from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸
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remember when i said matt could cum untouched because of his heightened senses?? well—
cw: 18+ only || f masturbation, cumming untouched, technically voyeurism but also not really??, a bit of cum play at the end hehehe
the wet slushing sound that fills matt's ears makes him feel lightheaded. he drops his head back on the armrest of the couch with a shuddering breath, his hips bucking up and meeting empty air. he groans in frustration.
"matty," you moan from the other side of the couch. one of your legs rests beside his head. he grabs your ankle and presses his mouth to your calf, sinking his teeth on the tender flesh when a waft of your smell hits him like a truck.
"fuck matty, i'm so close," you whimper, curling two of your fingers inside your pussy, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. it's not the same as his cock— it'll never will be— but it makes do for now.
"i know," he pants like he just ran a marathon. his stubble scratches your skin as he strokes his cheek on your leg like a kitten. "i know, sweetheart. i can smell you from here— fuck." he licks his lips and shivers when he senses a new drop of slick coat your fingers.
"can i cum?" you ask sweetly. he can practically see your pout in his mind. "please, matty, can i cum?"
he's nodding even before you can finish begging. it's all too much for him; your mewl of his name, your pretty little "thank you"s, your smell and the warmth of your skin against his and the sopping, empty sound your little hole makes when you take your fingers out with a spent sigh. it hits him suddenly— the world on fire goes white as he cums all over his stomach and a bit of his chest with a low moan.
he blinks disbelievingly at the ceiling, his mind reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. you get on your knees and crawl over him, matt hissing when your glistening fingers graze his cock.
"can't believe we just did that," you giggle, drawing circles on the droplets of cum that cover his scarred torso.
he huffs out a laugh, searches blindingly for your wrist and brings your hand to his mouth. he licks both of your juices but leaves a little for you, urging you to taste it before pulling you into a deep kiss.
Please remember: Matthew Murdock is blind. Yes, he can see in "other" ways; but he cannot directly see with the pupils that god has given him. So, please: remember that he uses a cane, he wears glasses and he very dramatically takes them off when he's w/someone he trusts. He needs to guide himself to a certain degree, and he reads braille. AND, yes!; if you're writing romance/lemon/smut/intimate scenes; please please please, keep that in mind bc it makes things way more intriguing as a reader and for you as a writer to expand you're MIND.
I can stop think Matt with booklover reader I love books ( it end with us, ugly love) and Matt give me so much vibe miles archer from ugly love
so I’m soooo adding the booklover x matt to my list (I promise I see all requests and will get to them)
but I’ve not read ugly love. I’ve tried two of her books now, and there’s just something about them I don’t vibe with.
but! here’s some minor thoughts.
matt with a book lover is *chefs kiss*.
because he finds it quite soothing when they turn the pages. enjoying the feel of the paper in between his when he takes it off them when they’ve fallen asleep.
they are able to stop his bleeding one night because they’ve read it somewhere. he’s not entirely sure it’s factual, but it does work.
matt rather loves listening to them when they read, as they get lost so much in a book their heart does a little flicker here and there as they’re reading.
he also loves how cuddly they get when the book takes a drastic turn.
because they spend so much time in other worlds, they’re more compassionate, so when he tells them about his secret, all they do is sit, mulling it over. Before making him promise not to lie again.
most of all, he loves listening to them talk about the plot. often smirking as they get higher pitched from excitement.
the day he takes them — as a gift — to choose whatever book they like from a bookstore in the city, he’s not sure anything can wipe off his smile. the way their heart practically skips out of their chest, their arms flinging around his neck.