinner because i'm really hungry but i checked instagram and people i'm in class with are posting about how they found mold and stuff in the dining hall food, and how it's all old and rotting and that the people who work in the dining hall are working in unsanitary conditions, and i can't-- i can't eat that food, because what if i get really sick and--"
matt can tell you're not breathing right. he can tell by the way you cut yourself off, the way your voice falters. he knows your food insecurity runs deep, that the food you do have access to has always disagreed with your textural issues and your stomach-- and he knows that when you're hungry, you get even more upset even easier.
you're hungry, exhausted, sad, and two hours away. matt itches to get on the train right this instant but he knows you'll probably feel even more upset if he drops everything to come see you, that you're interrupting his life.
"hey," he starts softly, "okay, deep breath. that sounds really frustrating, i'm sorry you feel like this." he starts, and before he can even ask or say more, you're continuing,
"and i miss you." it comes out more as a whimper, and it breaks his heart.
"i miss you too. where are you now?" he wonders.
"uh, walking home from the library."
"okay. i'm going to send you some money, and you're going to order some food from off campus, okay?"
"matt, i can't--"
"yes. you can. you're going accept the money, eat something delicious and i'm going to take a half day tomorrow to come see you, and then we're gonna go to the grocery store together and cook you a few meals, okay?"
you don't hate that plan.
"you don't have to do that.."
"yes, i do. you need to eat, and i know you won't eat anything except chips if i don't cook with you, and we can't have that. you need actual food to help fuel your brain, besides-- what's the point of having all of this lawyer money if i can't spend it on a pretty girl?" he asks rhetorically. "so, i'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"..okay. i love you."
"i love you, too."
-
the next day goes by much slower than you would've liked. you wound up ordering some chinese food from the place a few blocks off campus, staying on the phone with matt until it came before confessing to him that you were so tired that you didn't feel like you could talk. he hung up, and let you enjoy your solitary night.
while you rested, matt began to make a grocery list featuring a few meals he knew you could stomach, foods he knew that you wouldn't mind reheated, foods that would sustain you, at least for now.
he'd do this every week if he had to. and true to his word, when he gets off the train and greets you, the two of you make your way to the grocery store (matt hates the grocery store, but you going hungry is much worse than a short trip to the store.) and begin to follow matt's list. you throw any snacks that look appetizing in the cart as well, at matt's insistence.
and then the two of you spend a few hours in the communal kitchen in the basement of your dorm building.
it's nice, actually. you two laugh and move around each other as matt coaches you through making foods that have been marked as safe. in the end, you have a few meals to get you through the next week-- at which point, you and matt can reassess your needs.
it's a good plan.
you offer to make mac and cheese for the two of you to enjoy while matt finally sits at the small round table in the kitchen. the two of you are making light conversation, talking about grades, asking him about work. it's domestic.
but not very private.
a boy you've seen around your dorm comes in to wash a few dishes. he's nice enough, always saying hi, always smiling at you in the hallways.
he does the same now, and you greet him with a smile.
"making dinner?" he questions as he begins to wash his dishes.
"yeah, mac and cheese." you hum.
'oh, cool." matt's silence doesn't mean much to him, but you notice it. "i saw you guys cooking then i went to do my laundry earlier."
"yeah, the food on campus is really gross right now, so i called and asked for help." you smile.
and then, he completely throws you off.
"well, it's really nice of your dad to come here and help. it's sweet."
you struggle to think of what to say. you know it's an honest mistake, but you also don't want him to feel stupid, nor do you want matt to feel bad for this incredibly glaring example of how people perceive your relationship.
"well he's.. uhm.." you try to search for the words as you cut the heat on your mac and cheese, "i mean. he's great. i have to go now, bye." you blurt out, taking your dinner by the handle and moving to leave the communal kitchen. matt follows wordlessly, a shit eating grin on his face as he grabs a potholder and meets you by the elevator.
he hands you the potholder, not wanting you to burn yourself before you got upstairs.
"shut up." you tell him, and matt laughs.
"i didn't say anything!"
"yeah, but you're thinking so loudly."
ding!
the two of you step inside the elevator.
"and what is it i'm thinking?"
"probably what that kid in the kitchen said." you huff, as matt's fingers run over the buttons of the elevator, finding the braille number of your floor, before pressing it.
"he likes you."
your head snaps up to look at him.
"what?"
"his heartbeat was going crazy." he confesses, "and i could smell his pheromones. you have an admirer."
"thats not-- he was just being friendly." you defend, your face flush.
"no," he shakes his head, "he wasn't." matt turns to face you, and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, very gently. "you probably should've told him how good your dad fucks you."
your face burns with embarrassment, and the doors to the elevator opens, and matt strolls right out and towards your door, leaving you in the dust. you scramble to follow him.
"matthew!" you call out to him, following behind. he turns back to you, just for a moment, because he loves you, before leaning against the doorway of your room. you let out a huff and scan your college id, and the door opens with a click.
matt takes the pot from you and walks inside. he places the pot on your desk on the potholder, and you hop onto your bed-- it's an elevated twin xl, as all dorm beds are, so when you sit, you're an inch or two above matt. you're watching as he pulls off the hoodie he wore here, leaving it draped across your desk chair. you're sure it'll become part of your wardrobe.
you shamelessly stare when the tee shirt he wears under it rides up, giving you a great view of his stomach. matt smirks.
you quietly thank your lucky stars that your roommate has gone home for the weekend.
matt walks over to your bed, and puts two hands on either side of you as he leans up so his face is close to his. he smells of cologne, coffee, and a bit of soap. he must've shaved this morning but he has a light five o'clock shadow now.
"why didn't you tell him i wasn't your dad?"
you huff.
"because i didn't want either of you to be embarrassed."
"why would i be embarrassed?"
"i don't know.. maybe because you're twice my age?"
he shrugs.
"have you considered that you didn't want to tell him because you like the idea of me being your dad?" he wonders, leaning in, his lips barely grazing yours.
"no."
your heart skips a beat.
"liar." he grins, and closes the gap, giving you a long, simple kiss. your hands rest on either side of his face as you deepen the kiss, but then he pulls away. "c'mon, be honest with me. what do you think?" he requests.
you roll your eyes.
"i think you're a disgusting, perverted old man who needs to get his mind out of the gutter."
matt grins that devilish smile that landed you here in the first place.
"stop talking dirty to me, baby."
"you're insatiable." you grumble, and matt ignores your words as he leans in to kiss your cheeks, then your jaw, and then your neck.
"you can tell me to stop," he reminds, his fingers resting on your thighs-- well, not resting. they're running up and down your thighs, drawing circles in the fabric of your pants. "but i don't think you want me to, do you?"
your eyes flicker down to the bulge of his jeans.
"bet i can make you cum in your pants like a teenager, old man."
matt bites down on your neck, causing you to gasp. he pulls back so you can see his face again.
"you know i don't tolerate brats, sweetheart." he reminds, "are you gonna be good for me?"
"..yes." you finally manage, and matt rests his forehead against yours as his fingers begin to unbutton your pants, his fingers slipping inside to touch you,
"yes, what?" he prompts, fingers slipping under your panties, causing you to gasp a bit as he begins to rub your clit.
you hate the power he has over you, you hate that your brain is already fuzzy and you hate that you wouldn't trade this feeling for anything, that you wouldn't trade him for anything.
"yes, dad," you mumble and you can feel matt's mouth form into a grin as he begins to kiss you again.
"and you're gonna be good for me while i finger this pretty pussy, right?" he wonders, and your hand goes to his hair, playing with it as he kisses your neck, fingers still rubbing your clit.
"yes, dad," you mumble softly.
"good girl," he mumbles as two fingers move to slip inside you. your free hand grasps his wrist, as you let out a gasp, which matt takes advantage of by catching your mouth with him, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.
even the way your tongues dance is reflective of your relationship-- matt is steady, confident and playful, while you're unsure, softer, but you have an edge to you, matt recalls, as your tongue brushes against his lips.
when he pulls away, a trail of saliva connects between your lips, and it makes matt chuckle, while you let out a quiet noise of disgust. matt, ever the opportunist, catches the saliva on two fingers of his free hand before sliding them into your mouth. your mouth closes around his fingers, beginning to suck on them obediently.
his fingers move faster inside you, and he adds a third finger as his mouth attacks any inch of skin he can get. your hips are rolling as if you're desperate for it, and he knows you are.
"that's it, baby," he mumbles softly, "i've got you.. fuck, you're so pretty. you take my fingers so well, kiddo, 'm so proud of you." he listens as the praise makes your heartbeat quicken, and he knows no matter how you deny it, you're just as into it as he is.
his fingers move faster, and he can feel your walls clenching around him.
"i can feel you getting close, honey," he hums, "you're gonna cum for me, right, kid?" you let out a whine against his fingers, and his thumb, ring, and pinky finger, the fingers you're not sucking on, grip your jaw tightly, like a vice. "answer me." his voice is firm, and if you want to cum, you know there's no way out of it.
"yes, da--" your voice is muffled by his fingers, and you're cut off by his fingers moving deeper into your mouth, gagging you gently. he stops for a second.
"'m sorry, baby, i didn't catch that."
"yes, dad," you mumble out, and you don't miss the way his smile widens.
"mm, such a good listener.." he hums. "alright, baby, go ahead, cum for dad," he says as he pumps his fingers inside your cunt, listening to the way your breathing becomes heavier as you roll your hips more desperately, not letting up even when you've cum and are riding out your high. you moan around matt's fingers when you cum, who is so hard it's starting to hurt. "doin' okay, sweetheart?" he asks softly, and you nod, babbling nonsense on his fingers. he presses a kiss to your head, waiting for you to come back down to earth.
when he's sure you're okay, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping excess saliva on your lips, which makes you feel even more gross, and yet, at the same time, makes you want him worse. then, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, causing you to whine softly. matt shushes you gently, before licking his fingers clean of your cum.
"we're gonna make you more comfortable, okay?" he asks softly, and you nod, letting him tug off your shirt. then, he pulls off your jeans, before moving to your panties. "can i take these off?" you smile, because he's so nice even though he's so mean.
"mhm.."
he pulls off your underwear before his hands move to your bra, "this too?" you let out another hum, letting him undress you, before he takes a few steps to the left, grabbing his hoodie off the back of your chair. "lift your arms for me, kid." you obey, and the smell of him overwhelms you as he tugs his hoodie onto you. "go ahead and lay down, rest for a minute." he pets your hair, "i'll be right back." he promises.
too desperate for him to fuck you to protest, you lay back in bed, inhaling the sent of him that lingers on his hoodie.
while you do that, matt tucks the long forgotten mac and cheese into the fridge before grabbing you a water and a granola bar. he goes back over to you and offers you the water and snack. you take a few sips of water, but put the granola bar on your bedside table.
while you do that, matt takes his pants and socks off, before, despite the chronic pain that lingers in his joints, hopping onto your bed with the agility of a cat, landing softly. he crawls over your laying form, his hands landing on either side of your head.
he takes one of your hands, brings it to his lips, before kissing your knuckles. then, he brings your hand to the bulge in his boxers.
"d'you feel that kid? how hard you made your dad?"
you let out a whine and cover your face with your arm, cheeks red with embarrassment.
and another thing what about matthew x reader x karen page smut where you’re their intern just trying to make a name for yourself and start running around doing any and every task mr murdock and miss page come up with for you to do— and they have a bet going on just how loyal you can be; and how long it’ll take for you to realize they’ve already decided to keep you.
i think i just need to be their very loyal wide eyed dog/controversially young partner
