#charlie cox smut

[writingdumpster]

good boyfriend

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fem receiving oral, fingering, male receiving oral, cum eating, daddy! kink, p in v, creampie

summary: Matt's worried about being a good boyfriend because he's never had a relationship as serious as yours. To assure him he's a good boyfriend you tell him you love him the first time.

word count: 2,700

“Come back to bed, Matty.” 

You were wrapped up in his blankets looking over at Matt who was pulling clothes out of his dresser. He had only gotten you to let him out of your arms when he threatened to pee on you. But now he was defying his orders to immediately return to bed. 

“Foggy called,” he said. “We’ve got a problem with the Asimov case.” He picked up a shirt and then went to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Let Foggy handle it,” you said. Matt rested his hand on your hip over the blanket as he smiled down at you. 

“We’re partners, sweetheart,” he said. 

“No, you’re a control freak,” you said flatly. 

“I am not a control freak,” Matt said with a laugh. 

“Aren’t you, daddy?” You teased him. 

“Don’t start,” Matt warned. You sighed. 

“Matty, you told me that we’d have the whole weekend together,” you complained. 

“And we will, sweetheart. I’ll only be gone a few hours. It’s just a quick meeting,” he said. Matt started to rise. You reached forward and grabbed the hand that Matt had resting on your hip. 

“You promised, Matt.” Matt could feel the way you were staring at him. He could sense the disappointment in your expression and taste the salt in the air as tears welled in your eyes. It was the use of his name that changed his mind. You didn’t call him ‘Matt.’ Ever. You called him ‘Matty,’ or ‘Murdock,’ and even the occasional ‘Matthew,’ but never Matt. Not since your second date. He had to stay. 

“I did, didn’t I?” He asked rhetorically. 

“Yes. You did,” you said firmly. He nodded. 

“I’ll call Foggy and tell him I can’t go,” he said. He heard your face move as you smiled. 

“Thank you, Matty,” you said. 

“You don’t need to thank me,” Matt said. “I promised you. Wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t keep my promises.” 

“You’re a good boyfriend, Matthew,” you said softly. You tugged on his hand, pulling it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. 

“Am I? Really?” His voice was raw and you could hear the fear in his tone. 

“Matty,” you murmured. You sat up from the bed and swung your legs over the edge so you could face Matt properly. You took his other hand in yours, your fingers tangling between his. “Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I mean…I’ve never been with someone this long. I don’t know how I’m doing. And it’s not like I’m…normal,” he said. You chuckled. 

“You think I want someone normal?” You teased him. 

“You know what I mean, sweetheart. You got a lot more than you bargained for with me,” Matt said. There was worry on his face. You hated to see him like that, especially on his day off. You looked up at him. You still had his hands in yours but he felt miles away. 

“Sit down with me, Matty,” you called to him as you tugged on his arms. Matt smiled softly, the expression on his face lightening. He sat on the edge of the mattress, but you pulled him back further onto the bed so you could seat yourself in his lap, straddling his hips. He chuckled as you shoved him around.

“Was pushing me necessary to the conversation?” Matt asked as his hands settled on your ass. You pushed your hands against his chest gently.

“Sorry, do you want me to get off?” You taunted him. His grip on your body tightened. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said. You giggled as you slid your hands over his chest up to his shoulders, one of them reaching behind his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. There was a moment of quiet as you looked over every inch of Matt. He smiled softly as he felt the way you were looking at him, knowing that just as he did with you, you paid attention to every detail of him that you could sense. 

“You’re a good boyfriend, Matthew,” you said after a moment. 

“You swear?” He asked. 

“Matty, the vase in my kitchen hasn’t been empty since we started dating,” you said. 

“Anyone could buy you flowers,” he said. He was a true Catholic, never taking credit for any of the good things he did.  

“But no one else ever has,” you told him. A frown remained on Matt’s face. You were searching for what to say to him to make him understand just how good he really was. “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, Matty,” you said frankly.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better,” he said dismissively. He looked so forlorn and it was breaking your heart. You took a deep breath, gearing up to tell him something you had known for a while, but had been too afraid to say. 

“I love you,” you said. Matt’s head snapped up to face you. 

“Really?” He asked in disbelief. You smiled softly at him. 

“Yeah, Matty. I love you. A lot, actually,” you told him. Matt grinned. 

“I love you too,” he said. “Also a lot,” he added. You chuckled lightly. You leaned forward and kissed Matt gently, but he pulled you in closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moving it against yours. His hands explored the curves of your body beneath the old Columbia shirt of his you were wearing. 

“Let me show you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel my love,” Matt murmured against your lips. “Please, baby,” he pleaded when you didn’t respond immediately. 

“Show me, Matty,” you drawled. “I want to feel you.” Matt let out a low groan. He pushed you down onto your back sliding down between your legs. His fingers were drawing lines down your sides as he settled on his stomach. He found the waistband of your underwear. His head turned in your direction. 

“May I?” Matt asked. You nodded. 

“Please,” you whispered. He smirked as he tugged down your underwear. He pushed your legs apart and reached out his hand running his thumb along your opening. You were wet already. You were wet pretty much any time you were around Matt. He knew and he relished in the smell of you any time he was around you. It cut above the perfume you wore and the scented shampoo. It haunted his senses and made him desperate for you anytime you were near. 

“Hmm,” he hummed contentedly. “So wet. Is it for me?” His voice sounded innocent somehow. Sweet and unassuming. Like he didn’t already know the answer. 

“Of course it’s for you, Matty. Always you. Only you.” Matt moaned. 

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you t—ahh!” Matt dove his tongue into your pussy, slurping at your hole before moving to lick circles around your clit. 

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he muttered against you. “Absolutely divine.”

“Feels so good, Matty,” you murmured. Matt alternated between fucking you with his tongue, suckling on your clit, and licking circles around it. He listened closely to your heart and your breathing, focusing on the same spot whenever your heart picked up a bit or your breath caught in your throat. “Matty?”

“Hmm?” He hummed against you. You moaned wildly at the vibrations 

“Your fingers,” you panted out. Two of his fingers found your entrance plunging into you at once. You moaned loudly as Matt began thrusting his ring and middle fingers in a solid rhythm against your walls. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against your body. “Give me what I want.” You let out a strangled moan as Matt wrapped his lips around your clit once more and sucked harshly, making your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. Matt kept his movements against your body until he felt your hand pulling at his hair tugging his head away from your body. “Feel good?” He teased you. He listened as you caught your breath, relishing in every moment that you were unable to speak. You smiled at Matt when you had recovered. You pulled him up your body and pushed him onto his back. 

“Your turn, Murdock,” you sang sweetly. Matt listened as you grabbed his underwear and pulled them down his legs. His hard cock sprang up, finally free of its constraints. You let out a small hum of pleasure at the sight and Matt smirked. 

“You like what you see, sweet girl?” He taunted. 

“You know I do,” you said as you settled between his legs. You reached forward and wrapped your fingers around the base of Matt’s cock. His breath hitched. You gave him a gentle squeeze. “Mmm. Can’t wait to have you inside me.” 

“We can skip to that part,” Matt called down. You chuckled. 

“No, Murdock. You’ve gotta feel how much I love you too,” you said. Before he could reply you leaned down and took the tip of his dick in your mouth. Matt moaned roughly. You sucked at the tip, sliding your tongue through the slit at the top of his cock. His breathing was growing more and more ragged, but you were still focusing only on the tip. 

“Take the whole thing, baby. Please,” Matt whined. You hummed a ‘no’ around him and he let out a whimper. “Please, baby. Please. Just a little bit more, baby. Just a little deeper.” You kept your focus on his tip and Matt gave a pained whine. He threw his head back against the mattress in frustration. You smiled around him before pushing yourself down his whole cock, letting him hit the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, baby!” Matt shouted. He jerked his hips against you and moaned loudly. You bobbed your head up and down a few times, moving your hand in unison with your mouth. Matt was gasping and whimpering when you took his balls in your free hand, squeezing them gently. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” Matt cried. “Don’t stop, feels so good!” His hand went to your hair, winding into it so he could control your movements slightly. You only made a few more strokes before you felt him spilling into your mouth. Matt was moaning and his hips were shaking against the mattress. You hummed happily at the taste of his cum, swallowing every drop. You leaned back onto your knees and smiled down at him as he came down from his high, gasping and twitching as he settled.

“Can you go again?” You asked when he had calmed. Matt chuckled. 

“For you? Always.” He said. He sat up from the mattress and smashed his mouth against yours. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over, throwing you onto your back. You giggled. Matt was kissing all down your body, every inch of you covered by him in some way or another. 

“Do you need a minute?” You asked. Matt’s lips popped off your nipple, licking over the nub before moving his lips up to your neck. 

“Tell me you love me again,” Matt murmured against your neck. You smiled. 

“I love you, Matthew Murdock. More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” you sang. Matt moaned deeply. 

“I don’t need a minute,” he said. You looked down and saw that he was hard again. You felt your heart throb as you realized that your love was what turned Matt on. You let out a small moan of your own. 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. Matt lined his tip up with your soaked entrance. He slowly began pushing into you, both of you moaning in unison as his cock stretched you out. You could feel every inch of him filling the emptiness that you felt when he wasn’t around. He was deep inside you, reaching places in your body that no other man had touched. He started to pull out again once he was all the way inside you, but you grabbed his hips and pulled his body into yours. 

“Wait!” You called. “I need to feel you this way,” you said. Matt nodded. He pushed deeper into you, so that there wasn’t any space between the two of you. “God, you’re so deep, Matty.” Your cunt flexed around Matt and he groaned. 

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.” 

“It’s your pussy, Matty. Belongs to you,” you moaned. Your hands moved to Matt’s shoulders, holding him firmly. “Fuck me, Matty.” Matt shifted onto his forearms and began slowly moving his hips against you. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his hips. He began to hit you at a deeper angle as he sped up, creating a steady rhythm against your body. You started moaning roughly as Matt began rolling his hips. You dug your nails into his back. 

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He taunted. You nodded and let out a strangled moan in agreement. 

“Love your cock, Matty!” You cried roughly. He grabbed your legs, unhooking them from his body. 

“Turn over and get on your knees,” Matt instructed you as he pulled out. You whined when you felt empty again, but quickly followed his instructions. Matt took your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He lined himself up and pushed his tip into you. He stilled his hips once he’d gotten his head in. You looked over your shoulder at him, wondering what the hold up was and saw him grinning at you. You were about to question him when he opened his mouth. “Work for it.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you said. You turned back to face forward as you pushed your hips back against Matt. He moaned roughly as he felt you wrapped all the way around him once more. You began pushing your hips back against him in a steady rhythm, pulling moans from yourself as you worked against his cock. 

“I need you deeper,” you cried. Matt leaned forward and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you away from the mattress and against his chest. He grabbed your arms, holding them behind your back. He began thrusting into you quickly, slamming his hips against yours. 

“Is this deep enough for you, baby?” Matt whispered in your ear. You felt his cock pushing into the wall of your stomach as his relentless movements continued. 

“Yes, daddy! Feels so good!” You screamed. Matt reached around your body with his free hand and began rubbing quick circles on your clit. The noise you made was almost inhuman in the amount of pleasure it proved. 

“Come on my cock and I’ll fill you up, sweetheart,” Matt growled into your ear. 

“Ohh! Fu–u–uck, Matty!” You cried. His words were enough to push you into your orgasm and you let out a high pitched whine as pleasure overtook your body. You shook uncontrollably in Matt’s arms and your eyes rolled back in your head. Your walls were pulsing relentlessly against his cock and he let out a deafening groan as he came into you. He fell forward onto the mattress, trapping your body beneath him as you milked him of everything he had to give you. 

You were both catching your breaths, your minds reconnecting with your bodies after the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasms you’d given each other. 

“You’re squishing me,” you murmured against the pillow when you had calmed. Matt pushed off you immediately, rolling to your side. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured. You shifted onto your side so you could face him and reached out to push some of the sweaty hairs off his forehead. 

“It’s okay, Matty. I still love you,” you said with a grin. Matt grinned right back. 

“I love hearing that from you,” he said sweetly. 

“I love being able to say it,” you said. Matt leaned forward and kissed you chastely. He was smiling in your direction, clearly dazed by how much he was hopelessly in love with you when panic spread over his face. 

“Shit!” He shouted and shot up from the bed, hands digging through his bedside table.

“What?” You questioned as you sat up from the mattress. 

“I didn’t call Foggy!”

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[geminijade]

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[whoreofdilfs]

dear god i need him now please

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[dilfth1rster]

Do you all see what I see? Charlie Cox is packing 🤤

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[iloveprettyboysblog]

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[fettuccin-e]

Matt Murdock Fic Recs

I adore Matthew Murdock, and there are so many talented Matt writers out there I needed to keep a list of my faves in the whole world. (PLS give these authors a ton of love!! Comment and reblog dear people!!) also if u are on this list and would like to be removed, let me know!!!

You Oughta Know by @pedrito-friskito

>> A College!Matt fic about confessing your feelings to him for the first time (I literally love college!matt sm he is my babygirl and also i love mutual pining)

Call Out My Name by @leossmoonn

>> Matt catches you in a *private* moment alone, moaning his name. He can't help but make his presence known. (I love the caught masturbating trope, in any scenario. also,, omg they were ROOMMATES)

Temptation by @yourbucky084

>> You and Matt have been dancing around your feelings for far too long. A hotel mishap just might be your breaking point. (okay,, PLS read this omg,, i mean, mutual pining, only one bed, SMUT?? what more could u want tbh)

Treacherous by @peterman-spideyparker

>> You weren't supposed to fall in love with Matt. That's the whole point of "friends with benefits". But when Matt suddenly finds someone new, you can't seem to choke down your feelings anymore. (BIG ANGST, BIG COMFORT, BIG HAPPY ENDING!! pls i love hurt/comfort, especially with college matt)

Studying by @chxrrysangel

>> It's supposed to be the last time you're tutoring Matt, but you can't bear the thought of being apart from him. Matt can't seem to let you go, either. (omg virgin matthew holy fuck im FERAL)

To Hear a Heartbeat by @maroonmusings

>> Matt's been trying so hard to cope with losing you after the blip, but he's barely hanging on. He struggles though every day, until he suddenly hears your familiar heartbeat again. (UGH THE ANGST?? the relief is literally palpable in this i love it)

Rain by @itwasthereaminuteago

>> When it's raining like it is, Matt can't just let you walk home after your date. Maybe you both could heat each other up. (my summary is so cheesy lol but this is so well-written i am just ashdbakfljkd)

Too Much Ain't Enough Love by @marvelswh0re

>> You've teased Matt just a little too much and left him wanting. He thinks you deserve a little punishment for being so bad. (SMUT. GOOD SMUT. my slutty brain can't take this omg)

Aere Perennius by @saintmurd0ck

>>  Matt murdock’s love for you can only be described as ‘aere perennius’, or more lasting than bronze. (This is,, just,, pure poetry. I genuinely shed a tear reading this because it is so fantastically gorgeous. I could go on and on about this fic,, I read it constantly)

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[wh4re4marvel]

Pray for forgiveness.

(not my gif)

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone so long. This was supposed to be up in March but life got, very life… Anyways here it is now, please enjoy. As always READ THE WARNINGS, and MINORS DNI, my work is strictly always 18+ and I’m also not responsible for anyone’s content consumption. Also, unrealistic but reader is 20+ in a private catholic college.

Summary:

A night out with friends after school leaves you tumbling the street of Hell's kitchen alone. Still in your shit school girl uniform brings the pervs out from the dark alleys, and the one and only hero Daredevil comes to your rescue. Now semi-sobered up,  the masked man is now the reason your heart is pounding, and he can hear it. He can smell what he's doing to you just by being in your presence. He's just going to take you somewhere private, to protect you of course. Your teasing makes things take a bit of a turn, and Matt takes you in the one place he never thought he'd do such a thing. A church.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader

Word Count: 2,600+

Warnings: Smut, p in v, dirty talk, religious talk and symbolism, mature actions in a church, hair pulling, choking, heightened senses, no protection, legal age gap, pet names, lots of dirty talk

    You hiccuped stumbling the streets of Hell's Kitchen. A drunken smile plastered on your lips that didn't seem to leave as you thought about home. Missing your comfortable bed. Getting drinks with friends was fun, and easy because no one seems to care about an ID if you show some cleavage. Of course the shitty clerk wanted a number though. They always do.

    If the man just glanced at the patch on your button up shirt he'd notice it literally said Saint Mary's Private School. However, he couldn't even maintain eye contact so what's the shocker?

     Loud whistles startled you from your thoughts, looking left and right you figured they were for something or someone else. So you kept on moving, until the whistling started again. Yelling from behind you could be heard from miles. "Hey pretty girl, you lost?" "Need a ride home?" Those were the only two things you could fully make out. "Oh- I'm okay I'm going home." You tried your best to seem sober and get ready to run if they got any closer. "Saint Mary's hm? Do they know their students stay out past curfew to drink?" The tallest spoke up and moved closer. You stepped back slowly, with every step he took near. "I-I'm not- uhm..." your words got away from you. What did he even expect as a response? I mean come on...

    "Ah it's alright. This can be all of our secret. How about you come with me and we get some more drinks?" He seemed to be the leader, radiating confidence. Panic set in and before you knew it, bam flat on your ass. You were so upset with yourself and embarrassed. Horror movie mistake right here. Dumb girl tripping not even a minute in.

    Before you could scold yourself more, the street light above you went out with a crash. Like a rock was thrown at it, and it became nearly pitch black. The light wasn't doing much already. You screamed as arms scooped you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were being carried bridle style. Being ran with in someone's arms. You began to thrash and fight him off with your life. A thud was heard and you were back on your ass with a thud.

"Hey hey hey, calm down, I'm daredevil. There were a lot of them, so I thought just getting you out of there was best. Are you okay?" The man with a black mask on his head asked. It looked like a scarf. "Sorry, y-yeah." You were catching your breath when you took the time to see who saved you. How his shirt hugged him, how deep his voice was, how plump his lips were. How could you be thinking about that at a time like this?

  Matt heard your heart race and was worried. What could be wrong? "Are you hurt at all?" He asked trying to figure out what the problem was. "Oh- uhm no. I think I maybe scraped my legs a bit but it's nothing." You were fumbling over your words and tense, that's when it hit him.

The sweet smell of your aching cunt, your thin panties and short skirt not doing much to contain your excitement. "They're still around, looking for us. Should be gone in half an hour at the most." He explained, trying to focus his senses elsewhere. "Okay, t-thank you so much. You really don't have to stay, you've done s-so much already." God you hoped he'd stay... "I rather be safe than sorry. It's no problem at all." While he was ready to sit in a comfortable silence, you were rather bored and interested. "What's your name Mr. Daredevil?" You asked, fidgeting with your skirt. He chuckled, "now why would I tell you that?" The slight shake of his head made you smile. "Was worth a shot. I'm Y/N." You giggled a bit, that lingering alcohol made you more confident, hoping to see under that mask by the end of the night.

"Well Y/N what are you doing out at this time of night all alone?" The tone was taunting. It made your cheeks heat up and smile grow, glad he likely couldn't see you with the thick layer of black cloth over his eyes. He could hear your heart beat quicken as the smell of your dripping cunt ever so lightly hit his sense of smell again. He inhaled deeper through his nose, desperate for more of that sweet sweet smell between your thighs, he could almost taste it. Fuck he really wanted to taste you...

"Was with friends, then poof, I was all alone, but now I'm alone with you sir." Something about the way you said the last word made his already semi hard cock throb in his pants.

"Sir? You're catholic aren't you kitten?" He asked and the nickname made your brows raise and cunt ache. The masked man seemed to notice as he smirked. Cocky bastard.

"Born and raised in the church, never missed a sunday, I'm a really good girl sir." Absolute filth. You attempted to sound as innocent as possible, but the intention behind your words was clear as seduction was thickly laced in your tone. "I'm having some trouble believing that." You admired his smile as the words fell from his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows, lips in a pout. "What's so hard to believe?" Your tone was playfully hurt, he could hear the smile in your voice.

"Well, for starters, something tells me good catholic girls aren't roaming the streets in hardly any clothing and drunk on a Saturday Night, and honey the way I can smell how wet your sweet little pussy is, now that's just sinful." He was standing before you now. Head tilting as he stood above you, smirk plastered on his lips still. Not faltering for a single moment,

"Cat got your tongue kitten? Then let me give your pretty little mouth something to do." You bit your lip harshly in excitement and overwhelming nerves as the masked man undid his pants.

Minutes into him fucking your mouth and you were an absolute train wreck. Body shaking, thighs drenched with your slick, no time like the present to ovulate I guess. Your eyes were puffy from how much crying you've been doing, mouth painfully aching as it stretches to take all of what he's giving you, your nose smashing into his pelvic bone again and again, hair tangled in his rough hands and your angelic whimpers and gags as you take him so well.

"Such a good girl, you were right. Taking me so well." He groaned and you were in absolute awe, everything about me this man absolutely mouth watering. Down to his core he was sinful. The way he smelled even was lustful. He had to have been sent by the Devil himself, with the way he was built like an absolute perfect God.

Before he finished in your mouth he pulled you off, your spit coating him and running down your chin. He tugged on your jaw, pulling you to your feet slowly. Your shaky legs almost giving in.

      "Want me to fuck you pretty girl?" He purred, one hand gently around your throat as the other slid up your skirt, feeling how wet you really were. "Use your words." The demand rather present in his tone. It felt as if something was blocking your words from leaving your lips, you were scared. No guy your age had made you feel anywhere close to this good and he's hardly touched you.

    "That's alright, I'll get you rambling again kitten." Before you could ask what he meant, his fingers slid past the thin lacy drenched material of your panties, rubbing your wetness all along your folds as his middle finger ran up and down the slit of your eager pussy.

     "So wet all for me? Bet you'd worship me huh? Already at a loss for words and I'm barely putting my finger tips on you sweet girl." Every word was taunting and left you beyond flustered, not to mention so incredibly horny. "Please." The word fell from your lips pathetically, you just wanted him so bad. No idea how much longer you can handle any of his teasing. Your eyes already beginning to water as you clench around nothing for probably the hundredth time.

    "Please what?" Then his fingers left you completely and you swear you've never felt so ruined. Beyond pathetic you began to babble pleas and whining for the complete stranger in front of you. Matt wanted to take his time with you, something so fragile, naive, helpless, sweet and angelic. He could practically hear that cross chain necklace around your neck. If only God could see his little saint now.

“Please fuck me sir.” You whined, desperate for some contact or anything from him. Hell if he kept talking the way he did, while looking the way he did, you could definitely just make a mess in your panties from that alone.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he knew he lost control. Grabbing you by your hair, dragging you to the altar of the church. You had forgotten where the two of you were. Committing such sinful acts in such a holy place. You felt so dirty, your stomach slightly sinking but just for a moment before the devil himself tossed you onto the floor in front of wooden altar. A bible not even a foot away from where your knees landed.

“Pray.”

You must have misheard him, he’s kidding. You let out a nervous chuckle and turned to face him. His face unreadable especially with his eyes being covered. He didn’t seem to be joking though.

“You want to be fucked don’t you? Pray for it, and pray for forgiveness for making me have to deal with you being an absolute slut and taking care of your needs in a church of all places like the whore you are.” The harsh words sunk in, stinging a bit, but your body reacted much differently. Pussy flooding, dripping down your thighs and clenching, aching around nothing at his filthy words.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, otherwise I won’t fuck you kitten. And we both don’t want that now do we? Make sure to use your words this time.” The voice you heard was different from the same one that initially saved you earlier tonight. Deeper, darker and so full of pure lust.

“Yes sir.” You eagerly responded, so desperate for the man before you. You interlocked your fingers, bowing your head, with closed eyes you began to pray. Shame and guilt nowhere to be found as your hormones consumed you.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, please forgive me for I have sinned, and am about to continue to do so.” As you spoke, he began to pull you to your feet, making you pause. “Don’t stop, make sure you pray for me too kitten.” He purred in your ear, bending you over the altar. Your eyes widening as you felt him flip up your skirt. Not wanting him to stop though, you continued.

“Forgive us both for the sins we are about to commit, and how badly I want it. I need it.” The cold air against your pussy as he pulled your panties to the side made you gasp. Without warning, he pushed into you slowly making you dig your nails into the wood your face was being pressed into, one of his hands arching your back to his liking as he semi forced himself in. Regardless of how absolutely filthily wet you were, he was just too big to fit in with ease, but he’d make it fit.

“Say Amen now baby.” He demanded, sliding in and out extraordinarily slow. As soon as you parted your lips to speak he began to thrust into you wildly. Loud cries escaping you from the sudden sting ridden pleasure. No matter how hard you tried to quiet yourself, biting your lip, holding a hand over your mouth, nothing could keep the noises he drew from you down. You felt so filthy being fucked so brutally in such a place. The smallest pinch of guilt rose as you could almost feel the eyes of a Jesus statue across the room peering into your soul, but part of you liked that. How crude the acts you were committing were. Matt groaned as you clenched around him, his noises were Godly.

“How cute, you’re being torn apart by the Devil in a church kitten. And here you are loving every second. Gushing all over my cock with that pretty little pussy, if only your God could see you now Angel.” The praises and demeaning words had you whining, not sure if you wanted to hear more or for him to stop because you really loved every word that left his mouth.

“Oh God! Please don’t stop!” Interesting choice of words. Matt smiled as he was pounding away into you, releasing all his rage and frustrations into your abused hole. His orgasm close by already, having your mouth just been wrapped around him not long before.

“God? I can be that for you too Angel. Just call me sir for now pretty girl.” You felt as if you’d explode. So overwhelmed with pleasure you’ve never felt before, not quite like this, such an intense orgasm building and you’re right at the edge of it. Your stomach in absolute impossible endless knots, you didn’t even realize it until the salty taste hit your lips but you were sobbing. Such pleasure being foreign you couldn’t handle it.

“Aw you’re doing so good for me kitten, such a good little slut, all dumb on my cock, just drink on it aren’t you baby? Make a mess on it for me Angel. Put on a show for your God, show him what a dirty girl you are.” His words had you, if you weren’t about to cum before, you surely would now. Instantly once he stopped talking fluids came rushing out of you, squirting all over his cock and the tile floor. Your body trembling as he fucked you senseless through your orgasm, reaching his as your walls spasmed around his already close and sensitive cock.

His cum filling you up past the brim, a mixture of your fluids now in the tile before he even pulled out. Your bodies just stilling for a moment as you enjoyed the sensation of him emptying himself into you, and you being so incredibly warm and full inside.

A gasp and whine left from you as he slid out, his cum slipping out of you almost immediately as there was so much of it. Your legs gave out on you, and Matt had to grab you and hold your still shaking body steady. A smirk on his face from how he left you.

“You’re gonna need a lifetime of hail mary’s and never missing another Sunday of church again to be forgiven for that Angel.” A rather wide cocky grin adored his face, “my name is Matt by the way.”

Damn are you happy to have shitty friends right now.

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[ginasluttywhor3]

Dear Matthew Michael Murdock,

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The blindfold

Matt wanted to try something new. Now he has usually been open with things and will tell you all if the things that he likes especially when in bed but he had been holding off on this one. 😏

You are sitting on the edge of the bed and matt is standing in from to you. You feel so nervous right now. He starts to say

“Before we get started I need you to do a few things for me.”

“Ok” you say in a quiet shakey voice

“You will need a scarf or some length of fabric to use as a blindfold. And I want you naked and lying down on your bed, headphones on.”

You get off the bed and go into your drawer and grab a red piece of silk fabric and walk over to him. You look at him with your doe (your eye color) eyes and start to strip in front of him. And yes you know that he is blind but he can still see and sense everything you are doing.

“Mmhh” he lets out a low hum. He can already smell your arousal

Once you are naked, you lie down on the bed holding your blindfold

“Now let's get started. Just lie down and relax.” he said. Your heartbeat is picking up in speed. You are feeling very nervous but excited. He senses your heartbeat going up and cocks his head to the side. This just turns you on even more.

“ The first thing I want you to do is tie the scarf around your head. I don't want you distracted by anything.”

You tie the scarf around your head obeying his orders.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice. Feel everything around you slip away and disappear.... Just relax..... Feel yourself breathing.....Slowly inhale..... Hold it and then slowly let it out..... I want you to feel every part of your body.”

As you breathe in you feel calm and relaxed. The sound of his voice is so calming its like a trance. As you exhale, you let go of all the tension in your body. You feel the outside world getting farther and farther away, each time you take a breath.

“Inhale... And exhale... Slow... Calmly... Keep breathing as you listen to my voice... Inhale... And exhale.”

You keep doing as he says.

“Now I want you to bend your knees and draw your feet up until your legs are open for me.”

You bring your feet up getting even more nervous and aroused than you were before.

“Nice and wide.” he says “Feel how open and exposed you are... Feel everything around you... The temperature of the room... The sensation of any drafts or breezes washing over you.”

As you sink deeper and deeper into what he's saying you don't even notice that he has gotten closer to you.

“Keep your hands to your side, Resting, And breathe.”

Ask he keeps talking you are slowly feeling the need to be touched. You squirm a bit. You feel your body growing more sensitive.

“Your being such a good girl for me. Open and needy.”

You can feel it inside In your belly A small tingling sensation, desire, you need him so bad, Wanting to feel his touch.

You can feel him over your body shifting on the bed. The feeling is growing even deeper now.

“Please Matty” you whine. Spreading your legs even further. You can feel it in your thighs. Getting more and more sensitive.

“ I know baby but you need to hold back for a little while longer.”

He keeps teasing you and telling you all the things he wants to do to you but still won't touch you. You feel the desire Slowly consuming you.

You think about How good it would feel to be touched. But you keep your hands at your side. Just feeling the need, and The desire.

The tingling and sensitivity is now moving to your clit now.

“ please I can't take more. I need you so bad” you plead.

“Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my voice. Feel it in your belly. My words now inside you. Spreading to your thighs. And to your clit. Feel how much you want to be touched. Teased. Played with.” he says

You let out little moans and whimpers underneath him. He has some effect on you and he knows it. I mean he's making you feel all of this with just his words.

“Try to hold still and listen to my words and feel yourself getting wet for me.” he says

You let out more small moans and are a writhing mess under him.

“Open your legs wider. Knees apart. Spread for me. Place your right hand on your belly. Gently. Just let it sit for a moment.”

You do as he says but you feel the need to tough your self more. You want to rub your clit so bad.

“Feel my touch. My words. In your head. In your body. In your pussy.” he lets out a groan and you don't even have to see him to know that he is hard right now.

You slowly slide your hand up along your naked body. Over your chest To your throat And finally, touching your cheek. You Gently trace your fingertips over your cheek. Touching it gently. You imagine that that is matts touch.

“ that's it, good girl, feel my touch, my words, caressing you, so gentle” he says in a low voice.

You touch yourself so desperatelyad needy. Feel your hunger. Desire. It's like Every part of your body is now connected to your clit and you can feel every sensation between your legs.

“Now take the tip of your finger and trace it over your lips. Slowly. Think of pressing your lips to mine. Kissing me. The pressure of my lips against yours.”

As you touch your lips you kiss the tip of your finger. And keep tracing it over your lips. You can Feel your need growing.

“My touch. My caress. Playing with your lips. Now with your left hand, reach up and touch your throat. Wrap your hand around it, and imagine my fingers gently squeezing, pressing into your tender flesh.”

You Play with your lips and touch your throat. You keep moaning which is just turning matt in even more.

“Mmmhh Matty, I need you so bad.” you whimper

“Feel me starting to consume you. Your need starting to boil inside you. Feel yourself growing wetter for me. Your pussy feeling everything. My touch. My words.” he says.

You can hear him breathing now. You can Feel it on your skin. He is close to you now. Watching you writhe and squirm under him.

“Each sensation now slowly tracing a line to your wet pussy. Making your clit tingle. Think about how good it would feel to be touched there. Touched. Teased.” he says

You bring your hand down you your clit. Now playing with your clit. Feeling it starting to swell. Throb.

“Open your legs wider for me. Touch yourself. Feel it deep inside. Touch your throat. Trace your finger over it.” he says

You let out one of the most unholy moans ever finally being able to tough yourself. But he stops you.

“ ah ah I'm not done with you yet, you can keep going can't you? Come on be a good girl for me.” he says as you whine and retract your fingers from your needy clit.

You Feel your pussy growing more and more needy. Feel how much you want to touch yourself. How much you need it.

“Can you feel How much is it is starting to ache for me?” he says

“ y- yes please matty I want you so bad” you whine

“Not yet” he says sternly. “Now slowly move your hands down to your breasts. Touch your nipples. Play with them. Tease them. Feel them connected to your clit. Each touch making your hunger grow. They are connected now. Pinch them and pull them.”

You Tug at them and twist them and feel every sensation between your legs.

“ Think of me watching as your face changes and you become more and more lost. I want you to feel desperate for me. Needy. Slutty. Horny.” he says

You really need to touch your pussy. So much. But he won't let you. Not yet.

“I want you to feel the connection between your nipples and your clit. Just trace your fingers over them.”

You do as he says Barely touching them. Feel them stiffen.

“Tease them for me. I want to see you squirm for me. I want to hear you whimper and moan. Becoming my desperate, needy girl.” he says.

You feel yourself getting wetter and a moaning mess indeed him

“Keep playing with your nipples with your left hand. Touching them and teasing them. And with your right hand, slowly slide it down to your belly. Touch yourself there. Trace your fingers back and forth.”

Deep inside, you can feel your desire starting to overwhelm you. An orgasm starting to grow. Even without touching your clit or your pussy. Every sensation is connected. Everything makes your pussy swell and your clit tingle. Like an itch you can't scratch. So many feelings building. Growing. Frustration. Desire. You Raise your hips and trace your fingertip along your pussy lips. You Feel your wetness.

“Just one time. No more.” he says

You press your wet finger tip to your lips and wipe your wetness on your mouth.

“Feel the desire and need. Taste yourself. Now slowly touch your inner thighs. Draw your fingers inside your legs, just up to your pussy. But no touching. Not yet. Slower. Tease yourself for me. I want to see how wet and desperate I can make you.” he says

You keep playing with your nipples and touching your inner thighs.

“Feel how much you want to be touched.Your clit is so swollen and needy. Just like you. Every part of you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. All of you is now centered there. Feel it. Tingling. So desperate for my touch.” he says

His words have so much effect on you, you don't know how he does it. You just need him so bad.

“Place your hands back to your sides. No more touching.” he says

“Matty please I can't do it anymore. I need you so bad! I'll do anything PLEASE mmhhhh” you moan

“I'll let you touch yourself again soon, Just listen to my voice.”he says

You resentfully do as he says

“I want to caress your cheek. Touch you so gently.” he says

“Please, please do it. Touch me Matty” you moan

He Traces his fingers over your lips, making you hunger for his kiss. He wraps his hands around your throat, completely surrounding you. Pressing into you. His other hand now playing with your nipples, feeling them grow stiff at his touch. His hands exploring you. Touching you. Teasing you.

He senses your every reaction. His lips now on you. Kissing. Sucking your nipples. Kissing your belly. Gently pressing against the tender skin of your thighs. Raising his head up and pressing myself closer between your legs. Close. But not touching you.

You can feel his breath on your pussy. And he blows softly, right on your clit. Watching you and listening to you. Knowing how much you need his touch.

“Mmhh please matty please please pleaseeee” you plead

As you are begging you feel the tip of his tongue barely make contact with you. It lingers for what feels like forever and then it is gone.

It makes the aching worse. More swollen. More needy.

Then he does it again. Shorter this time. His hot breath mixing with short kisses and licking. Teasing you more.

you feel him take hold of your wrist and guide your hand between your legs.

He whispers into your ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

You take no time in doing that. He is watching you now as you do just that.

“I want to see you masturbate. For me. But I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. I want to watch you edge for me. I want you close. Needy. Desperate.” he says

You slowly rub your clit trying not to cum on the spot with how he is talking to you.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how desperate you are. Let my words fill you up. Show me your desire. Find that edge and hold yourself there for me.” he says

You feel your self getting closer and closer

“Your orgasm isn't for you. It is for me. And I want to make you earn it. I want every single part of you focused on your clit. On your pussy. On the touch that I am giving you. And now. I want you to cum for me.” he says

You rub your clit and feel that familiar coil building in your stomach

“Now. Cum.”

You feel the overwhelming sensation. You are writhing and squirming under him. A moaning mess just for him. As soon as you start to come down from your high he says,

“And listen. Because I want you to know. You are my toy. My slut. My treasure. My needy, desperate girl. My whore. My pet. But most of all. You are mine.” he says

You feel him shift on the bed and take the red silk blindfold off your head. You are so tired that you could fall asleep right then an there. He gets up and grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and soaks it in warm water and beings it back out to you.

He starts to clean you up and brings you your favorite pair of pajamas. He gets in the bed with you and snuggles up into you.

“ was that to harsh?” he says

No, that was amazing, you were amazing” you said you worry a but because he didn't get to feel good yet and you asked

“Do you want me to help you? I can if you want me to!” you say in a sleepy voice

“No it's ok you just read and get some sleep!” he says

“ I love you so much y/n” he says quietly sensing you heartbeat getting slower as you are falling asleep

“I love you too Matty.” you say quietly as you drift off to sleep. Matt soon falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat.

A/N: this is my first smut and I hope this is good. I hope it's not too cringe. I tried my best. 😂 if you guys have any requests you can let me know through messages or through the inbox.

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[lavendertales]

devil’s advocate—Matt Murdock x f!reader**

summary: you sure know how to get under Matt’s skin—and surprisingly, into his pants, too.

word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: work enemies to fuck buddies, lots of teasing, doggy, spanking, public action, female masturbation, cum play.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @mattmurdeaux 

He’s good at his job, you’ll give him that. Shit, he might even be great at it.

But this case was far more important to let rivalry get in the way. You needed a win.

And fortunately, you got it.

Beating Matt Murdock at law turned out to be more than satisfactory. The thrill of victory sent shivers down your spine, activating pleasure centers in your brain that you only ever felt when the competition was between you and him. And you definitely didn’t hold back in when it came to showing Matt exactly how you felt about winning that case.

“Wipe that smile off your face,” he warns, hands on his hips as you meet in the hallway.

“Would if I could,” you keep smiling. “But I can’t, so I shan’t.”

Matt makes a sound that only makes you happier to flaunt your win. Truth be told—to yourself and strictly to yourself—you’ve always been rather impressed by Matt’s skills and abilities that stretched far beyond the courtroom. He somehow managed to sense more than the normal man, and it wasn’t easy to do. While you’d never tell him, you’ve always found a sense of appreciation when it came to his private life.

Perhaps even a little envy on the side as well.

“Come on, Murdock! You live for the competition! Admit it, you’d be bored out of your mind without me spicing up your life.”

Matt inches closer to you, his warm breath hitting your smug face.

“I live to help others,” he coos. “Not to give in to whatever sick and twisted fantasies you got.”

“My fantasy is putting you to shame, so you could say I’m living it.”

Matt snickers, the sound ringing in your ears well after its passing. You know he’s displeased with the outcome of the trial, you know you’re getting on his every last nerve, but the thrill of it all makes your spine shiver in utter delight.

“A bit of a sick and twisted one, wouldn’t you agree?” he cheekily replies.

You huff, as mocking as you possibly can sound. “I’d rather choke than agree with you.”

Matt smirks—wide, obvious and obnoxious, afterwards releasing a chuckle that’s meant to be derogatory and mysterious at best.

Only you take it a different way.

“What’s so funny?” you can’t help but ask.

But Matt continues to laugh albeit your question, thus managing to anger you on what is supposed to be one of the best days of your career.

“We’ve all got our fantasies, don’t we,” he concludes, tone muffled as if talking strictly to himself.

You frown. Though the more you stare at the man in front of you with his cheeky smile and hands on his hips, the man who supposedly lost quite a big case today, you can’t help but think his reaction comes from an entirely different place. It’s not bitterness; it’s more, cleverly concealed under a thick layer of mild arrogance and confidence.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go grab a cup of coffee,” he adds, finally simmering down. “You can stay here and play with yourself while the next case arrives or you can snatch it right up.”

You smirk too this time. Now you’re catching onto his drift and frankly, it surprises you.

But definitely not in an unpleasant way.

After all, it has been a long day. Why should the joy be cut short?

“Is that your fantasy?” you ask, causing Matt to stop dead in his tracks and presumably stare at you, as if trying to hear you better.

“What did you say?”

Suddenly, Matt’s voice is coarser, lower and oddly enough, more unstable. His words do not reflect nearly half of the confidence he previously had, and it has you questioning his very being, as well as this moment in itself.

There’s not a single soul around. Somehow, the place has gone quiet, the people have vanished, and the only sounds to be heard are your and Matt’s breaths, heavier with each passing second.

“I think your hearing is good enough,” you retort. “So answer me, Murdock. Is that your fantasy? To—hear me play with myself?”

You were this close to saying something perhaps regrettable and insensitive, but you were glad you stopped yourself at the very last second. You don’t want anything ruining this moment, as confusing and pestering it might be.

However, Matt doesn’t respond. Not immediately, at least; he feels his temples break into tiny beads of sweat, his tie suddenly strangling him and his body burning up.

“Is that something you’d enjoy, Matthew? Hearing me moan while my hand traces between my legs, two fingers in and out of—“

“Stop.”

Matt gulps, his voice completely shaky and husky, filled with rage and lust alike. It infuriates him that you have this effect on him. You, of all people. His professional nemesis, his worst nightmare—and his most forbidden desire.

And you know you are way past skipping rope with the line between cordial and professional. You are way past the line, toying with his emotions like it’s nothing, and it wears the same impact on you. It’s undeniable and unrestrained, filthy in its simplicity and sinful in its anticipation.

“You’re a public menace,” Matt says between gritted teeth, visibly tense.

He moves closer to you, his hot breath now tickling your jaw, but you don’t push him away. You’re sadistically curious as to where this is headed.

“So I’ve been told,” you smile.

“You shouldn’t be doing the things you do.”

“Could say the same about you.”

“God, you’re so—aggravating.”

“So what are you gonna do about it, Matthew?”

You’re teasing him relentlessly and you have to admit, you’re fuckin’ loving this. It’s exciting and maddening, maybe because it happens with him, of all people.

“I could tell you,” he murmurs, one hand boldly grazing your cheek. “Or you could turn around and keep your mouth shut.”

You contemplate for too long, because the next thing you realize is that Matt’s calloused hands are spinning you around, pressing your body against the wall. What shocks you is that his touch carries a certain tenderness to it: the way he grabs your waist is confident and eager, but not hurtful. It already feels insatiable and maddening and you can only pray to some form of deity that no one walks in right now because you know shit’s about to get messy.

His lips find the back of your neck, peppering hasty and wet kisses on your skin as his hands work against your pants. You decide to give him a hand and, while you purposely back your ass against his crotch, unzip your pants and let them fall to your ankles, followed by your panties. Everything that Matt hears entices him to the fullest, even if he knows that on some fundamental, deep level it’s wrong.

But then it shouldn’t feel this good, this… ideal, wouldn’t it?

“Bit of a slut, are we, Matthew?” you tease through a devilish smirk, breaths shallower with each motion from your nemesis’ side.

“Are you really taking the moral high ground right now when you’re so—“

You gasp brokenly when Matt’s fingers tease your clit, barely rubbing the sensitive bud before moving down to your lips.

“Wet,” he finishes, and though you’re facing backwards, you can tell he’s smirking.

The way he says it, so filthy and cocky, makes you even wetter, and God, you cannot stand that. But you are currently standing with your legs spread, allowing him to rub his fingers against your pussy, so… yeah, who are you to take the moral high ground now?

“Are you gonna keep talking or get it over with?”

“Can’t handle a little competition?”

“For fuck’s sake, Murdock, would you just fuck me already so we can go back to hating each other?”

He bites your earlobe, and you instantly shudder and moan alike. The question is redundant though; you reckon deep, deep down that hate isn’t truly what this is about, otherwise winning the case and teasing Matt Murdock would not have felt this insatiably good.

And he’s barely touched you yet.

That is, until he actually starts fucking you. You’re not necessarily religious, but you suddenly wanna scream to all the deities you can think of.

The moment Matt spreads your legs further, wets his fingers to rub against your clit and pushes his cock past your lips, you throw your head back in ecstasy. It’s too much already: the way he fills you up, stretching past your walls into your heat sends you into a complete frenzy.

“God, you’re—a mess,” Matt grunts, barely pushing in and out of you, testing the waters as it were.

But it did sound like he changed his words at the very last second, perhaps to refrain himself from saying something half decent towards you.

“Yeah, like you’re any better,” you retort.

“I am.”

“Get off your high horse, Murdock.”

“Fine. I will.”

His words are more along the lines of “just for that, here’s what you’re gonna get”, because the next second, Matt picks up the pace. As in, starts to rail you at an almost impossible speed, having you squished against the wall while he uses your body as leverage for himself. He fucks you hard and fast from behind, not giving a damn that he’s breaking into a sweat or that his legs might cramp up. It feels too good, too forbidden and lustful to stop or pretend otherwise.

Suddenly, clever words abandon your mind. You’re reduced to a pile of goo, your hips grabbed harshly by Matt’s hands. Heat radiates from your bodies, lust fueling your every move and every sound, and you feel so dangerously close to coming that it should be alarming, really.

But oddly enough, it doesn’t alarm you. It feels… natural, like you should have been doing this the whole time since you’ve known each other.

Matt’s breaths are so clear in your ear you could swear they belong to you. His are just as ragged as yours, if not more, and you cheekily grunt when you feel one of his hands grabbing your ass cheek and then smacking it, the sound reverberating throughout the room.

“Fuck—I thought we were supposed t-to—keep it down—“you try your best to speak coherently, though there’s no way you can sound unaffected right now.

“You wanna play by the rules now? Hm?”

“Nah. You wouldn’t be such a daredevil then.”

It makes Matt smile in utter bliss upon hearing that statement, but he doesn’t say the reason behind it. He makes it his mission to thrust as deep and as fast as possible inside of you, feeling you squirm under his grip and hopefully turning your ass several shades of red from his prior treatment. He loves it, he absolutely loves it, and the irony is certainly not lost on him.

It must’ve been, what, five minutes since you were in that closet or whatever the hell it was? And it’s a miracle he lasted this long, because next thing he knows, he’s pulling out abruptly and turns your ass into the filthiest canvas ever. He easily imagines, lost in a trance, the way he shoots spurts of his warm seed on your skin, his cock twitching still in his hand.

It takes both of you a while to climb down, and it takes Matt even longer to hear that you’re building your own orgasm as your hand reaches between your legs and you play with yourself. Your breaths get ragged again, your moans turn into soft mewls, and Matt listens in with utmost desire.

“Do it,” he encourages. “Come on your fingers. Make it good.”

You can’t help but do just that; there’s no more rhythm, only messy motions over your clit. Matt helps you by whispering sweet nothings in your ear and kneading the reddened flesh of your ass to get you going, and it works. You come a few seconds later, your body still a mess thanks to your indecent—and only recently discovered—yearning.

“Well,” Matt manages to speak normally again. “That’s one way to solve a conflict.”

“There was no conflict, Murdock. I won today, fair and square.”

Matt smiles as he’s pulling his boxers and pants back up. “No arguments there.”

You search for something to clean yourself with before pulling your clothes up, and luckily you see a wash cloth that’s clean. Once you’re done and you’re back in your professional attire, you suddenly feel dirty. And again, the irony isn’t lost on you, either.

“You know what, you did well,” you say coyly. “My legs are wobbly and my ass is still warm thanks to your spanking and cum, so… let’s call this a win for both of us.”

“So generous of you, thank you.”

You cannot deny that his sass is attractive, and you cannot help but reciprocate each and every time. And there’s something magnetic about him in that post-coital bliss. He looks enchanting, the last thing you’d expect to think of your nemesis, but then again, you did not expect what happened merely moments prior.

You’re not sure where your wobbly legs are taking you, but the moment you look at him, you inch closer and cup his face, momentarily grazing his cheek and then pulling him in. You kiss him tenderly, as a thank you for calming down your high spirits, but there’s a hidden sensuality into it, as if to say… I like you.

And the way he reciprocates the kiss, as sweet as you, you think maybe, just maybe… he likes you, too.

“Oh, and by the way, you’re welcome,” you say when you break it off.

“For what?”

You nearly press your lips onto his earlobe as you lean in to whisper, “For fulfilling your fantasy about touching myself.”

And for the first time in his career and personal life, Matt Murdock is rendered speechless, and oddly parched, too. He hadn’t thought of that image at all, let alone as a potential fantasy, but now, he won’t be able to get it out of his head.

Or your sounds, or the way you felt clenched around his cock.

Fuck. Maybe he’s a little too good at what he does.

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Fade into you

Chapter 1. Crimson and Clover

{ now I don't hardly know her But I think I could love her Crimson and clover }

Chapter 2 here

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Note from the author: this is of course the first chapter/ installment of this ongoing Matt Murdock series. This series will be a whirlwind of heartwrenching angst, consistently stubborn characters, fluff fluff and more fluff and of course some spicey spicey smut. I’m having a blast writing this so let me know if you enjoy!!

I listened to Crimson and Clover by Tommy James & the Shondells (The Shacks version is very good as well), this song is also mentioned in the flashback sequence so I recommend listening to it then if you feel so inclined <3 

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The bitter taste of coffee infiltrated my senses, the piping hot liquid burning the tip of my tongue. “What you don’t understand, Marci, is that it really was that bad,” I spoke, pressing my phone against my ear with my shoulder as I shoved the things I needed for the day into my bag.

“Don’t you think you’re being just a little bit dramatic?” She responded; amusement evident in her tone. I rolled my eyes, locking my door before rushing into the elevator.

“He literally did not stop talking about his trip to Greece and how it ‘totally changed his life', I could barely get a word in overall his talk over the first time he tried an olive.” Her laughter filled my ears. “Plus, he kept looking to the right and fidgeting the whole time he was talking so something was definitely off.”

“Oh my god! Can you seriously not turn off your lawyer brain for one night, you never know if you stopped trying to analyze everyone you might actually enjoy yourself one of these days.”

“I do not analyze people!”

“Allison Blake, as if you think you can actually lie to me, I can read you like a book, counselor.”

I sighed, sending my driver a brief wave as I slipped into the backseat. “I guess we’re going to have to agree to disagree, got to go, Marce, I’ll talk to you later.”

When I ended the call and my lock screen appeared the smiling faces of myself and Marci were covered by notifications, emails, texts, reminders, calendar alerts, etc. I took a deep breath, beginning with the first notification. By the time I reached the office I’d made my way through only half of the notifications, though they seemed to be regenerating. The second I was done with one a new one popped up on my screen.

“Good morning, ADA Blake.” Thomas from the reception desk greeted me, offering me a warm smile as I passed him, flashing my identification badge on the way.

“Morning, Tom.”

The second my office came into view the sound of my secretary, Lauren’s, voice filled my ears. “Your 8:30 meeting with the CEO of Union Allied Construction has been canceled and the DA has requested you spearhead the case, even though that’s what you were already doing, I’m guessing she just wanted to remind everyone how powerful she is.” She sighed exasperatedly when mentioning the DA, causing me to bite back a smile at her curt manner. I’d met Lauren when I was a measly intern, working my ass off for the slightest shred of recognition or even just a hint of acknowledgment from any of my superiors. She was the secretary of some greasy, hotshot defense attorney who struggled to keep his hands to himself and had an evident disregard for respect. Lauren and I had toasted her resignation with multiple bottles of wine and some choice descriptions of her former employer. I brought her on as soon as I became a prosecutor, sacrificing a good chunk of my wage, which back then was shit all, to allow her to work for me. That seemed like a lifetime ago now, she’d been with me when I got promoted to assistant DA and every day since. She was practically family by now. “You have a meeting with Karen Page the alleged murderer and her attorneys at 10 am. The bulletin is also asking for a quote, I’ve been stalling and redirecting their calls, but they don’t seem to be getting the message.” She handed me a copy of the New York Bulletin as I passed her desk. “Oh, by the way, how was your date?” She followed me into my office, tapping away at her iPad, no doubt scheduling my day. I groaned at her question. “That good huh?”

“I’m starting to believe that every man in this city has some kind of genetic predisposition to be excruciatingly underwhelming.”

Lauren giggled slightly at my words. She placed a cup of coffee on my desk, sending me a knowing look. “Tell me about it. Here, you’re gonna need this before you take a look at today’s paper.” I raised an eyebrow, dropping the bulletin onto my desk before hanging my coat and scarf on the rack by my door. Slipping into my desk chair I flipped the paper over to view the headline article.

‘Once the esteemed face of the initiative to rebuild Hell’s Kitchen after the battle of New York, Union Allied Construction has shown this great city its true colors. We see now what was once deigned a noble effort is in actual fact a mere front for the sinister underbelly of New York’s corporate ladder.’

“Good lord,” I muttered. “No wonder Fisk canceled our meeting. Did he leave a message?”

“Yeah, said he had no idea about any of the illicit deals occurring internally, I heard through the grapevine that he and his business partner may be looking at liquidating the company.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, that’s what he said.” My eyes flickered down the page as I continued to skim-read the article. “I’m taking DA Reyes’ meeting with the woman?”

“Yes indeed, Karen Page at 10 am.”

“Can you find out who she’s being represented by, I don’t want any more surprises this morning.”

Lauren nodded at each of my requests tapping away quickly on the screen of her tablet. “Of course, I’ll look into it, I believe she’s being represented by a firm that’s just opened.”

“Green attorneys representing an alleged murderer? That’s extremely odd. Let me know what you find.”

“Will do.” With that, she was off to her desk with a mission in mind. I pushed the bulletin aside, sifting through one of the case files DA Reyes had sent over to me. The union allied construction case had never sat right with me; the entirety of the case seemed circumstantial at best. Karen Page was found beside the dead body of her former co-worker with no plausible reason for wanting the man dead. This was the DA’s case, but I had been far from surprised when it turned up on my desk. “Ben Urich from the bulletin is on line 1 for you,” Lauren informed me, standing in my doorway with a frustrated expression. “I know you don’t like journalists, but I don’t think he’s going to rest until he gets a statement.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair, and rubbing my temples briefly before picking up the phone.

“Mr. Urich, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“ADA Blake, I’m glad I was finally able to get a hold of you, listen I understand you are a busy woman, so I won’t keep you for long. I’m merely hoping to get your take on the union allied construction business, on the record of course.”

Lauren slipped a piece of paper onto my desk, whispering that she’d found the name of Ms. Page’s attorneys. I smiled gratefully at her as I responded to the journalist on the phone. “Oh, I’m afraid that won’t be possible at this time. The case is yet to be concluded nor is the investigation into the aforementioned business, I would be remiss to state anything for the record at this stage, but you’ll be the very first to know the moment there is more information on the matter.” Before he could continue his line of questions I interrupted, lacing my tone with venomous sweetness. “It’s certainly been a treat to speak with you Mr. Urich, have a fantastic day.” With that, I placed the phone back on the receiver.

“God, that tone, it’s chilling,” Lauren remarked, not glancing up from her desk. The smile that had formed on my lips fell abruptly as I read the name of the firm representing Karen Page.

For a moment I was no longer sitting in my office but standing in front of a boy that was far too charming for his own good. I still recalled the white-hot ache that had seared through me; the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I rushed away from him, hating that he had that effect on me, hating that he had any effect on me at all. It was fresh in my mind, much to my dismay. The rival turned friend turned… I didn’t enjoy reliving that time in my life. I was so much younger and far more ignorant.

I gritted my teeth as I stared at the names scribbled across the sheet of paper.

“Nelson & Murdock,” I muttered, scrunching the paper in my palm. “Wonderful.”

…

“Ms. Page, thank you for your time, I appreciate that this must be a trying time for you, given the circumstances.”

The blonde woman before me nodded gently as she entered the conference room, eyes darting around nervously. “It certainly has been.” Was her only response.

“Mr. Nelson.” I offered Foggy a tight-lipped smile as he entered after Karen, attempting to bite back the grin on his face. It was odd to interact with him this way after how close we’d been in college. There was scarcely a time when the three of us weren’t glued to each other’s sides. He offered me a greeting in response before shaking my hand. My breath almost caught in my throat as I turned to his partner; I forced my breathing to continue as normal. Blinking rapidly a few times, I prayed that my mind would clear, though the memories came regardless of my pleas. Warm smiles, witty retorts, tender touches, it was all so fresh in my mind. He was my main competition in law school, and he knew it. We spent the first year of our knowing each other at each other’s throats. Constantly disagreeing, debating, and plain bating each other. It was insufferable to most of our peers I’m sure, but that never stopped us. He had become an unlikely friend and then for a moment everything was rose-tinted and covered in sunshine, until it wasn’t. “Mr. Murdock.” I offered my hand to him cordially, my tone offering nothing more than stoic indifference. He accepted my hand instantly, warm calloused fingers wrapping around my delicate ones.

“ADA Blake.” He squeezed my hand, the corner of his lip turning upward so subtly it was almost indistinguishable. I took a slightly shaky breath pulling my hand from his grip and turning swiftly to take my seat at the table.

I drummed my fingers against the case file before me. “Ms. Page, as I’m sure you're aware new evidence has come to light in the Union Allied Construction case painting a very different picture than the previous.” She nodded wringing her fingers together. The tension residing within her was evident. She was on edge, though I didn’t find it to be suspicious, even before I was leading this case I was following along, I never believed her to be guilty. “I understand that Daniel Fisher was a friend of yours.” She inhaled sharply. “You have my sincerest condolences; I cannot begin to imagine how hard it must have been to be embroiled in this case.” Her shoulders loosened ever so slightly. “It is not an easy thing to stand up for what is right, particularly not when it is corruption within the company which employs you. I implore you for your bravery, Ms. Page.” Her eyes met mine then, she looked tired; I didn’t blame her. Even more evident than her exhaustion was her surprise at my words.

“I appreciate that, ADA Blake.”

“I wanted to inform you in person that the Department of Justice is willing to drop the charges against you.” She breathed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. “DA Reyes has had to step away due to unforeseen circumstances, so from this point forward I will be the first chair on this case, your cooperation in the ongoing investigation into Union Allied Construction is greatly appreciated.”

“Our client will be more than happy to comply with the Department of Justice and the DA’s office provided that all questions are above board.” I knew Matthew Murdock well. God, I knew him so well. Well, enough to recognize his words as a taunt, not meant in a facetious manner in the slightest, merely prodding me for a reaction. I clenched my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him ever so slightly. His head turned in my direction as if he could feel my gaze, tilting it just so. I didn’t miss the look on Foggy’s face as he cast his eyes downward, attempting to hide his amusement. Ms. Page glanced between the two men; eyebrows furrowed.

My heart thrummed in my chest, and I clenched my fists under the table, attempting to contain myself. He never failed to press my buttons; it was as if he’d installed them himself. “Are you suggesting that the DA’s office would tolerate anything less, Mr. Murdock?”

“Of course not, Ms. Blake.”

It was a real challenge to resist the urge to roll my eyes. “A word of advice if I may?” I didn’t wait for his response. “I would spend less time worrying about the ethics of the prosecution and more time defending your client. Criminals don’t particularly enjoy having their schemes unearthed, it was a noble thing that Ms. Page did, though it's sure to have painted a rather noticeable target on her back.” He raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile lingering on his features. “That concludes this meeting, for now, thank you all for your time, my secretary will be in touch to set up any further communication on the matter.”

I shook Ms. Page’s hand once more, along with Foggy’s. Before shaking my hand, Matt offered his and Foggy’s business card.

Nelson and Murdock

I nearly smiled, as much as Matthew Murdock irked me, I was content seeing him and Foggy in business together, I remember how much they’d wanted it in college. Below this sat the address of their firm. “Isn’t this the Van Lunt Real Estate building?” The two men nodded sheepishly. “How quaint.” I couldn’t help the way my lips upturned. Matt smirked at me in response to my taunting remark. Karen excused herself to answer a phone call and Foggy beamed at me.

“Are we allowed to drop the formalities now, ADA Blake?” He asked teasingly.

I rolled my eyes, finally allowing the smile to take over my features. “I suppose so, Foggy,” I spoke warmly.

“How’ve you been, Alli?”

“You know me, working my ass off. I have to be honest when I heard that the two of you turned down Landman and Zack, I thought you were insane but it’s actually nice seeing you making it work.”

Matt adjusted his glasses on the tip of his nose. “If I recall correctly, you also declined the Landman and Zack offer.”

I raised an eyebrow. “For a job at DOJ, little different than rejecting a job with no better prospects, friend.” His smirk widened at my words. I found it hard to pull my gaze from the curve of his lips. “It would’ve broken my heart to see all that potential go to waste if things hadn’t worked out.” It was teasing, just like his words had been. It was almost peculiar how easy it was to be like this with the two men, even after all the time that’s passed.

“I wasn’t aware prosecutors had hearts.” I felt a jolt of excitement at the taunting words. Laughter bubbled in my throat, forcing its way out before I could stop it. “It’s nice to hear you laugh, I missed it.”

“Oh god.” Foggy shook his head, walking ahead to talk with Karen.

I smiled in his direction before facing Matt once more. “You know, I really was referring to Foggy when I mentioned the potential that would be wasted if the two of you had ended up jobless.”

“You don’t think I have potential?”

The smile on my face shifted into a smirk as he verbally sparred with me. Bating him for a reaction had been a favorite pastime of mine once, I was quickly remembering why I’d enjoyed it so much. “Oh, I couldn’t say for sure.”

“Is that right?”

I hummed. “I’d ask you how you are, but I wouldn’t want you to deem any of my questions below board, I understand you’re very… ethical.”

“Go to dinner with me.”

“You’re unbelievable you know that?”

“Believe it or not, sweetheart, you’ve told me that before.”

That nickname, it almost buckled my knees. I don’t remember the last time he called me that, I do however remember the first time.

The air was brisk, nipping harshly at any shred of flesh it could. I tightened my jacket around myself, looping my scarf around my neck one more. I was supposed to be meeting my best friend Marci at the campus bar, but she was taking forever. No doubt busy making heart eyes at Foggy Nelson. I sighed, brushing my curls from my face as I glanced at my watch, she was officially late. In an attempt to escape the cold, I slipped into the crowded venue, reveling in the immediate warmth that radiated around me. I beelined for the bar, offering the guy behind it a pleasant smile before asking for a beer. The hum of a vaguely familiar tune playing over the speaker filled my ears, Crimson and Clover, at least I think that’s the name of the song.

“Apparently the service here doesn’t suck nearly as much when it’s a pretty girl ordering.” The voice was entirely familiar. One that had managed to weasel its way into every unoccupied crevice of my mind.

I sighed, turning toward the boy at my side. “That’s possibly very sweet of you,” I responded curtly. His lips curled into an amused grin, a solitary eyebrow raising at me. My heart rate picked up ever so slightly; I couldn’t quite decide what was worse, his smug disposition or the effect it had on me. Matthew Murdock was a certified pain in my ass. I was almost certain all our professors were fighting tooth and nail to keep their sanity in each of our shared classes. Regardless, of the frequency of our debates, they never seemed tedious to me. Not when he would sit there, amused and utterly unbothered by my ire, seeing through me without actually seeing me. We seemed unable to do anything but argue, even when there was nothing to argue about, we’d find something, anything. We’d been reprimanded more than once for debating when we were supposed to be on the same side and don’t even get me started on mock trial. Yes, I was sure that fighting was all we were capable of.

“You waiting on Marci?”

“Mhm.”

His smile only grew at my contempt.

“I like it when you pretend to hate me, it’s cute.”

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Is there something I can help you with, Murdock?”

He shrugged, sipping his beer. “I don’t know, Blake, is there?” I rolled my eyes at his childish antics. “You ready for mock trial tomorrow?”

“Of course, I am, the real question is are you ready for me to beat you in mock trial tomorrow?”

Matt scoffed, turning to face me more fully as he leaned on the bar. “Is that what’s going to happen?” I nodded in response, sipping my drink slowly. “I wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself there, I’ve been studying non-stop.”

“Well, I guess you would need to study extra hard to keep up with what I was born with.”

“Is that right?” His tone and the expression on his infuriatingly handsome face were plenty enough to rile me, though I never let it show. He licked his lips excruciatingly slowly and now I was convinced he knew the effect he had on me. The curve of his lip mesmerized me as if it were crafted by a sculptor, no effort spared. I swallowed heavily, forcing my gaze ahead. A combination of heat and the smell of his cologne wafted toward me as he leaned over slightly, arm grazing mine atop the bar. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that won’t we, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” I spoke, attempting to keep my face stoic, even though he couldn’t actually see my expression he’d always been able to read me.

Had he moved closer? I felt sure there’d been more distance between us before. “Why not, does it make you forget why you’re mad at me?” I could feel his breath fanning over my cheek. I glanced around, the hall was empty, Foggy and Karen must have taken the elevator already. Exhaling shakily, I attempted tirelessly to compose myself, though my attempts were futile when he was standing before me like he was, so unfairly attractive and effortlessly charming.

“I’m not going to dinner with you.”

“You sure?”

“Goodbye, Matt.”

“Wait, I’m sorry!” I stopped in my tracks, not turning back to face him. “Please, I’m really sorry, Alli, I was an asshole to you, truly, I was an abhorrent friend and you deserved… You didn’t deserve that.” It was my fault not his; sure, he was an indescribable ass, but I was the one who got caught up. I was the one who convinced myself it meant more than it did. “Please go to dinner with me, let me wine and dine you, and maybe begin to make up for everything I said.”

“It would be inappropriate,” I murmured, hating that these were the only words I could manage in his presence.

“So, you’ll come over to my apartment, I can cook for you, that way no one will see you slumming it with opposing counsel.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” He raised an eyebrow at my words. “You are not my opposing counsel, Murdock.”

The familiar smirk was once again gracing his features. “I’m beginning to think you have an ego problem, Ms. Blake.”

“ADA.” His smirk was contagious. “ADA Blake.” I clarified, flicking some hair over my shoulder. “I suppose I could potentially find time in my schedule for dinner, but it is just dinner, nothing more.”

“Of course. How’s tomorrow night for you?”

I nodded to myself, adjusting the ring on my index finger. “Should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” He responded, the smirk now a warm smile as he unfolded his cane.

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