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Matt Murdock x Reader - Boyfriend Material

Content Warnings/Kinks: teasing, bruising (handprints), hickeys, breast/nipple play, choking, hair pulling, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum swallowing, penetrative vaginal sex (positions: spooning & missionary)

Matt slid his hands up the sides of her body until they reached the edge of her shirt.

"Please tell me I can take this off" He stated, gesturing to the fabric.

She whispered a small "yes" and in a flash the shirt was scattered somewhere across the room. Y/n giggled lightly, charmed by her boyfriend's clear enthusiasm. His hands reached higher, skimming her waist before reaching her breasts. She threw her head back as he cupped them through the lace of her bra, squeezing her nipples between his fingers causing her to moan.

"You like that?" Matt questioned.

Y/n bent forward until her face was an inch from his, letting her kiss answer his question

"I think you know that I do" she then added, unbuckling her bra and slipping out of the rest of her clothes until she was naked before him.

"Touch me?" she asked, giving him the permission she knew he craved.

Matt's hands returned to her nude form, and this time her senses were heightened by the feeling of his skin on hers. He gripped her ass playfully, he peppered kisses along the length of her stomach. Y/n felt adored like she always did when she was with him. There were three things Matt Murdock took seriously in life 1) work 2) his friends 3) sex.

Soon, Y/n was completely turned on, she could even feel the moisture slicking her inner thighs getting wetter and wetter the more that Matt touched her. She knew, however, that there was one thing that would make her ever hotter, even more aroused.

She sunk to her knees and almost as if by instinct Matt spread his legs where he was sitting on the edge of the bed to make room for her.

"I'm trying to touch you Y/n, don't you want-"

"Nothing's going to turn me on more than having your cock in my mouth" she interrupted his protests, "I want to feel you, I want to taste you, I want you to take this throat and make me remember why it belongs to you"

"Sweetheart..." he groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, "Are you sure?"

"Positive" she confirmed, before asking, her voice tinged with innocence in that way she knew he loved, "Please can I touch you now, Matty?"

"Fuck" he grunted before nodding gruffly.

Y/n unbuckled his belt slowly, focusing on the way the cool leather and metal strap felt in her hand and the power that she felt as she listened to Matt's shallow breaths become more and more irregular as she made him wait. She took his cock out of his underwear, starting by running the tips of her fingers up and down the underside of his shaft, dragging them before teasing around the sensitive tip.

"Please..." he begged, the sensitivity making his hips buck upward.

He hissed as she sucked his tip into her mouth, her lips creating a suction around the head.

"Y/n" he moaned, his voice a swift, barely-there breath, "Such a good girl-so good for me"

He continued to groan and praise her as her head bobbed up and down his length, taking as much of it as she could. His hands found their way to her hair and soon he was pulling her strands back away from her face into a makeshift ponytail, gripped roughly in his hands. She moaned on his cock as he tugged her head back slightly, the tension making a ripple of pleasure run the length of her spine.

"Your mouth-fuck-'feels so good sweetheart"

Matt breathed out a long breath, his head tilting back as his grip on her hair tightened subconsciously, pulling even harder, causing her to release another muffled moan.

"If you keep moaning on my cock..." he stated through gritted teeth, "I'm gonna cum in your mouth a lot sooner than I'd like"

"Oh yeah?" she teased, pulling up off of him just to smirk.

Y/n played with Matt's cock, using her hand to trace lines up and down his shaft. She let her other hand rest on his taut stomach, tracing soothing circles with her fingers as his hard muscles flexed beneath. When she finally returned her now-puffy lips to his needy tip, she kissed it gently, forming a perfect pout, causing him to groan. She then opened her mouth and sucked down his shaft, moaning around it so that the vibrations would send him over the edge.

"Fuck Y/n" he grunted as he came.

White substance splashed the walls of her throat and she hungrily took it, sucking slowly up his erection until she reached the top. She placed another sweet kiss on his tip, making him release a low, rumbling growl before she stood up.

She grabbed at him desperately, pushing him back down onto his silky sheets. They scrambled up the bed until they reached the headboard, Matt's head almost hitting the top. Once she situated herself on top of him their kisses immediately resumed, the salty taste of Matt there on her lips.

"Mmm," he groaned, savouring himself.

As they kissed, it was as if their bodies started moving completely on their own. Y/n gasped as she ground down onto Matt, her clit rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. He gripped her hips, pulling her down further onto him.

"Fuck" she whimpered before begging, "Please Matt, I need you in me"

"No," he chuckled against her lips.

He kissed away the pout that had instantly made its way onto her face.

"Matt..." she whined, her frustration clear as she ground herself onto him again.

He slid a hand up from her hips to her waistline, using his weight to throw himself over her until she was rolled onto her back.

"I know what you want Y/n" he teased with another intense kiss, taking control, "but I'm not giving it to you until you've cum on my lips at least once"

She whimpered.

"Does that sound okay sweetheart...?"

His lips trailed over to her cheek.

"Your sweet pussy on my tongue..."

Then, her jaw.

"...Fingers pulling at my hair"

She gasped when he reached her neck.

"Caging my face with your thighs until I make you cum, make your legs shake"

Y/n was practically panting.

"Matttt" she groaned, her voice catching on the final consonant, "Please-ugh, God-please"

"No point begging Him sweetheart," he groaned onto her skin, sucking at her thigh roughly as he settled between her legs, "No...it's me whose name you're gonna be calling out"

His kisses formed a wet chain from her thigh to her most sensitive area. Each one made her hips buck more than the last. When he finally swiped his tongue over her clit she gasped, her hands immediately flying to find purchase in his chestnut curls.

One of his hands snaked up her body, his palms running over her front with a pressure so intense she felt it in her ribs. He squeezed at her throat.

"That feel good?"

"Yes," she groaned, her breathing getting more and more irregular by the second, "Just-just like that"

He licked and licked at her clit, the feeling and the lewd noises of him eating her out making her moan. As he continued he took his other hand and began caressing her sensitive hole. He didn't penetrate her, just simply teasing her entrance. Y/n's legs squeezed the sides of his face tightly and he was buried so deep in her that she couldn't even see his eyes, only his curls as they spilled onto her lower stomach.

"Fuck" he groaned onto her wetness, loving the taste.

Matt sucked around her clit, his tongue sliding across the sensitive areas, touching every spot that pleased her. She could feel his satisfactory grin tickling her skin every time she moaned his name or simply whimpered for him.

"Matt" she moaned, "Shit-I'm close"

Y/n's hips rocked up and down against the suction he was creating around her clit, the circular movements in sync with her quiet moans and breathy utterances. And when she came it was explosive, and it was perfect because it was good oral, yes, but most importantly because it was Matt. To cum on his tongue, to wet his beautiful face with her cum, the thought made her shiver her way through her orgasm.

"Fuck" she breathed out, sighing the word with a small breathy chuckle.

She twitched on his wet mouth, on his fingers as her orgasm subsided. Matt emerged from beneath her, crawling slowly up her body, running his hands up her curves as he did. He kissed her like they were running out of time, he kissed her like he loved her, and she knew he did.

"I-I need to be inside you" he confessed softly against her lips,

"Yes" she consented, pulling impatiently at his toned arms, "Please Matty"

Matt kissed her then and again, it genuinely took her breath away. He pushed her onto her side before positioning himself behind her on the bed, taking the time to caress her waist with his calloused palm and press a line of kisses into the crook of her sensitive neck. Her skin prickled with each touch until she was begging for what she wanted.

"Matt...please" she puffed.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me" she groaned before repeating, "Please, please, ple-"

But her sarcasm was instantly cut off, her words replaced by a short gasp as Matt pushed the first bit of his hard cock into her. She reached back, gripping his skin, her nails digging into him.

She gasped again as he pressed further and further into her until his entire length was sheathed inside her warm pussy.

"Matt" she groaned, her eyes scrunching shut at the feeling of his size.

"You can take it sweetheart" he encouraged, staying still until she was prepared for him.

Y/n relaxed then, breathing in long, slow puffs, "...Ready"

"Yeah?" He confirmed, pulling back before pressing slightly farther into her, she'd honestly forgotten that he had more to give. Matt began sliding in and out of her at a slow pace making her insides clench around him.

"Mmm" she moaned, then whimpered, "Yes"

Matt reached forward with one hand and caressed from her sternum up to her throat in one intimate motion. She groaned as his fingers wrapped themselves around her neck, whimpering immediately after when his grip tightened and his pace sped up. She tilted her gaze toward him so that the back of her head was resting on his wide shoulders. Y/n loved watching every twitch of Matt's eyebrows, every lip bite, every bead of sweat forming. The truth was she adored him, and watching him fuck her while feeling him fuck her was a dream come true.

"I might not be able to see sweetheart but I can feel you staring at me"

"And what's wrong with that?" she breathed, her tone dripping with desire, "I like looking at you when you're fucking me"

Matt groaned at that, his hand on her neck subconsciously gripping even tighter before releasing, making her cry out at the loss. But in a second Matt was rolling her over until she was on her back beneath him.

"I need to fuck you deeper" he stated, his grasp on her hips rough and desperate, then groaning, "Fuck your pussy's so good"

He kissed her neck, her jaw, the skin beneath her ear.

"You want it?" He asked then.

"You know I do" she whimpered in response, repeating her words from earlier as she clenched at the feeling of his crown touching her entrance.

He slid into her and immediately started to thrust, holding tightly onto her waist with both hands, squeezing the skin, likely leaving two handprints behind. Her stomach tensed as he pumped in and out of her tight hole, making her whimper his name. She moved her legs upward so that they were wrapped around Matt's body, pulling him closer, deeper.

"Fuck" he cursed at the feeling.

His strong upper body leaned over her as he thrust in and out of her pussy, his toned arms caging her from either side. Y/n breathed heavily as she slid her hand down, connecting her fingers to her needy clit. As she began rubbing Matt's head cocked to the side...

"No, no sweetheart, that's my job" he growled between kisses, "That clit, that pussy, it's mine-all mine"

He refocused his attention then, spitting on his fingers before placing them on her clit and beginning to rub circles, causing her to moan, swearing so loudly she thought all of Hell's Kitchen must have been able to hear her.

"Kiss me" she whispered then, desperate for even more intimacy, wanting him in every possible way, all at once.

He smiled that slow, seductive Matt Murdock smile before sighing and leaning down to kiss her. His lips just missed hers, his kiss landing on the side of her mouth as she rocked below him, causing her to chuckle lightly. She grabbed his face, steadying him as he continued to thrust, planting a kiss of her own directly on his blush pout. A second later, they separated and her head rolled back on the pillow as the pleasure of Matt thrusting in and out of her while rubbing at her clit began to overwhelm her.

"Fuck" she breathed.

She came quickly, hard, at that moment with Matt's fingers rubbing fiercely on her clit, his cock slamming in and out of her.

"That's it sweetheart" he groaned, as she tightened up around him, "That's my girl"

He cupped her face with his large hand, holding onto her as he continued to thrust in and out of her, now cumming himself, the waves of her orgasm sending his cock over the edge. She felt weightless, she felt as if her bones had melted within her body and she was now nothing but a mess in his arms.

"Ahh," she sighed.

When they'd both come down from their highs and shifted into a more comfortable position, Matt caressed her cheek with his warm hand.

"God I love you"

"You love God?" He joked, smiling, "And here I thought you were an atheist..."

He silenced her laughter with another kiss and she truly didn't want to break away, not to joke, not for anything.

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[[and then i met you || ch.1]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary: A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s.

a/n: Reader is an extremely anxious person. That’s the note.

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You hope Matthew Michael Murdock is a good man.

You tried to research him online, but you didn't find anything that could sway you one way or another.

The news articles say he's some sort of local hero - not only for being a lawyer who does a lot of pro-bono work but for saving a man from being hit by a truck when he was a kid. They all give his tragic backstory before praising him and his law partner for helping the underprivileged and going after some big shot corrupt businessman - twice. The comments are mostly from people he's helped, singing about how Nelson and Murdock saved them in their times of crisis.

You want to trust them, but you can't.

The news also claimed Hitler was Person of the Year and deserved praise, too, and you know how that turned out. Not that you think a blind lawyer from Hell's Kitchen can be compared to a genocidal leader, but your mental point to yourself still stands.

You know nothing about Matthew Murdock except he's blind, he's a lawyer, and his dick changed your life.

You doubt he even remembers you - a one-night stand from years ago, before his name even started appearing in the news again, and to be fair, you didn't remember him at first, either. Not until four months later when you went in to get your anxiety medication adjusted and the doctor made you take a routine pregnancy test. Then you remembered the handsome blind lawyer who flirted with you at a friend's holiday party you had gone to. You could remember the silly conversation you had about white elephant, that he had the most charming smile, and he could do things with his tongue that made you moan just thinking about, but you could not remember his name.

You had tried to find him, you really did, but your energy and attention was quickly needed elsewhere and the search for your daughter's father lost steam.

Until you saw him on the television while at the local diner, giving an interview with his law partner.

That was yesterday and now you are standing outside the door of his firm, trying to work up the courage to go in.

There's too many scenarios in your head, all of them bad- he's not going to want anything to do with you and your daughter, which you can deal with, or maybe, just maybe, he'll try to take her away from you. He's a lawyer and you work in billing for a transportation company. There's no doubt who the courts would choose and it wouldn't be you.

The thought makes you want to turn and run but you know your daughter deserves the chance to know her father - and he deserves to know she exists. It's his choice, once he knows, if he wants to be in her life or not, not yours.

It scares you so much it's not your choice.

You scrub at your face, trying to work up the courage to actually open the door in front of you when it does just that.

A kind looking woman with strawberry blonde hair is standing in the doorway and you recognize her from the firm's website - Karen Page. She's the third partner in the firm and you didn't really look into her in your hunt for information.

She offers you a smile before speaking, "You look like you're debating coming in." You shrug, unsure what to say because that is exactly what you were doing but don't want to admit it. She looks you over without it feeling judgmental before focusing on the manila envelope in your hand. She steps back slightly and gestures for you to come into the office. "You made it this far. Whatever it is, we'll do our best to help you."

The sentiment is so kind and you know she means well, thinking you are a potential client, but it just causes your throat to get even tighter.

It has been you and your daughter for so long, is this really the right path to take?

You hug your file to your chest and take a hesitant step forward. Then another and another until you are in the office. It's not big or fancy and you didn't expect it to be. There's a little waiting area in front of the reception desk, with another desk shoved against a wall, and on either side of the room, doors leading to what you suspect are the private offices.

Karen goes around to the back of the reception desk and picks up a clipboard holding some paperwork and offers it out to you.

You take it and stare down at it, unsure if you would fill it out or not. When you look back up, Karen is still smiling at you and you don't want to come off as a problem, so you take a seat in the waiting area and start filling out the requested information. As you write out your address, it finally occurs to you that you have no idea how to have the conversation you need to have.

Do you ease into it or drop it on him like a bomb? You had only ever thought about finding him and never about what you would say when you did.

You should have taken more time to plan this out. You're such an idiot - you just jumped right into running towards him like you might lose track of him if you took so much as a second to think. You know his name now, who he is, you can take time to get things sorted out properly.

Would it be weird to leave in the middle of filling out paperwork you shouldn't even be bothering with?

Probably not, but you're already here. There is no point in running.

This is for your daughter, not you. You have to keep telling yourself that.

You don't fill out the information asking about your 'case'. It honestly makes you panic a bit if you start thinking about it all in a legal sense - you know nothing about law and the man you're meeting with graduated at the top of his class from a top law school. Your hand is shaking as you add your signature to the bottom of the page and date it. Reviewing everything takes just a moment, since there's barely anything written to begin with, and your eyes drift up to the logo at the top of the page.

Nelson, Murdock, and Page.

You trace it with your finger.

Matthew Murdock has to be a good man. This firm helps people and he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to help people. He graduated top of his class; he could work anywhere he wanted to. The papers said he is good, too - they win most of their cases.

Unless it's all a weird front to hide something like money laundering.

But if they were money launders wouldn't they have enough money to afford an air conditioner?

"All done?"

Karen is in front of you, smiling politely. You are surprised by her appearance, but you don't feel pressured. It's like she's checking in so that she can break you out of your thoughts and you appreciate that. You nod and hand her the clipboard. She takes it, giving it a once over.

"Foggy will be out in just a minute."

Your head jerks up at that.

"No, I need to see Mr. Murdock."

You can tell Karen is surprised by that and her eyes narrow just a fraction. She searches your face, then she looks towards the door on the left.

You turn your head to follow her gaze.

"Matt!" Karen calls out.

A few moments pass before the door opens and you feel like you're going to throw up.

The cameras don't do him justice.

Matthew Murdock is gorgeous. He was handsome before and somehow, he just got hotter. He's a little taller than you, still as lean as you remember, and looking crisp in a gray suit - like some model walked off the catwalk and into a sweltering office. His hair is shorter than you remember it being. You have the distinct memory of being able to grab onto it, but it's too cropped to do that now.

But the thing that catches your attention the most is that in person and in the light, you can see Matthew's hair has an auburn tint to it.

Just like Minnie's.

The realization shakes your entire world.

This man is the father of your child. He's real. He's no longer a concept of a person, who you knew nothing about, who just existed somewhere in the world.

You have to look away before you start to cry. You don't know where this surge of emotion is coming from - it feels like this wave of relief. This question you have always had finally has an answer.

You tell yourself to take a breath, you know getting overly emotional isn't going to help anything. It might actually make things worse and spiraling into a meltdown is not a good first impression.

You can see Karen in your peripheral vision, and you look up to her, trying to regain your focus.

It's Matthew who speaks first, "Yes, Karen?"

"We have a walk-in who is hoping she can speak with you."

You introduce yourself, standing up as you do. You know he is blind, so you don't offer your hand. Instead you clutch your folder to your chest.

He doesn't seem to remember your name. He turns towards you and gives a polite smile. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Matthew Murdock, but you seem to know that. I have some time right now, please come in. Karen, can you grab us some water before you join us?"

"Yeah, sure," Karen says as she turns to do just that.

Your throat gets tight again.

You don't want to have this conversation with someone else there. It's already going to be hard enough. You'll definitely start crying if Karen is in the room. You cannot deal with two people's reactions. The mere thought of you having to do that is making you sweat.

Matthew's voice breaks you out of your panic. "If that is okay?"

You rush out your response, "I would prefer to speak alone, please." You're too panicked to feel embarrassment.

Karen doesn't seem phased by this. She is still grabbing a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and offering one out to you. You take it.

"Not a problem, let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Kare. Please, come this way," Matthew motions for you to follow him into the office.

This is it.

Once you go through that door, you aren't leaving that room without telling Matthew Murdock he is a father.

You surprise yourself by not hesitating and just charging forward into the office.

This isn't about you or your fears.

This is for Minnie.

You keep your gaze forward because you can't bring yourself to look at him. If you stop and look at him before you tell him why you are here, you will just start over analyzing everything once again. You silently beg to whatever gods will listen that everything will be okay, and this man won't destroy you.

He doesn't look like he is going to break your heart.

But you know that looks mean nothing when it comes to pain.

He closes the door behind you with an audible click and the weight of the moment starts to come down on your shoulders.

You take the seat in front of the desk quickly, worried your nerves might catch up with you, placing the water on the ground beside you with your purse when you sit. Matthew doesn't rush, he walks to his desk with an air of quiet confidence and if you were a client, it would be comforting, but you aren't and all it does is remind you why you fell into bed with him.

"What brings you in today, Miss..?" He trails off, prompting you to say your name again. As he reaches his desk you watch as he trails his fingers along the edge, using it as a guide, before moving his hand to brush over the back of his seat before sitting in it.

You chew your bottom lip, wishing you had taken a second to actually plan what you would say instead of jumping in. As far as you know, there isn't a step-by-step guide on how to tell a one-night stand that he's the father of your child - not that you actually looked into that in your desperate research the night before.

Matthew doesn't push as you gather your thoughts. He moves some paperwork away from the center of his desk, then folds his hands there, waiting. You keep your gaze on his hands, needing something to focus your eyes on while you force the truth out.

"I saw your interview last night," you say, deciding to start there, as it seems the most relatable.

Matthew's brows knit together and he tilts his head to the side and you are one again reminded of Minnie. It's a gesture she does often, tilting her little head left and right as she tries to understand something. It always reminded you of a dog and now you wonder if it's not a learned behavior, but genetic.

His lips turn down into a frown and his head stays cocked as he asks, "Do you have information about the Lynch case?"

Heat rushes to your cheeks - of course that would be the question to ask after bringing up the interview. The whole piece was about a specific case they were working on and how it would affect Hell's Kitchen and you hadn't paid any attention to what was said - not after you realized who was on the screen.

You shake your head, resisting the urge to look away and you curl your fingers tighter around the manila folder in your lap. "No, I'm sorry. I saw you and…recognized you."

He straightens up and his demeanor shifts to something less…friendly. It's minute but your messed-up brain screams at you about body language - his shoulders have squared up and you can see where he's clenching his back teeth. You quickly continue on, wanting to get through with your explanation before your anxiety makes you clam up.

"We met nearly five years ago," your voice is firm and factual and you're proud of yourself for that, "at a holiday party."

The words leave your mouth and you know he knows. Every part of him seems to go still - even his breathing seems to stop. The crease between his brow smoothes out, like he's gone from squinting to wide eyes behind his dark glasses. Your heart is pounding in your ears and your throat is getting stiff, but your voice remains steady as you push the words out.

"I think you are the father of my child."

All the color seems to leave Matthew's face and he looks nearly as gray as his suit. The reaction makes your stomach turn. He looks like he is going to throw up.

You bite into your lip, waiting for Matthew to do or say something. All you can do is mentally chant to yourself: he's a good man, he won't take her away.

You know it's probably just seconds, but it feels like hours pass before Matthew moves.

He leans slowly back in his chair, reaching up with one hand to rub at his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

He doesn't sound upset, at least to your ears. His words are cautious - tentative - and it makes your heart go tight in your chest. You don't know if it's fear or hope or everything crashing into you at once now that he knows.

You force out a nod before you remember that the man in front of you is blind. You find your voice and words creep out.

"I'm pretty sure," you start. Your eyes drop away from his hands back down to your lap and you have to lick at your lips to wet them before continuing, "I didn't go out much after that party, I got so busy with work. I didn't…find out until the first trimester was over. By then, I couldn't remember your name. My friends who I went to the party with didn't know you either. I tried to Google you with what information I had, but 'blind lawyer' just got me a lot of disability lawyers." You take a shaky breath, "I understand if you want a paternity test."

You know Matthew is probably taking everything in, but now that you've started talking, it's like you've lifted the dam on your anxiety. You squeeze the file in your lap - just because you hadn't known how you were going to tell Matthew the truth did not mean you hadn't extensively thought about the consequences. Words start to spill out of you.

"I also understand if you don't want anything to do with us, I get it's a big shock. I'm not looking for anything from you." Matthew drops his hand to the desk and if you didn't know better, it would look like he was staring at you. "I just wanted you to know and I thought it would be good for her to know you, but if you don't want that, I get it. All I ask is you fill out some paperwork, medical history mostly so I know if there's anything I need to look out for. I printed it out for you, it's all in braille."

You get up just enough so that you can place the manila envelope on the desk, then sit back down. Your throat is getting so tight and stiff you feel like you're struggling to breathe.

Matthew runs his hand over his desk until he can feel the envelope. His fingers move along the edge and you stare at them, like they are going to be the one to reveal what Matthew is thinking instead of his mouth. He finds the lip but doesn't open, instead flattening his palm against it.

"...her?"

His voice is so quiet you barely hear it. You lift your head to finally look at him and your heart skips a beat.

Matthew looks so soft. The corners of his lips twitch a few times before a smile slowly spreads across his face.

And you know.

You know without a doubt he is your daughter's father. They have the exact same smile. You can't help but to grin as well.

This is good, isn't it? He looks Happy.

"I have a daughter.."

"Winifred.. Winifred Love," you offer. Matthew lifts his head and tilts it towards you, brow wrinkling slightly.

"Love…?" He asks, no judgment in his voice, only curiosity.

You close your eyes in a bit of embarrassment, as you always do during the story, "I meant to put Grace, but I was out of it. I even put a big heart next to it on the paperwork." You aren't ashamed of the story and you love your daughter's name, but it's always a 'oops I was high' moment, even if it was done with the purest intention.

If possible, Matthew's smile gets even bigger.

"Winifred Love," he says, his voice dropping back down to the barely there whisper.

"She goes by Minnie. Like, um.. Like Minnie Mouse," you say. That gets an amused yet fond chuckle. You find yourself relaxing at the noise - like some of the pressure squeezing on your lungs has been lifted and you can finally breathe.

He repeats her nickname and you feel your lips start to turn up.

"How old..?" His voice cracks with emotion and Matthew has to clear his throat before continuing, "how old is she?"

"Three and a half," you answer quickly, "her birthday is a few months away." You bite your lip then hesitantly add, "She wants to go to the zoo. It's all she talks about."

"Yeah?" Matthew prompts. His smile is so so soft and it makes your stomach turn in this pleasant way. However, you were expecting him to act, this is not it. In your heart, you think the best you were going for was acceptance, but this seems much more than that. There is a stinging in the corner of your eyes and you have to take your own steadying breath continuing on.

"Yeah, um.. She…likes maps right now. I got her a map to the zoo and she's got the whole day planned." Which is very much true - your coffee table has been the home of a makeshift zoo diorama for a little over a week now and the itinerary has changed about twenty times.

Matthew ducks his head and nods a little, taking all the information in. You squeeze your fingers in your lap, needing a way to release the nerves still buzzing inside you.

A few moments pass before Matthew clears his throat again, "What else does she like..?"

The question makes you chuckle just a little bit, only because gushing about your daughter is something you're very good at. Since you work at home, it is just the two of you ninety percent of the time, you don't get to coo over her very often.

"She loves arts and crafts - anything she can get her little hands on. Right now she loves pipe cleaners and paper, things she can bend and fold, you know? I set her next to me while working and she'll just fold paper into little shapes. Not origami or anything, just abstract things, she doesn't plan it. She always wants to help, too, whatever I'm doing. Cooking and cleaning. She is the best helper for grocery shopping." You pause, looking over Matthew's smile for a moment before continuing on, tears starting to gather in your eyes.

"She looks just like you," you admit, fondness clear in your voice because it is so so true. Now that you are properly looking at him, Minnie looks just like Matthew, and telling him that makes him light up even more. "You've got the same smile. The same hair. Hers is a little more red, but it's definitely from you."

You watch Matthew lick at his lips and you want to know what is going on in his head. You think everything is going well, even if you are on the verge of crying. They are tears of relief - relief you weren't told to fuck off or to go get your own lawyer. You don't fully know if Matthew Murdock is a good man, but you're over the first hurdle and the prospects are looking good.

Matthew leans back into his chair, inhaling deeply, as if centering himself, then asks, "Why now? Why find me now?"

"Like I said, I couldn't find you, I didn't know anything about you, really, except what you looked like and you were a lawyer. I did try, I really did, but…" you trail off with a shrug, "I had a newborn."

Matthew seems to accept that answer - it is the truth after all - and continues on, "But you saw the interview... Last night?"

You nod, "I was picking up some dinner and they were playing the news at the diner. I saw it and looked you up and now…now you know."

"Now I know…" Matthew repeats slowly, his smile dropping a little and you wonder if is hitting him in different waves, like it did you - the realization he is a father. You know it is an intense roller coaster and you are not going to try to guide his ride, especially after just kind of dropping it on him.

He taps the manila folder in front of him, the crease returning to his brow, "What is this?"

Your cheeks get hot again and you turn your gaze away from him and back to your lap, "Requests for family medical history and information about how to establish paternity, if that's what you want."

"It is," Matthew rushes out. Your head jerks up and his expression looks serious, "I want that. I want to be in her life."

He sounds so sure of himself that it makes your head spin a little. You built up in your mind he either wouldn't want anything to do with you and Minnie or he was going to try to take her away - you hadn't really considered the obvious option that Matthew would just want to be involved. At least, that is what you are hoping he is implying.

"I won't abandon my daughter," the conviction in his voice startles you, but it also makes your heart twist but in a good way because in that moment, you believe him. "And I won't abandon you. I used to question if I had the right to bring a child into my life, but this isn't a hypothetical anymore…. And I can't.." he trails off and leans back into his chair, rubbing at his mouth again. You don't press, you have no right to when you've come out of the blue and changed his entire world. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can't step away now that I know she is out there."

You quickly shake your head at his words, "You don't need to rush into anything, I mean it, I don't want anything from you but for you to have the chance to know her. We can go slow, she's still little, you know? She can't handle a big change. Start small?"

You're more worried about how he is feeling versus what you are. You have at least prepared yourself to have a reaction - he thought he would be having a normal work day and you've given him a lot to process in the last five minutes.

"We can go at your pace, Matthew."

He drops his hand from his face, a smile coming back to his face, "You can call me Matt."

You repeat your preferred name, then apologize, "I'm sorry for coming out of nowhere. I didn't want to lose track of you again, but I could have scheduled an appointment."

Matt shakes his head a little, "No, I get it." His hand goes back to the envelope, like touching it is grounding him like squeezing your fingers is grounding you. "I'm glad you came…I'm glad…thank you. Thank you for telling me."

Part of you wants to reach across the desk and squeeze his hand, to give him comfort and let him know everything will be okay, but you don't dare. He's still a stranger, despite everything. You decide pushing past the emotional to the practical might be the best approach for now. You need to get your anxiety to settle now that you know your world isn't going to end and the best thing for that, in your mind, is getting an action plan.

"I don't know what the steps are for doing this," you start, trying to think up ideas as you talk, "but I think maybe we could…get together again and plan things out? Give you time to adjust to the idea and let you think about how you want to move forward?"

Matt nods along with your words, "That sounds like a good idea."

You bend down to grab your phone out of your purse, "I put my contact information in the packet, but could I get yours?"

He waits until you are ready, then gives you his personal number then the office number. You do the quick song and dance of calling his phone, so that he has your number and you wait patiently as he adds you as a contact. Hearing the voice commands to navigate a phone is new to you and once he is done putting in your information, you let your curiosity get the better of you.

"Do you prefer texting or phone calls?"

"Phone calls would be preferable," Matt says as he sets his phone on his desk, having held it up to speak clearly into it, "I have text to speech but it's not always the easiest for texting."

You nod in understanding, "Got it." You squirm in your seat, unsure of what comes next, so you say the very first thing that comes to mind. "You can call anytime. I work from home so you don't have to worry about interrupting anything…like I'm doing with you."

He hums, then asks, "What does Minnie do during the day?"

"She stays with me, mostly. There's a daycare down the block she goes to if I need someone to watch her. That's where she is now."

That makes Matt frown just slightly and part of you panics that he disapproves. "Is it just the two of you…?"

"Yes."

You say it with confidence. You've worked hard to get where you are alone and despite all you've been through, you are proud of that. "My parents passed when I was in college and I don't have any siblings. We've managed to do pretty well on our own. It's not the biggest, but we have a little place in Chelsea."

The little frown stays and you don't know what it means - you hope it's over you not having a big support system and not something else. Matt looks like he is going to respond but a knock at the door cuts him off. You jump at the noise, having totally forgotten there were other people in the office.

Matt looks slightly annoyed when he calls out, "Yes?"

The door opens and the final partner for the law is there. "Pardon the intrusion," he says to you with a nod before addressing Matt, "They've got that guy from last week at the 15th. He's asking for us specifically."

Matt openly scowls before running a hand over his face, "Okay. Give me a few minutes."

Foggy nods before stepping back out and closing the door.

"I'm sorry," Matt says sheepishly.

You cut him off before he can say more, standing as you do, "Please don't be, I really did just barge in on you at work. I can call you later? Or you can call me?"

Matt gets up as well, starting to come around the desk, "I can call you." He hesitates just a second, then ducks his chin, that little smile reappearing and your heart does that funny flip again. "Maybe we can get lunch?"

You smile back, "I would like that. We can start planning." You bite your bottom lip, then add, "I can bring Minnie…?"

Matt's entire face lights up and the awkwardness of trying to end your talk evaporates. "I would like that. A lot." He motions to his desk, "I'll work on getting that back to you. I want to…I want to do this right."

"I do, too."

It feels like a promise. You want to believe Matt - that he wants this and won't disappear at the first minor inconvenience. You've read so many horror stories about bad parents and you don't want any of that for Minnie.

You grab your purse and the water Karen gave you, then finally give Matt a proper look over.

You enjoyed your night together with him. Not only had he been a phenomenal lover, but he had made you smile and laugh. You weren't nearly as anxious then as you are now, but you had been rather nervous being flirted with by a handsome lawyer and he had made you feel at ease. Bringing him home with you had been an easy choice.

He must sense you smiling somehow, maybe you giggled or something, but his smile, which had started to fall, brightens back up.

"Can I ask you something before you go?"

You nod to his question, catch yourself and reply, "Of course."

"Can you tell me what she looks like?"

Guilt courses through you and biting your lip turns painful, "I'm so sorry, of course. Um, I included pictures in the packet with descriptions but, of course." His face drops into something a little nervous so you launch into the description of your daughter, emphasizing how they have the same smile because you can’t get over that. You can't help yourself and start describing some of the pictures you included.

"She has this big noise canceling headband so she can sleep comfortably - she doesn't like loud noises - but because she is three, she refuses to wear it unless it's cute. So we crochet little sleeves for it. One of the pictures is her asleep on our couch, face down, because that's how she sleeps, wearing her favorite sleeve. It's Spider-Man the-"

There's a quick series of taps on the door before it opens again.

"Buddy, we gotta go."

You start to apologize, but Matt speaks over you, his voice a little firm as his expression drops, "I'll be right there, Foggy."

A silent conversation seems to go through them, as Foggy raises his eyebrows at Matt and Matt does the same right back. Foggy steps out of the office, closing the door behind him.

"Let me walk you out?" Matt asks, motioning to the door.

"Thank you."

You let him open the door and you follow him into the reception office. Foggy is looking at his phone while waiting by Karen's desk as she finishes packing her laptop. You cross the room in silence as Matt leads you from the office. Once you are in the hallway, he speaks to you in a soft voice.

"Can I call you tonight?"

"Yes, please."

"Does eight work?"

"That's perfect."

"I'll talk to you then."

You force yourself to be the one to turn away and start walking towards the stairs. As you get to them, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to try to suppress your smile.

Maybe the papers are right and Matthew Murdock is a good man.

You really hope he's a good father too.

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Suite seduction

Loki x female reader

18+ | contains mentions of alcohol, smut

“Undress.”

It was a simple command, an instruction that left you biting your lip as you slowly lowered the straps of your dress, eyes trained on Loki’s as he took his seat at the edge of the hotel bed, legs splayed open as you stepped out of the dress. Your hands found your hips as you stood proudly, Loki’s eyes moving across your body as a small smile spread across your lips. His gaze darkened, eyes moving back up your body as his tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he gave his next order.

“Crawl to me.” He spoke assertively, the bourbon’s he had drank in the lobby evident in the slight narrowing of his gaze, the minuscule mirth in the twitch of his lip. Obediently, you got onto your hands and knees and crawled to him, looking up at him from between his legs as you reached the bed. He didn’t have to tell you what to do next, you already knew but you wanted to tease him. Laying your cheek against his thigh, you looked up at him dolefully, smiling when his hand stroked your other cheek gently, caressing your face before he found your hair and ran his fingers through that. You sighed contently as he did so before his grip tightened in your hair. As much as you knew Loki, he knew you. On all other occasions you were his princess but after a few cocktails, you didn’t want to be his princess, you wanted to be his wanton whore. A mix between a gasp as a moan escaped you as he held your hair tightly, forcing your head upwards. You looked up at him, jaw slack, eyes wide before you broke out into a grin. Loki didn’t need to say anymore, he didn’t need to do anymore, you already knew.

Desperate hands unbuckled his belt as you freed his hard length, placing a gentle kiss on the tip as Loki smirked, letting go of your hair. Looking down at his cock, you licked up from the base to the tip before looking back up at Loki who’s brows were already furrowed in pleasure. Giggling, you kept your eyes on his as you took his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around it.

“Fuck.” Loki grunted, moving closer to the edge of the bed as your head moved up and down, your saliva coating his shaft. You held the base of his cock as your tongue circled the tip before you took the entirety of him into your mouth again. Your free hand sought one of his as you guided it to the back of your head, wanting his hands in your hair again, needing him to control you. Loki abided, holding your head down as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You were practically choking on him, slobbering against his length as he released you, lifting your head back up again before holding you down again, hips lifting slightly as he fucked your mouth. You hummed against him, sending vibrations down his shaft as he uttered your name. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter the more he used you, the longer he stole his pleasure from you.

He was close, you could feel the way his grip tightened as he bared his teeth. You could taste the salty precum leaking from the tip of his cock as you ran your tongue across his slit before focusing on the underside of his shaft sending Loki into overdrive. His hips moved on their own accord as he neared his release before he let go of you, calming himself down.

“What’s the matter baby?” You teased, hiding your smile as you batted your eyelashes, looking up at him.

“I just need to—” he exhaled, seemingly out of breath “fuck” he exasperated leaving you unable to hide your chuckle “you little minx” he scolded “get on the bed.”

Giggling, you got onto the bed, laying back against it as Loki discarded of his clothes. Settling above you, his lips met yours in a greedy kiss as if he was reveling in the taste of himself against you. You kissed him back just as eagerly, your tongues moving past eachothers.

“I don’t know whether I should be outraged or thankful to the man that taught you how to do that with your mouth.”

Wordlessly you laughed as his lips ventured down your neck before he placed a gentle kiss between the valley of your breasts. Cupping one of your breasts, Loki brought the hardened peak of your nipple to his lips before wrapping them around it. You sighed contently as he sucked it languidly whilst rubbing his thumb against the other one. You bucked your hips, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that had built since Loki told you to undress. With his body, he pushed your hips down, trapping you between him and the bed as he circled the other nipple with his tongue before taking that one into his mouth.

“Loki.” You moaned, gently stroking his hair out of his face as he alternated between breasts. You could feel more pressure building the longer he carried on before he stopped and started working his way lower. His kisses met the tender skin of your abdomen as he moved lower down the bed before he was pushing your legs apart. Hooking his arms around your thighs, he pulled them apart before placing a kiss against your needy centre. He pulled away, kissing your thighs gently as he worked his way back to your centre, drawing a circle with his tongue around your clit.

“Lokii.” You gasped, looking down at him when he took your clit into his mouth, sucking against it softly. He looked up at you through his dark lashes as he feasted on you, burying his face between your legs. He released your clit, tongue moving to your entrance as his nose nudged at the sensitive bundle of nerves he had just left abandoned. His name fell from your lips repeatedly as he entered you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit. “Fuckk.” You moaned, hand bunching up into the duvet underneath you as you tried to stave off your orgasm. “L—Loki stopp I’m going to c—” you stuttered as he entered you with two of his fingers as he resumed suckling against your clit. He curled them upwards, hitting your g-spot as you struggled to even breathe let alone string together sentences. “Lokiii” you panted, heels of your feet digging into the bed as he held your legs open, the double stimulation leaving you shaking. “Loki!” You exclaimed, your orgasm hitting you violently as you came, your arousal gushing out of you as he refused to stop, still penetrating you with his fingers and sucking on your clit. “F-fuckk” you moaned, Loki was ravenous. You tried to close your legs, only one of them held in place by his arm but he was too strong or you were too weak from your orgasm. You couldn’t, you were at his mercy. Your vision blurred as you felt another orgasm building. Before you could even vocalise it, it washed over you, coating Loki’s face again as he finally slowed his movements before pulling his fingers out of you and lifting his head.

“I h-hate you.” You finally spoke as you floated down from your high.

“I love you too.” Loki smiled, licking his lips.

“I don’t know whether I should be outraged or thankful to the woman who taught you how to do that with your mouth.” You joked, repeating his earlier words.

“Judging by how wet the bed is now, thankful.” He replied coyly, settling above you again.

“If you think I’m going to let you fuck me now, you’ve got another thing—oh” you began, pausing as Loki began sliding inside of you, your arousal the perfect lubricant.

“You see, one doesn’t simply force open an oyster to collect a pearl” Loki started, bottoming out “you must gently ease it open, be very delicate with it and it’ll keep producing more and more.” He finished, pulling out before sliding back inside.

“You really are drunk aren’t you.” You laughed, meeting his thrusts as you lifted your hips.

“Barely” he replied, eyes closing “ughh, y/n.”

“So I’m just an oyster?”

“Well you are quite stimulating.” He smiled, increasing his thrusts. He was still so sensitive, it wouldn’t take him long now.

The words exchanged between you both turned into sounds as Loki fucked you, eager to cum. You were left trembling, another orgasm overtaking you before there was silence, both of you laying tired in the tatters of your lovemaking.

Loki after y/n had one orgasm

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