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#i will be protecting them both #so pure #so perfect #matt murdock

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Text Posts: Matt Is Tiredᵀᴹ edition

#love him #baby boy #matt murdock

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Charlie Cox putting on the Daredevil cowl for the first time on set        

Marvel Studios: Assembled- The Making of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law

#look at this dork #daredevil #she hulk #she hulk spoilers #charlie cox

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Matt Murdock/Red Queen/Queen of Hearts mashup❤️🖤

#enstatia back at it again #absolutely killing me #i mean come on #it's stunning #matt murdock

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the martyrs, the saints, the saviors

they all end up the same way: bloody and alone.

#excuse me #how dare this be so beautiful #matt murdock

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Charlie Cox has been training with Team KF Martial Arts in Dublin to prepare for his next role 👀

#i am ferral #look at him #charlie cox

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forgot about this look! love it so much. the blindfold over his eyes just hits differently

#honestly this is such a look #lil matt #matt murdock

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“Stop acting like these things just happen to you. No one’s making you go out all hours of night fighting bad guys. And nobody makes you lie to your friends, over and over again.”

#my heart has been ripped out #this gifs are keeping me alive

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The LA sunlight, happiness, and being free from the throes of chronic depression (even if it's just for a little while) is a good look on you, Matthew 💕

#HE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY #she hulk spoliers #she hulk

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“Oh, would not mind seeing Daredevil again. A woman has needs”

- Jennifer Walters, most relatable superhero in cinematic history

#i mean yes #obvs #she hulk spoilers #she hulk

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Desperation ψ (Matt Murdock/gn!Reader)

Summary:

He shouldn’t be doing this.

He really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

But it’s just that you’ve been gone so long, and he misses you, and he misses this—the sweet smell of you filling his senses, the softness just like your skin.

Rating: E/18+ only

WC: 1.5k

Tags/warnings: Matt x A Pillow; very very subby Matt; M masturbation; dirty talk; sexual fantasies; established relationship; pure f*cking filth; reader isn't gendered, though there is discussion of Matt being inside you

A/N: inspired by THIS post by @mindidjarin and @c4psicle and THIS fic by @pastafossa that I haven't been able to stop thinking about since October. If I wasn't going to hell before this, I sure am now 😅

EDIT: now with a ~remix~ by the wonderful @jubileestreetv where you come back and catch Matt in the act 👀

He shouldn’t be doing this.

He really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

But it’s just that you’ve been gone so long, and he misses you, and he misses this—the sweet smell of you filling his senses, the softness just like your skin. It’s only been days since you left, but it feels like weeks. Just a quick trip out of the city to visit a friend, you had said. Only for the long weekend.

On day two without you, Matt was clawing at the walls. Now it’s day three, and he’s resorted to this.

His thick thighs are spread wide to make room for the pillow between his legs. His cock is stiff and weeping onto the soft fabric. He had woken up like this, so fucking hard, aching for some kind of stimulation. If you were here, you would’ve made a joke about his enthusiasm, and then you would’ve crawled on top of him and stroked him while kissing his neck and murmuring pretty words with all the softness of the day before dawn.

But you’re not here. Matt woke up to a cold and empty bed with only the ghost of you lingering in the divot you’ve worn into the left side of the mattress and the ephemeral presence of your scent still hanging in the air. He discovered on the second night that your scent is stronger if he sleeps on your side of the bed. When he breathes deep, he can catch all the unique contours of it: the rich, floral smell of your fancy shampoo, the one you told him he’s not allowed to use; the milky vanilla scent of the lotion you rub into your hands and feet; the musk of your sweat and your sex that’s strongest in his bed. It’s the latter that inspired the dream that left him in this condition.

Here, straddling your pillow between his thighs, rutting against it like a goddamn animal.

The fabric isn’t as soft as you. Nothing is. In all the silk sheets and fine-woven clothes Matt has indulged in over the years, he’s never felt anything as perfect and soft as the slick heat of your body. Each time he’s inside you—with his fingers or his tongue or his cock—he discovers heaven all over again. There’s nothing quite like that feeling, but your pillow is close.

It’s already wet from the pre-come drooling from his cock. It feels like he’s never been this hard in his entire life. The desire burns between his hips, driving him to rock against the pillow again, again, again, chasing something just out of reach. The muscles of his lower back and his ass throb from the effort, but he doesn’t once consider stopping. Not when each thrust drags the silk under the sensitive underside of his length and releases another wave of your scent floating up to him.

“F-fuck,” Matt hears himself groan. “Ah— ah— shit.”

He’s a mess. He can hear it in his own voice, ragged and staccato, echoing in the industrial space of his bedroom. It’s quiet outside, as quiet as the Kitchen ever gets, and he’s hyper-aware of every noise produced by his movements: the subtle creak of the bedsprings, the rock of the bed against the floor, and his own desperate, frantic noises. Whimpering. Whining. High-pitched, needy sounds spill from his mouth, the kind of noises that he tries to stifle when he’s with you because they’re just so pathetic. His hands are curled around the headboard and he rests his forehead on the back of his right hand, his back bowing as he bends forward and tries to catch his breath.

He shouldn’t be doing this. Even as pleasure shimmers up his spine and makes the world glow red, guilt twists hot and burning in his gut. He feels like he’s violating you somehow. Defiling you. Humping your pillow falls into the same category of depravity as sniffing your goddamn underwear, and still Matt can’t make himself stop. The guilt just makes it worse. He’s too accustomed to suffering; he’s too used to enjoying pain. So the white-hot burn of guilt in the pit of his stomach just makes him harder.

“Oh—oh, God,” Matt pants. His breathing is hard and fast; his lungs can’t take in enough oxygen. “Oh, God. Hh—oh, nnh.”

He’s going to have to throw out this pillow. He’s going to have to buy new pillows and come up with some ridiculous lie about bleeding on them or something. You’ll come back and lay beside him in his bed and be none the wiser of what he did when you were gone.

His peak is right there, hanging in front of him, just out of reach. Each thrust brings him closer. Each drag of the silk fabric over the head of his cock pushes him further and further towards the edge. But it’s not enough. It’s not fucking enough. It’s not you.

Matt digs his teeth into his lower lip and lets his head hang between his hands as he tries to concentrate. He summons up the memory of you—the night before you left, when you swung your legs across him and settled into his lap like you belonged here. He thinks of the spill of your soft thighs over his hips and the heady musk of your sex filling the small bedroom. He remembers gripping your waist and encouraging you to ride him harder, faster—

C’mon, use me, baby. Grind on my cock. Anything you need, sweetheart. Take it. It’s yours.

Another fragment of a memory rises, like bubbles floating to the surface of his mind: your hands traveling up from his stomach to his chest, nails digging into his skin along the way. Pain and pleasure, two sides of the same coin. He threw his head back and bared his neck to you and you pounced, just like he knew you would. He relishes in the memory of your fingers curling under his jaw, tightening around the thick veins on either side of his throat. You had kissed him so sweetly and praised him—

Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Matty? Letting me use your cock. Letting me fuck you until you cry. Mm, I can feel it, I know you want to come.

Your words echo in his mind, as clear and present as if you were actually here.

Watching him.

The realization strikes Matt like lightning. He wants that. The rutting of his hips grows faster and more erratic as he grinds his cock against your pillow. What if you came back right now? What if you saw him like this? The thought burns inside him, liquid fire spreading from his stomach to the tips of his fingers.

What would you think about the sight of your boyfriend fucking your pillow? The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the buttoned-up lawyer, the good Catholic boy, rutting his cock on your pillow because it smells like you. It’s pathetic, you would think that he’s pathetic and perverted. It’s filthy and it’s depraved and the shame that washes over Matt grabs onto his desire and drags him over the edge with a hoarse moan.

Matt cries out your name as he comes. His hands are still curled in fists around the headboard and his spend splatters across the pillow and his stomach, hot and sticky. It’s incontrovertible evidence of this filthy, depraved act. But even that isn’t enough. He’s too greedy, and he keeps going, dragging his softening cock through his own mess, chasing the painful edge of overstimulation. Maybe it’s penance for what he’s done. Maybe he’s a sinner who can’t stop himself. All he knows is that it burns the world away into a haze of white-hot pleasure and all he can smell is you and he can’t make himself stop, even if he wanted to.

When he finally collapses onto the bed, the world spins around him. Everything feels thick and fuzzy. He can smell the salt of his sweat and his come in the air, overpowering the lingering smell of you, and he wants you here so badly it hurts. His fingers grope for your side of the bed, even though he knows he’ll find it empty.

When did you say you’ll be back? At the end of the day? Too long; that feels like a lifetime away.

Matt heaves out a sigh and tilts his head back. Eventually the world will stop spinning and he’ll be able to get up and clean up the mess he’s made. But the world still feels hazy and unreal, so he just lays there—one hand on his stomach, one hand in the place where you belong—and waits.

[fin.]

masterlist | other matt fic

#CHRIST #I AM GETTING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING RN #ABSOLUTELY PERFECT #SWEET GOD #matt murdock smut

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AAAH 😭💜

#THE MOST BLESSED SHIT IVE EVER SEEN #absolute ray of sunshine #charlie cox

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YEAH JEN GET IT!!!

#will never not reblog this #perfect #she hulk #she hulk spoilers

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#Iwillnevershutupaboutthem

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law - Episode 9: Whose Show Is This?  

Taglist: @oscarseyebrow @the-little-ewok @mypedrom @prettylilhalforc @princessxkenobi @mariesackler @dailyreverie @nowritingonthewall @mandelirious @zinzinina @nadja-antipaxos @einno-arko @mario-pratt  

#the romance #yes thank you #the family bbq #shdjwnroxnaosnt #she hulk spoliers #she hulk

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#theydelivered

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law - Episode 9: Whose Show Is This?

Taglist: @oscarseyebrow @the-little-ewok @mypedrom @prettylilhalforc @princessxkenobi @mariesackler @dailyreverie @nowritingonthewall @mandelirious @zinzinina @nadja-antipaxos @einno-arko @mario-pratt  

#YES WE HAVE NEEDS #she hulk spoliers #she hulk

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she-hulk | whose show is this

it’s very expensive raising kids in l.a.

#I AM LIVING FOR IT #YES THANK YOU #she hulk spoliers #she hulk

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JUST WATCHED THE LAST SHE HULK AND UM, EXCUSE ME?

EXCUSE ME MATT SIR??

First of all even outside Matt the episode was FUCKING GENIUS. K.E.V.I.N. Feige is a robot??? K.E.V.I.N. acknowledging that historically there hasn't been much banging in the movies? JEN ASKING FOR THE X MEN? The fucking narrator and 'nope we're not doing the narrator, we're not that off the rails yet.'

I would die for this ep. DIE FOR IT.

BUT MATT???

Jen gleefully admitting to smashing Matt Murdock, I fucking howled.

Daredevil quite literally dropping in out of nowhere and looking both hot as fuck determined to help and also kind of confused about how he wound up there, but just resolves to flirt with Jen anyway? I am goddamn DEAD, I love this man.

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

MATTHEW MURDOCK. IN. FUCKING.

CASUAL

FLANNEL.

LOOK AT OUR BABYGIRL, HE'S SO SOFT AND HAPPY AND HE'S DOING A FAMILY LUNCH WITH JEN AND HE'S FLIRTY, I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND, I AM HOWLING AT THE MOON, I AM BARKING LIKE A RABID COYOTE, I AM CLIMBING THE WALLS LIKE A PANICKED CAT AT THE VET, I HAVE LEFT FURROWS IN MY COUCH WHERE I CLAWED IT, GIVE ME MORE OF THIS FOREVER, DON'T LET HIM GO JEN

I'm sure I'll have more thoughts after a rewatch but that about sums it up.

#YESSSS #WE ARE SO BLESSED ON THIS DAY #EXTRA MATT #she hulk spoilers #she hulk