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romeulusroy · 1 year

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Please Tell Me I'm Wrong (Matt Murdock Drabble)

Character/s: Matt

Word Count: 841

Inspired By: Habits by Genevieve Stokes

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A/N: This is my first fic in what feels like an eternity. I've been struggling with my body and I know that writing always helps. I understand this can be a triggering topic so please, if you need to, don't read it! Your body holds you and cares for you and you should remember that. Don't hurt it for trying to hold you, hug you, keep you together. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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There is a softness to you unlike anyone else. In the way you feel, in the way you are, in the way you exist.

Stretch marks, pale and pulsing, as alive as the pooling veins beneath your skin. They live and breathe, they move with you despite your own thoughts. They are stuck to you, tattooed, the ink still wet and staining. Across thighs, arms, calves, stomachs, back. On all the worst places, you’ve decided one day on a whim. On all the worst places. It is an anthem, a tune, you can’t get out of your head. Every time you look, or worse, feel, your own body you are filled with a disgust, a hatred, a shock that one cannot shake by simply “loving” themselves. It goes deeper, this misunderstanding. It is a language outdated, abandoned long before you were born, with no hope of learning. It is a genetic mistake. Why can’t you look like them? Why do you have to look like you? An error in your code, a fault in the solar system, the system itself. Tall, thin, wispy. No one has ever called you wispy. Fragile. Delicate. If they had, it would be in a mocking tone. A joke. You could never describe yourself as such without lying to yourself, to the mirror. Part of you wants it to shatter at the idea of you. Another dreads that, as if it could ever happen. There are bumps, lumps, rolls, patterns etched into the backs of your thighs. There is a number on the scale in which your body sits comfortably, safely at, and yet you find no home in this body of yours. There is no warmth. It is a war that has lasted a lifetime, that will be the end of you one day, you are sure of it.

He does not feel the same way. How can he when he can’t see it?

Your one saving grace. He does not see the way you examine yourself so brutally, with too much attention. Spots of every shade, dark and red and all kinds of angry. Across your cheeks, between your thighs, in the inbetween of your body. Your awful, tortured body. There are thousands of poems comparing bodies unlike yours to stars, to the sea, to something beautiful. Something to yearn for. Something desirable. Scars are only ever wanted when they’re not on you. When you don’t wear them. It is an all consuming hatred. It follows you from every reflective surface, every dream and nightmare, every time you get dressed in the morning and strip yourself in the dark of night. It is awful. It is hurtful. It pains you, and yet, you put none of it into words. How can you? It's delusional. You’re being cruel.

He doesn’t have to see to understand. The sighs, the way your whole body tenses when he hugs you, his hands moving up and down. You reject yourself in the fullest way. You have never done anything, believed in anything, half-assed. It is devastating, the way you see yourself when you undermine everything about you. The most stunning creature he has ever fallen for, been lucky enough to fall for him. Your skin, that has protected you from every bump and bruise, every hurdle life has ever thrown at you. Your hands, soft and sweet, holding on to him, holding yourself when you’ve been at your loneliest. Your legs, curved and strong, holding you still, like stone, impossibly stubborn. He reads your stretch marks with the tips of his fingers. They tell a story of a life, lived to the fullest, surviving the worst anyone could imagine. Your scars reminders that you have, and continue to, heal despite it all. Matt has never found an imperfection with your body. He has tried as hard as you do, but there is nothing. The spots, the scars, the bruises and bumps, it is a collection, the history of you, what you’ve endured.

A history of who you are. Without it, without you, it would just be a body. A skeleton. You bring it to life. You make it laugh until it cries. You make is scratch against his morning stubble, in need of kisses. You hold it against him in the cold of night, the two of you fitting together perfectly, in the steam of the shower where he washes your hair, impossibly close as if he’s afraid to lose you in that moment. He will, eventually. When you’re standing in front of the mirror, afraid to look at the entirety of you. When a picture is taken and you hadn’t realized, left to study the image, the act. He loses you again and again, falling back into old habits, so he makes the most of it when he has you all to himself. When he has your mind and body. It's then that he reminds you until he's out of breath how captivating you have always been, hoping one day it will be enough to change your mind.

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ragnarachael · 2 years

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(in no particular order) “ i like you, i really, really like you” + “ last night was something ” for mr matthew murdock himself if you please

the way i fell asleep after reblogging those prompts SFDKFDHKJDS ANYWAAAAAAY y'all can send more prompt things in!! i won't be able to reply today, as i'm dying my hair back to SOMETHING normal for my new job, but:

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"Last night was..." You find yourself trailing off as you pad towards Matt's kitchen, nearly naked—you pulled the shirt he had on last night that was scattered on the floor as well as your underwear. Matt's shirtless, you can see that over his counter situation in his open concept apartment. "Something."

"Good something, or bad something?" Matt quips, his back to you as he actually sounds like he's cooking. You know he's a big boy, he's probably done this before but your mind is a little bit blown not only from however many amazing orgasms you had last night in his bed.

"Good," you chirp immediately, walking past his small dining table to the kitchen. "Amazing something, even."

"Adding more gleaming reviews to my resume with words like that," Matt teases, not at all tensing up when you slowly press up against his side to watch him swirl scrambled eggs in a pan.

"Shut up," you giggled, hand smacking his bicep as you watch how Matt cooks the eggs. "Did you need help with anything?"

"Nope," Matt replies steadily. "I've done this before, sweetheart. I think a blind man can make some scrambled eggs."

You feel guilt nip at you for Matt calling out your thoughts almost exactly, you try not to show it. "I know that. Need help with anything else?"

"Nah, I've got it," he reassures you before your cheek is pressing against his forearm that's not moving too much.

Soon enough Matt's done with the eggs, you hold out the plates and make your way to the dining table.

The conversation you two make is nice and easy. Matt flirts. You flirt. Soon enough the eggs are gone and you're hit with the reality of what are you.

"I like you," you blurt after a sip of water. "I really, really like you, Matt."

Matt's not phased from your sudden confession and smiles wide as he places your used dishes in the sink, his head tilting in your general direction. "I really, really like you too, honey."

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deceitfuldevil · 2 years

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IM PISSING MYSELF OH MY LORD I JUST READ THE SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ONE AND YOU WRITE MATT SO WELL OMG. I saw that requests were open and I had an idea 👉👈👀. Okay so the reader is this self conscious nervous person but they’re super sweet and adorable and pining for Matt, and they work at a cafe and go way back with Matt and Fog or Karen or sum and always brings them coffee or lunch. One day Matt says something absentmindedly like “good girl” and hears her heart beat go crazy and he keeps trying to do subtle things to fluster her again like touching her face to see what she looks like and cuddling with her during movie night or something, like whatever you want seriously have fun with it. Bonus points if the reader accidentally flusters him back. Also do you do Emoji anons? And if you do can I be 🧪 anon?

oh my god no one has ever asked me if they can be an emoji anon I'm literally sobbing 😭😭 yes nonnie you can be 🧪 anon <3

Letting your cousin Karen convince you to apply at nelson and Murdock turned out to be simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. Jobs, the whole process of them all, it was stressful for you to say the least. You had never had much confidence or self esteem in general growing up, so the process of having to fill out a job application and elaborate on all your life and job experiences in a few short paragraphs, and then have to come in and be interviewed? Borderline terrifying. Having to kiss up and people please your way into a position was your least favorite way to spend your day. But your cousin Karen convinced you nonetheless, prompting you to apply for a job at Nelson and Murdock. Which as formerly stated, was the best and worst decision of your life.

The best because you had the privilege of meeting Matthew Murdock, well that and you finally had a job again. The worst because you realized within a matter of weeks since starting your new job that you were slowly but surely starting to fall for your new boss, Matthew Murdock. It wasn't his fault he was ever so charming, and occasionally flirted with you without even realizing it. It was the little things Matt did that really got you going.

Like when he, Foggy, and Karen all went out for lunch and you insisted on staying back at the office to organize some files. Not because you wanted to or actually thought the office needed to be any more organized, but because despite working with the trio every day you still couldn't help but feel socially impotent around them; especially Matt. It was hard enough for you to express yourself as it was, but around Matt you just got so flustered over the smallest things. So when they all came back from lunch and Matt brought back your favorite dish in a take-out box you damn near melted.

"I didn't need our best secretary going hungry so I thought I'd bring you back your favorite." Matt said with a smile, extending his arm out handing you a delicious smelling box. Your heart softened at the gesture, and a light rose shade spread over your cheeks. "I'm your only secretary, Matty." you quipped back, internally patting yourself on the back for presenting with a confident tone. Matt just smiled and chuckled as you took the bag from you, it was a shame you couldn't hear his heartbeat spike at the nickname you called him.

Little shared moment like that continued back and forth between you and Matt, your self esteem so consistently low that you never allowed yourself to believe for even a second that maybe Matt felt the same way towards you that you felt about him. That didn't mean his actions didn't affect you. . .

One night, after Karen and Foggy had gone home. You and Matt were working diligently in your offices, your head was so deep in paperwork you didn't even notice that Matt had walked up to your desk. "Hey y/n? Can you-" Matt paused upon hearing your breathing hitch, noticing he startled you. "Sorry." he breathed out. "It's alright, what do you need Matty?" you asked with a soft smile. There was a moment of silence before Matt continued, clearing his throat before. asking: "Could you re-print these documents in braille for me please? Foggy obviously forgot, that or he left a blank stack of papers on my desk for no reason." he asked with a chuckle.

You took the stack of papers from Matt's grasp, your fingers barely brushing over his as you did. Eyeing a small note written in pen on top that read: 'Copy for Matt!!' funny how Foggy forgot notes he wrote even for himself. "Sure thing, Matt." you spoke sweetly, standing up and making your way to the braille printer to copy the documents. "I'll bring them to you once I'm done." you said, letting Matt know. He merely nodded and went back into his office. About twenty or so minutes later, you walked back into Matt's office with a stack full of papers in hand.

"Here's those documents you asked for." you said with a gentle tone, setting them down on Matt's desk. "Hmm, good girl, thank you." Matt said absentmindedly, not moving from his focused position. You on the other hand, froze like a deer in headlights as your heart rate spiked. Suddenly all Matt could hear was your heart beating rapidly, thumping wildly in his ears. He paused whatever he was reading for a moment, his fingers stilling over the braille as he wondered why you were suddenly so flustered. Then, Matt recalled what he had said.

A devilish smirk had found its way onto his face as he asked: "Everything alright y/n?"

"Mhmm!" you hummed, quickly backing out of Matt's office and heading to your desk to gather your things. "I'm gonna... head out for the night. Bye Matt!" you said in a rushed tone, throwing some papers together as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. "Y/n, wait-" Matt called out, but you were already out the door trying to catch your breath.

One might think your reaction would've prompted Matt to ease up on his flirtatious actions, but he chose quite the opposite path. You couldn't even remember the last time Matt called you by your name. It was always sweetheart, doll, bunny, or darling. Don't even get me started on the fleeting touches, and the ever present way Matt would always rest his hands on your hips when passing by you in the office.

One late evening, after a heavy 5 o'clock happy hour Foggy had insisted on, everyone was giggling and little to no work was getting done. "Who- *hic!* who thought it was a good idea to let Foggy bring three bottles of whiskey to the office for a *hic!* 'happy hour'?" Karen asked, a case of the hiccups occasionally interrupting her speech because of how fast she drank.

"Foggy... Foggy thought it was a good idea." you said with a giggle, spinning around on your desk chair. "and we all just, went with it." you finished off, stopping in your chair as the room continued to move around you.

"Are you implying it wasn't a good idea L/N?" Foggy cracked at you. "Well considering the room is spinning and I'm pretty sure I'm sitting still right now... yes I'm implying this wasn't a good idea." you said with a vaguely nauseated tone. "I think I need a drink." you added, stumbling to stand up. "Coming right up!" Foggy said excitedly. "No no, I'm talking water Fogs." You said with a roll of your eyes and you nearly tripped over your own feet making your way over to the office's makeshift kitchen. "Let me help you with that sweetheart." Matt said assertively as he came to your aid, hand wrapping around your waist as he helped guide you to the kitchen. You missed the not-so-subtle 'there he goes again' look Foggy shot Karen, she merely giggled in response.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just Matt being Matt. But in this moment, as soon as he got you out of sight from Foggy and Karen he backed you up against the counter and kept his hands firmly placed on your hips. You stared up at Matt's red lenses, a small hiccup escaping your lips. A tension filled moment passed as neither of you spoke a word, then Matt's grip on your waist tightened as he lifted you up and seated you on the kitchen counter. You gasped at his actions, heat traveling up to your face and down to your core.

Matt stepped aside, grabbing a clean glass and turning on the sink as he filled up the cup for you. Once he turned the water off, he stepped back in front of you with the glass in hand. "Open wide, bunny." Matt said sweetly, placing a hand on your thigh encouragingly. But the only thing that action encouraged you to do was mentally melt, as you parted your lips for Matt. He gently brought the cool glass to your lips, tipping it ever so gently allowing you to take a swig.

When Matt pulled the glass away, a dribble of water trickling down your lips. After placing the glass down, Matt brought his thumb to your lips and wiped away the drops left behind. The feeling of the rough pad of Matt's thumb against your plump lips, was heavenly. As he pulled his hand away, it didn't go far. One hand on your thigh, the other now on your jaw, mindlessly pulling you closer.

"Matty?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes doll?" he responded, breath fanning over your lips.

"Kiss me." you begged, the alcohol in your system providing you the confidence you always needed. Your plea was all that Matt needed, his hand slipping behind you neck and pulling you in for a kiss more intoxicating than all the alcohol you had just consumed. The taste of whiskey ever-present on both of your lips, a sloppy, heated kiss. When you squeaked out a small moan as the hand Matt had on your thigh was drifting a little high. Just then, Karen walked into the kitchen wondering what was taking you so long to grab a simple glass of water. As she turned on the light, watching you and Matt hastily remove yourself from each other's lips, she chuckled dryly as she asked: "Really Matt? My cousin?".

"Sounds like you owe me twenty bucks Page!" Foggy shouted from the other room, causing everyone to laugh.

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izgnanik-a · 2 months

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I woke out of a fever dream and immediately had this thought so here it is—

How the original trio would react to you having your period and having an accident

don’t like? don’t read.

Matt would know something was up from the get-go. This man can literally feel the way you vibrate differently. He’ll feel the change in body temperature from you, almost like taking on a fever but not quite hot enough to complain. Always burning off energy too quickly to refill with snacks, he’d be sure to have them on hand around the apartment when you’re craving salty or sweet treats. He has a plethora of things for you that you didn’t even ask him to get; the tea you like to drink before and after to help with cramps, a heating pad that won’t burn your stomach, and just takes time from his work to give you the comfort and service you need.

Matt isn’t a stranger to blood. He’s a crime fighter, he’s always causing his own pain if he isn’t careful enough. So waking up to you shamefully telling him you got blood on the sill sheets is no problem. He puts on a new sheet while you profusely apologize while you change your clothes, and fall back into bed with open arms, kissing you to sleep, assuring that he doesn’t care. Sheets can always be replaced.

Foggy would have your period tracked. He’s the type to even have your period synced with his phone, telling you when you’re going to expect it and when you’re entering each phase. At first it was weird, but when you’d missed a period without noticing, he was the first to say something. He secretly keeps note of your behavior and cravings, writing down your symptoms that you complain about and he’s down to five warning symptoms to absently keep an eye on which each phase. Like Matt, he buys and does things in secret for you, figuring “you’re going to be in your peak soon, you’ll wanna go out and show off because you feel good” and books a fancy restaurant to take all the photos of you a week after your period.

Foggy isn’t a fan of blood but he will do it for you. He’ll grimace (he doesn’t realize he’s doing it) his way through cleaning bloody sheets and clothes, and kiss you in assurance that he’s fine with doing this for you. He’s interested in the things you do, so he’ll listen to you explained how period cups and disks work, the difference between materials, and their capacity. He’ll also do his own research and watch different videos on each brand, and send them to you to learn the best.

Karen would be in-sync with you, or a few days behind. She’s already packed the apartment with double the things that comfort both you and her, and has them splayed out so it’s in reach. She understands 100% the discomfort, so she’ll have a schedule for you the moment you wake up. She has tea for you because she knows the raspberry leaf with help you with your uterine lining and cramping, she has dark chocolate for you because not only is it a treat but it’s better for you. She doubles on electrolyte water, and the moment it hits the both of you at the same time — day off, lying in bed with you, sleeping it off. No excuses.

Karen is a planner so the moment you call her from the bathroom with a “I bled through”, she’s either giving you her own pair of pants from the car or she’s giving you her sweater to cover yourself so you can go home. She tries to keep an emergency pack on her, because bleeding through period products and underwear happens sometimes. She’ll carry heavier products for you if you’re experiencing heavy flow, or she’ll just keep dark jeans and underwear in the car.

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moon-kn1ght · 2 years

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Sanguine for Matt Murdock? Congrats!

The copper-tinged scent of blood followed Matt everywhere.

Well maybe, it was following Daredevil.

Blood stained most of his undershirts. It marked pillowcases and bedsheets and towels from where cuts reopened, stitches broke. No matter how many times he washed his hands, he could still feel blood crusted underneath his nails.

Matt was almost used to the ever-present smell of blood.

But still, even after scrubbing and scouring, he would lean his ear against the window, sanguine curiosity taking over.

The night calls to Daredevil. The trail of blood will follow.

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locke-writes · 2 years

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Hi Noah I was not around for a while and i have really missed you. I hope you are having a great summer. Could i please ask for a Mystery Character Drabble for Daredevil with this prompt “I’m flattered you actually think my advice is worth taking rather than ignoring”? Thank you so much and i can't wait to catch up with your amazing writing.

Prompt: “I’m flattered you actually think my advice is worth taking rather than ignoring”

Character: Matt Murdock

You fell in love with Matthew Murdock, and you despised Daredevil. The fact that they were one in the same man was something that you believed you were never come to understand. What Daredevil did, what he stood for, you admired in some way, you grasped the anger that the system had failed and would continue to fail. Yet the fact that Matt would enter your apartment in the dead of night, often times collapsing on the couch bleeding from multiple wounds and on the worst of occasions, slipping in and out of consciousness...this is what made you hate Daredevil.

Matt knew that this was a source of contention for you, that this was something that you had reluctantly allowed him to continue. Every night you would help patch up his wounds, corroborating some story to Foggy regarding where a new bruise came from. You had asked him once if he would stop and his response was that he couldn’t. Then you had asked if he thought maybe one day he would stop, was there even a thought that one day an injury might end this alter ego of a vigilante or would death be that end. Again he was unable to answer.

Even the night that he had come back to find you asleep on the couch with the first aid kit laid out on the coffee table. Even the night he was at the office working late on a case with Foggy and you’d made a comment to him saying “I’m flattered you actually think my advice is worth taking rather than ignoring”. He was never going to be able to truthfully answer because he couldn’t make any promise. Hell’s Kitchen needed Daredevil, he was the protector that would make things right when all other’s had failed.

Some nights you would lie awake in bed waiting for him to come home only to hear sirens and fear that in the next minutes you would get the call that you’d been dreading. Some nights you stared at the clothes in your closet thinking how easy it would be to pack everything and leave. Still, you loved Matt, you would never leave Matt, no matter how foolish he was, no matter how much trouble he brought on himself and those around him.

You fell in love with Matt Murdock but you had not fallen in love with Daredevil. Yet the man you slept beside every night was both men and you would accept both for Matt’s sake.

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amhrosina · 11 months

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Ok what about Franks reaction when you come home crying? Idk why, could be anything at all. I’m just imagining Frank excited for you to get home, only for you to come through the door with tear tracks down your face

a/n: ooooooooooo yes! i made frank so soft here i think i need comfort lmfao not quite as angsty as i wanted, but i like how it ended up! also, said this would be a drabble, ended up writing a 1.2k ficlet sooooo enjoy!

warnings: implied violence, implied smut at end, reader gets mugged (off page), f!reader, no use of y/n, frank comforting reader, reader gets a little weepy

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You never thought you’d reach this point, but you were praying Frank hadn’t made it home from work yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him - you always wanted to see him - but the sight of your swollen, tear-filled eyes would probably send him into a frenzy, and really, all you wanted to do was curl up in his lap and forget about the entire encounter that had left you in tears.

Luck, it seemed, was not on your side, however, because as soon as you stepped into your apartment, Frank’s overwhelming presence was immediately apparent to you. His work boots, neatly lined next to the door, were in the place he always left them when they were too dirty to store in your shared closet. His coat, the one he’d insisted he didn’t need but wore every single day in the winter, was hung in the corner, next to the empty hook that normally held your jacket, scarf, and hat. The most obvious indicator, though, was the irregular clatter of dishes being moved around, used, and discarded in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart?” He called, eagerness clear in his voice. “That you?”

Shit. Suddenly, the guilt of praying he wasn’t home moments before threatened to consume you.

“Sweetheart?”

His voice was closer now, much closer, and you hurriedly swiped the tears away from your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice your blotchy cheeks, or the fact that your eyelids were more swollen than you’d ever seen them. You cleared your throat and tried your best to sound normal.

“Hey, Frankie.”

You turned around to meet him, smiling in an attempt to hide your sorrow, and suddenly felt extremely stupid. Frank wasn’t an idiot, and the look on his face when you finally looked at him told you he was seeing right through the facade.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” You shrugged, blinking away the fresh wave of tears building in your lash line.

“Did someone hurt you?”

His voice was oddly calm, but there was a bite in his tone that he was clearly trying to suppress.

“No.” You shook your head, stepping closer to him. “I’m fine.”

He blinked down at you, cupping your damp cheeks in his warm palms.

“You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me, sweetheart?”

“I’m not.” You denied instantly, resolve growing weaker with every pass of his thumb over your cheekbones. He was silent for a moment, eyeing your quivering bottom lip. He took in your appearance, the word ‘disheveled’ coming to mind as he looked you over, before finally pinpointing what was missing from your usual attire.

“Where’s your bag?” He queried, tilting his head slightly.

You huffed, finally allowing the tears to spill onto your cheeks. “I was on the subway and this asshole was crowding me when I got off and before I could even try and get away from him, he took off with my bag.”

“Okay, shh shh shh shh, baby. It’s okay.”

You were, embarrassingly, blubbering at this point. You hadn’t even gotten to the worst part yet.

“The necklace you got me for Christmas was in there, Frank.” You sobbed, trying not to think too hard about the lost gift. It had been your most prized possession since the moment you’d put it on. Until this morning, you’d never taken it off. You cursed yourself for thinking it would be safe in your bag. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, honey, it’s going to be okay. I’m not mad, baby. Don’t apologize.” Frank cooed, pressing gentle kisses across your face. He was all too aware of how much that necklace meant to you. “I’m going to make a call, okay?”

“You think you can get it back?” You knitted your brows together in confusion. “I didn’t even get a good look at his face. I have no idea who he is.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re safe.” He pulled you into his chest and began dialing his phone.

“Who’re you calling?” You questioned further, nuzzling into his warmth.

“Lieberman. If anyone can find the guy, it’s him.”

You listened as Frank relayed the information to Micro, occasionally giving him additional information. Frank’s free hand cupped the back of your head, absent-mindedly running his fingers along the nape of your neck while Micro searched through camera footage and DMV records. You knew the second they’d figured out who did it, so tuned into Frank’s body that you physically felt the tension build in his shoulders.

“You gonna kill him?” You asked, eyes focused on Frank's jaw, which hadn’t unclenched since his conversation with Micro.

“I should.” He mumbled, eyeing your reaction carefully. “He could’ve hurt you.”

“He didn’t, though.” You shrugged, “Maybe he needed food or something.”

Frank’s eyes softened. “Are you really trying to find the good in the man who stole your favorite thing from you?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged again, grinning when Frank huffed in annoyance.

“You’re too nice.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good thing I’m not.”

“I thought you’d be more mad.”

“Oh, trust me. I’m pissed that he even looked at you.” His jaw clenched impossibly harder. “But I’m just glad you’re safe. If he’d hurt you, though…,” he trailed off, shaking his head, “I don’t know what I’d do. Something illegal. That’s a given.”

You nodded, understanding his desire to protect you. If the roles were reversed, you’d do the same. You sniffed, eyes flicking to the kitchen, where something was definitely burning.

“What were you cooking before I came home?”

Frank stiffened before taking off toward the kitchen. “Holy shit, I forgot I had something in the oven.”

You giggled and followed him through the apartment, the entire encounter on the subway a distant memory already. Frank would take care of it. He always did.

Later, hours after falling asleep on Frank’s chest, the distinct sound of your fire escape window closing woke you from your slumber. Frank was no longer beneath you, and hadn’t been for some time you realized, sliding your fingers over the cool sheets where he’d been earlier.

“Frankie?” You softly called, slightly lifting your head from the pillow.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He gently crawled into bed, hovering over your still mostly-asleep figure and kissing the tip of your nose. “I have something for you.”

He lifted his arm, and you nearly shrieked when you realized what was dangling from between his swollen and slightly bruised fingers.

“You found it?” You gasped.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” He smiled, kissing you again.

“Frank Castle, you absolute fucking gentleman.”

He chuckled at your crude language. “That’s high praise coming from a princess like you.”

You smiled, kissing him deeper. He groaned when you slid your tongue into his mouth.

“Let me show you how grateful I am.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Baby, you won’t hear any complaints from me. Your wish is my command, princess.”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door.

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office.

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!”

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off.

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office.

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

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chvoswxtch · 7 months

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Ok I've been trying to figure out what I wanted to request so of course I'm trying to get these in on the last day.

So I'm thinking Red (but if you're more inspired by Midnights, I wouldn't complain) for our Saint Matthew with the lyrics

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you

from The Night We Met by Lord Huron.

Idk I'm feeling like I want the pain!

ughhhhh I fucking love this song so much and I never thought about it before but this is definitely a saint matthew song

I went with red (I feel like it hurts more when it's shorter) and packed in all the angst and pain I could manage in a few short sad words 💔

drabble below the cut

the night we met (matt's version)

I had all and then most of you / some and now none of you

It had all been so perfect, until Matt let you slip through his fingers like delicate sand through the eye of an hourglass. He hadn’t been paying attention to anything but his own distorted and haunted reflection. He realized too late that your time had run out, and that you weren’t willing to start over again. In the midst of his self righteous crusade, he missed that you had already restarted the hour a thousand times already.

And with every grain of sand that fell, a piece of you was lost along with it.

He was always pushing it. Just one more rescheduled dinner to win this case. Just one more sleepless night alone in bed to bust this drug trafficking ring. Matt was constantly bargaining, trading recycled apologies and empty promises for just a little more time. In the back of his mind he knew that eventually, time would run out.

He just never thought it would be tonight.

He didn’t think he’d be able to tell from three blocks away that every trace of you, every tangible shred of evidence that you had been there, would be gone. That the apartment would feel colder without the warmth of your affection. That his pillow would smell like stale fabric instead of your apple scented shampoo. That there would be nothing to sleep next to tonight except the consequences of his own mistakes. That the only thing he could taste of you was the saltwater that stained the threshold in front of the door where you had finally reached the limit he had pushed you away to.

Matt wished he could’ve done it all differently.

He wished he could go back to the night you met.

Maybe he would’ve saved you from himself.

Or maybe he would’ve let you save him.

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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“You’re alive.”

Relationship: Matt Murdock x Reader Drabble Summary: Matt’s late coming home - he’s never late. Word Count: 484 A/N: I realize i kinda disappeared there so i apologize, just been having some writers block lately! it’s been annoying and im trying to get the juices flowing lmao so enjoy this little angsty/comfort piece :)

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You had been pacing back and forth for what felt like hours. In reality, it was probably like half an hour, but every minute that Matt wasn’t home felt like eternity.

Ever since you moved in with Matt and found about his nightly activities, he kept a strict schedule. It had been his idea but it put your mind at so much ease.

Nearly every night, Matt would leave the the apartment around midnight and return at 4 A.M. on the dot. No more, no less. You weren’t totally sure how he did it but whatever senses were going crazy within him brought him home right on time.

Well, except for tonight.

You glanced at your phone screen. 4:30 A.M. And you had no messages or calls from Matt.

You tossed your phone on the couch in frustration and plopped down next to it, your head falling into your hands.

Where could he be? What could this mean? Was he dead? At a hospital? Some John Doe bleeding out to death in the emergency room? Would you ever see him again? Would he ever come home—

A window sliding open caught your attention. You immediately sat up and whipped your head around.

Matt. Back home. In the flesh, but alive was a bit of a stretch. He was breathing heavily, splotches of bloods evident on his skin and even on his suit. He held onto the window frame for balance.

But despite his worse for wear appearance, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaping up and throwing your arms around him. Matt barely caught you, a soft "oof" escaping his lips as he wrapped a gentle arm around you.

"Hey, sweetheart," Matt muttered, his breath shaky.

"You’re alive," you whispered as tears began filling your eyes. "You’re—You’re alive, oh, thank God." Your relief only made your grip on him go tighter.

Despite how uncomfortable he may have been, Matt didn’t show it.

"Of course I’m alive," he responded. "You can’t get rid of me that easily."

Was he seriously trying to joke in this moment? You shook your head.

"You come back at four," you said. "You never come back later, it’s so much later now, and I just—I thought—,"

"Shh," Matt mumbled, his hand rubbing up and down your back. "Just a rough night. I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I’m here now."

"I’m so glad," you replied.

Matt let out a little humorous huff. "I can tell."

You sniffled. "Yeah?"

"You’re holding on to me for dear life, honey."

"I’m making sure you’re real," you muttered. "I was so worried."

Matt wasn’t inclined to joke any further after that. "I know, sweetheart. But nothing to worry about now, so long as you let me go get cleaned up."

"In a minute," you replied.

You could tell Matt wanted to maybe fight it but didn’t. He pulled you in closer. "Alright."

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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(I feel kinda shy but I rllly need smt smutty jsjs)

Imagine the reader purposely buying some sort of pheromone perfume (ik they dont rlly work in real life but for the sake of the request they do🫡🔥) and cause matt has high senses he is quite turned on by that. She works at the law firm, and he tries to control himself, but after some weeks, he can not do that anymore. (The reader and Matt are already dating, and she does this as a way of teasing him).

UwU mercii

hii!! never be shy around here, ask for whatever it is you wanna read. also I feel kinda mean sorry in advance, this drabble is like im gonna edge you all (sorry if that’s gross to say😭😭) not necessarily smut per-say, just teasing and kinda suggestive. but I have wrote office smut if that’s more up your alley, I just don’t remember what it’s called😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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(un)lucky number seven

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 601

warnings: suggestive and teasing

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You love to tease Matt. It's simple, really. Nothing else to it. You loved to work him up and have him wrapped around your finger.

So, two weeks ago, when you browsed the perfume department, you stumbled upon a selection of pheromones. You knew that they were often iffy, but with Matt's heightened senses, you were sure to get some kind of a reaction. You picked it up with a mischievous grin and went to the checkout to pay.

Since then, you've been wearing small amounts of the perfume when you were around Matt- which was almost all the time, considering you worked together too. You increased the spritzes every few days to see how much you could get away with before getting a reaction.

Today, you were wearing seven sprays of the alluring perfume and were hoping to get a response, something, anything. You wanted Matt to crack, so you pulled out the big guns.

Foggy and Karen were out collecting lunch, so it left you and Matt together at the office, left to your own devices.

You knock on the inside of Matt's door. "Where do you want these papers, boss," you tease, purposely wafting the papers against you as you walk into his office. "Finished them, just like you asked."

"Thanks," he nods, avoiding you and your games. "Put them with the others."

"I think we should have a break," you suggest, dragging a chair to sit in front of his desk. "You seem a little tense today."

"No, I'm fine," he brushes you off, ignoring your advances. He loosens his tie and then rolls his sleeves. "Just warm."

"Yeah, it is pretty hot today," you say, a slight breathy tone to your voice. "Meant to be like it for a few days." You tempt, ignoring his counter attempts of turning you on.

He stands, walking around his desk to sit at the edge facing you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say weakly, swallowing thickly when he pushes back his hair, subtly flexing his arms. "Supposed to be very hot," you say almost pathetically, steading your breathing.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he grins, head cocking to the side in amusement.

"Nothing, nothing," you reply, shaking your head as you gathered your things to leave. "I'll let you be."

"Stay," he whispers, halting your movements with an open palm. "You wanted a break, right?" he stands again and places his hands either side of your shoulders, gently pushing you back into your chair. "What's wrong? Don't like being on the receiving end?"

You slowly shake your head. Your breaths grow heavy and strained, looking up at Matt as he leans over you with his signature smile slapped on his face.

"Is that no?" he mocks, quietly speaking as he hovers against your lips. "Not so nice, now is it?"

"No," you admit, whispering.

He lingers to your lips, mimicking a light kiss as his hand faintly trails up your throat. "Exactly," he whispers back, grazing his spare hand over your thigh. "Better get back to work. They're back." Matt nods to the door, counting up on his fingers until the door swings open.

You mumble a curse under your breath and stand, collecting yourself and your papers. "So that's the part I need to correct?" you lie, speaking loud enough for Foggy and Karen to hear.

"Yeah, change those parts, then it's perfect," Matt nods. "Mine. After work." He whispers to you, hiding his mouth behind his fist.

"You got it," you reply, your tone perky and upbeat as you leave his office. "Oh, hey, guys, I didn't see you there."

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cellophaine · 11 months

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i dont know if you listen to lana del rey but MATT MURDOCK AND SAD GIRL BY LANA DEL REY

i need a fic based on this like i have been listening to it non stop and i cant stop thinking on him so a matt murdock angst fic with fluff with a lil smut?

Sad Girl

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut.

Author's Note: This fic is brought to you by delusion and denial. The song has a big influence, but I made a few tweaks. Italics are flashbacks.

To Anon: yes I do listen to Lana! Quite religiously 🫣 If you read through the fic names in my masterlist, you'll see some of Lana's song titles.

Share and feedback are welcomed!

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"Sooo … how's it going with the guy you're seeing?"

Over the rim of your cup, you cast your watchful eyes at your friend as you took a sip of your steamed drink. Mindy's inquisitive gaze bored into you, pawing and prodding at the film of protection you projected on the particular topic. You had expected her to ask about Matt since that was where you left off the last time you saw her three months ago, even though she was your closest friend. The way you left it wasn't positive in your friend's eyes, so this time, she was adamant about the two of you catching up. You couldn't hide from her anymore, even if you tried.

You bit into the side of your cheek before releasing it; your eyes briefly darted away from Mindy's face before answering.

"It's… good."

Mindy arched a brow at your drawn-out 'good', waiting patiently as she expected you to divulge.

"It's really good. Same old, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed in a way that seldomly meant something good.

"Does that mean you're still stuck in the … grey area?"

You placed your drink down a little harsher than necessary, striking a sharp sound on the delicate saucer.

"I'm not 'stuck'. It's not even a grey area; it's black and white. I chose this."

She had struck a nerve, and you didn't want to admit that to yourself.

"So you chose to be in an ambiguous relationship with a man who doesn't seem to care that much about you? Who only hits you up when he needs someone to warm his bed?"

Your casual, friends-with-benefits relationship with Matt had gone on for well over eight months. At the very beginning, you both agreed on strictly no strings attached. He would come over, you would fuck, and at the end, he would leave. It started out as a once-in-a-while thing, then once a week, and now it had almost become a nightly basis. Your closet stored some of his comfy and formal clothes, your bathroom cabinet held his own hygiene items, and your pantry was stocked with his favourite teas. Matt had slept over so often that you felt like your place was his, too. Even your first aid kit got an upgrade as you equipped it with stuff you wouldn't need yourself so you could be more prepared for any injuries he might have. You knew Matt was Daredevil, knowing the danger he might face every night. It wasn't something he could hide from you. Not for as long as Matt tried to, anyway. After your discovery of Daredevil and Matt's acceptance of the fact that you knew, you started patching him up when his nights got rough, and he began to ask for your help more often. On those nights when his injuries weren't so grave, his fucking would get rougher as the extension of his waning wrath.

"No! You're wrong. It's not like that at all. He cares about me …."

You trailed off when the doubt crept in, making you unsure of yourself. Mindy caught on to your hesitation and gave you a concerned gaze. You couldn't help it, but you wanted to prove your friend wrong. After all, it only happened three weeks ago, and the memory was still fresh in your mind.

Your boss was in a particular mood that day. He scrapped the entirety of your careful research and made you go down the police station all the way in Brooklyn to obtain the paper documents yourself. You barely made it out of work and into a cab before eleven, slouching in the back seat as the toll of the day took over. Your feet ached from the heels, and your body was riddled with tension. You were so exhausted that once you came home, you headed straight for the shower to wash off the grime and sweat; the melody of your wind chime outside on the fire escape didn't even register in your ears. After the much-needed cleanse, you settled on the couch with greasy takeout and put on your show. You didn't even notice how the wind chime had gone quiet, turning into a gentle tune momentarily before three dull knocks on the window pane startled you.

Your attention turned to the window, recognizing the silhouette outside. You only realized then that you had forgotten to take the wind chime in – the form of communication you used to signal that you were waiting for him. The melody had almost become a permanent fixture on your fire escape. You hurried to the window and ushered Matt in.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming."

You felt guilty of your own forgetfulness for giving him a false signal, but a small part of you didn't. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to. It felt like a violation of your agreement. And yet, you desperately did not want to be alone that night. All the turmoil in your head quickly evaporated as Matt closed the distance, discarding his mask before he reached you and pulled you in by your waist. He planted a hungry kiss on your lips, slowly smouldering to a lingering touch. You would be lying if you said his impatience didn't turn you on. You pulled away from him, feeling embarrassed when you remembered the chow mein you had, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

"What was that for?"

Your eyes drank in the messed up hair, the glossy unsighted eyes focused a lower point on your face, and the easy smile tugged at a corner of his plump, just-kissed lips. Everything added to the boyish charm you had come to love.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I missed you."

His confession and the way he said it with a soft smirk made you melt. Matt wasn't one for sentimental statements, but when he was in the mood for it, he always knew how to make you weak in the knees. No matter how true the admission was, he knew you knew that this was no more than a casual arrangement. Crossing the boundaries was something of a figment.

"It's only been three days."

"I know. And I still missed you all the same."

He stepped even closer, slotting one leg between your open stance before slanting his lips over yours. You couldn't help but lean into the kiss and moan; your body arched into his embrace out of second nature. His soft lips found the pulse on your neck and sucked, marking the smooth skin there as if he deemed that it was missing his mark. His hands started pulling on your clothes, making your mind run wild with the possibilities of the night. But your muscles' cry for rest was louder. For the second time that night, you gingerly pulled away from his warm embrace, and the crestfallen look on his face once you had distanced yourself almost made you regret it.

"Is something wrong?"

He asked gently. None of the whining and all of the genuine concern. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"It's not you. It's me. I had a pretty … shitty day at work, and I … I don't feel like doing this right now."

You quickly added.

"I hope that's okay."

His immediate response untied the knot in your belly.

"Of course it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You lowered your gaze to the ground; your voice was small and quiet.

"I do, I just don't want to disappoint you, that's all."

Matt placed a hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"You could never disappoint me, no matter what."

You clasped a hand around the wrist that was hovering over your collarbone. With all the courage you could muster, you begrudgingly gave voice to the inescapable outcome of the night.

"Well, I guess I'll… see you later?"

His brows furrowed as if you were speaking a language he didn't know.

"What do you mean? You're not getting rid of me that easily."

In a fell swoop, Matt picked you up. He walked to the couch, gently laid you down on the plush surface and told you to stay still. You watched with wide eyes as he disappeared into your bathroom. You heard the water running, then shutting off, and Matt appeared only to vanish into your bedroom. You peeked over the couch as you heard him rummaging around what sounded like your bedside table, helping himself to its content. Eventually, he left the bedroom with your body oil mist. You braced yourself on your elbows, apprehensive and confused, when Matt asked you to remove your sweats.

"I'm just going to give you a massage. No funny business, I promise."

He urged you to lay back as he carefully folded your clothes and put them on the armchair nearby. He loosened the knots in your muscles, kneading at your sore limbs. His hands worked with so much tenderness and patience, smoothing the oil over your skin, making sure you were relaxed and comfortable. You practically melted into the couch once he was done with you, feeling the tension had long ebbed away.

You sighed happily; the touch of appreciation sweetened your voice.

"Thank you for that."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

Matt smiled fondly at you, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. And then, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he didn't know if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He finally asked, his voice soft. The question seemed so small, yet, it made your heart soar, sending a familiar serotonin rush through your veins.

"No. Stay with me, please."

Matt slid onto the couch with you, cuddling you from behind. The space was a little cramped, but you were grateful for it for the way his body pressed up against you underneath the cozy blanket. The two of you watched your favourite show together. Still, you didn't pay much attention to it as your mind tried to soak up as much of this feeling as possible until you fell asleep. When you woke the next morning, he wasn't there. Yet, something felt different now that you had a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the thorned fence.

Despite the "developement", you still felt unsure. And Mindy could tell that.

"If he cared about you like that, why haven't you made it official? Is there something holding you back?"

You bit your lip, your head lowered as you still tether at the edge of acceptance of your situation after an even more recent event.

"Actually, yeah …"

You thought you knew him better than most people did, but maybe, it was you who knew the least of all. You thought about last week when you were tasked with writing a piece on the new up-and-coming law firm in the middle of Hell's Kitchen that took down Wilson Fisk.

It was all a coincidence, but you didn't mind getting to observe Matt on a professional level. The business plate on the wall outside looked new and polished, contrary to the inside. The building was a little dingy but functional. When Foggy Nelson welcomed you into the small office, the sight you saw was all but welcoming. The glass panes did nothing to conceal the view of Matt being awfully cozy with a gorgeous woman, who you knew was Karen Page. She straightened his tie, and Matt was saying something to her, his soft lips close to the crown of her head. Karen laughed at his words, and in return, an easy smile spread across his face. The intimate scene made you feel like you were intruding on the two of them just by looking in. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it down. It was no time for personal feelings and thoughts.

Still, the unpleasant feeling simmered and stayed with you throughout the interview until the very end. When the photographer showed up to take their photos for the newspaper, you bore witness to their intimacy once more. It was obvious to anyone that there was something between them, whether it was in the past or present. The way they held each other before your observant eyes manifested into something tangible that you could touch and couldn't compare. Their bond was something deeper than your relationship. That only aggravated your stubborn jealousy and how ashamed you felt afterward for feeling such fierce possessiveness over someone who wasn't even yours. He never was, never had been, and never would be. What you had was a casual agreement, and that was all to it. But you had to go ahead and fall for him.

The look on Mindy's face after you told her about Matt and Karen was one you knew too well. It was of pity, and you hated being on the receiving end.

"It sounds like he might have something going on with that woman. After all, you didn't agree to be mutually exclusive."

She took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as if to soften the blow she was about to deliver.

"I think you should reconsider your relationship. Being the other woman is not worth it, no matter how good in bed he is."

You couldn't stop the frown that formed on your lips, but you could control the trembling that almost broke in your lower lip. You jerked your hand away as if Mindy's touch seared you with shame. Your voice shook as your defensiveness raised itself around you.

"You don't know him like I do, okay? Stay out of it. I don't need your sage advice."

I don't need you to tell me how wrong I am. You wanted to say. You knew that already. Saying that out loud would mean admitting you were wrong about Matt, about the two of you, and about everything.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring Mindy's calls. Your nose felt stung from the unshed tears, from the weight of your friend's words. You knew she only wanted good things for you, but she was wrong. She must be.

Even then, in your heart, you weren't so sure.

That night, you didn't think Matt would come. But you were thankful that he did. The moment you heard his familiar steps on the stairs, making his way up to you, you were already at the window, practically pulling Matt in once he reached you. You didn't even wait until he got even footing on the floor to kiss him senselessly, drawing a surprised gasp from him. He didn't seem to mind and quickly reciprocated. Moments later, your clothes were shed, letting your bare skin and laboured breaths fill the silence. Matt's hands ran all over your curves appreciatively, his lips tangled with yours fervently. He whispered on your lips when you parted to breathe.

"I missed you."

You heard that, Mindy? He said he missed me.

"I missed you too."

Your words drawled into a soft moan as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. His hand settled on your ass, urging you to jump into his arms like you always would, and you did. The proof of his need for you pressed against your stomach, hard and unyielding. Matt shifted you in his arms, and you used the movement to graze your slick core around his shaft. Your arousal smeared on his length, and you couldn't stop the gasp at the feeling of him so close to your entrance. Matt found your bedroom easily and fell onto the soft sheets with you. You scuttled back to make room, and he followed you. You held yourself up by your elbows; a shiver ran through your body as you watched him stroke his cock a few times before teasing your entrance. His tip touched your wet folds, dragging and spreading the slickness along the slit. He stimulated your clit with his velvet head, and you whimpered at how good it felt. As you parted your lips to tell him to stop teasing you, he plunged in without warning, and the complaint from your throat became a blissed moan.

Matt stopped for a moment after fully sheathed inside you, his face tilted towards yours, allowing you to drink in the pure euphoria on his face. His mouth was open-slacked, his brows curved up in an acute focus of relief, his unsighted eyes lost in the heaven you shared. You rocked your hip to meet his, only to be stopped with his hands on your waist, his hold tight, but not enough to leave bruises.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't last very long."

You nudged your heel against his ass, and your thighs squeezed his hips like an invitation.

"I don't care. I need you. Please."

Something shifted in him when you begged, and your prayer was answered with a withdrawal and hard thrust of his hips. You cried out, letting yourself fall back on the mattress and allowing Matt to pound into you. Each delicious thrust brought you closer to the edge, but you used all of your willpower to hold on. You wanted to finish with him. Matt's body covered yours as he nudged your head to rest on the crook of his arm. He caged you in, encompassing you in a cocoon that was him. His fingers wove into your hair, pulling the strands slightly to draw out your moans. His face hovered over yours, and with the barely-there distance, you felt like you were observing a piece of art reserved for your eyes only. Matt was all-consuming, demanding your attention and submission in every sense possible. All you saw was his beautiful face, all you heard was his lustful cries, and all you felt was his fullness inside you, stealing your breaths. You succumbed to him fully, worshipping him with everything that was attached to your mortal shell.

Your cries of pleasure intertwined with his created a beautiful melody of primal desires. Your hands clawed at his back, without a doubt making marks. Matt only groaned louder at the claim you made on his back, enjoying the pain you inflicted on him. As you neared your end, your core clenched hard, and his thrusts only got rougher at the tell-tale sign of your finish line. You could feel how close he was with the way his pace stuttered. You took hold of his chin, and Matt took a brief moment to kiss your thumb.

"Let go. I've got you."

You whispered breathlessly as his deep strokes made it hard to talk. Matt drew your thumb into his mouth and bit on it, but it did little to muffle his grunts of release. The feeling of him filling you up triggered your own orgasm as you came with him. The white-hot pleasure made you arch your back, making your pebbled nipples graze his broad chest. Matt's hand came down to grope at one breast, massaging and playing with your nipple, making you gasp, moan, and writhe at the sensation. He dipped his head to the hardened peak and soothed its ache with the warmth of his mouth as if to apologize for the lack of attention he paid. When you finally came down from the high, Matt whisked you into a breathless, lingering kiss as if he never wanted it to end. You happily reciprocated, and at that moment, it really felt like he might have feelings for you.

A little while later, after Matt had helped you settle in bed and fetched you some water, he slipped into the spot beside you, nudging your head to rest on his chest. His fingers caressed your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin. You played with the ridges of his abs; your blissful mind ran wild with all the possibilities and hypotheses. You felt something different tonight, just like that night when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Hey, I was wondering …."

He hummed in reply, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been doing this for a while, and I … I wonder if anything has changed."

His hand still kept a steady rhythm on your arm.

"What has changed?"

"Us. Our relationship."

Matt turned his face towards you, and your heart chipped a little at the confusion. He took a moment before answering you.

"We both agreed on being strictly casual. So … no, nothing has changed."

The crack on your heart turned into splinters that kept falling down like a flimsy house of cards, and you weren't fast enough to catch all the pieces. Of course, Mindy was right. You were such a fool. How could you hope for something different after all this time?

"Where was my memo on this thing?"

Matt chuckled softly, seeming to please with the little joke he made. Even though his body was warm, you only felt colder than ever. You slowly removed yourself from him as if Matt had grown thorns, and every movement hurt. Once you left the bed, Matt braced himself on one elbow, an easy, nonchalant, suggestive air about him.

"Are you freshening up for round two?"

You sighed heavily.

"No, I'm tired, and I would like to go to bed."

When Matt didn't say anything, you quickly added.

"Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was not exactly the truth, but a half-lie would do just fine. It seemed like Matt got the hint as he got up and searched for his scattered clothes on the floor. Once decent, he made his way to you at the window sill; his hand reached out to touch your elbow.

"Are we okay?"

He asked with a touch of hesitation. You huffed an indulgent chuckle.

"Yes. We're okay. I've had a long day, with a lot to think about."

You forced yourself to smile, even though he couldn't see it. It was more for you, so you wouldn't physically surrender to the turmoil inside. Matt kissed your cheek softly, and you did everything not to avoid his affection.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He left your apartment with the promise, one that you wouldn't blame him for not keeping. You stayed up until the morning, and throughout the day, you allowed everything Mindy said to torment you, driving and twisting the knife further until your heart was a mangled, broken piece of decoration in your chest. And you knew you deserved every single cut. You weren't stupid; you knew that you were in the wrong. You were blinded by the possibility of Matt reciprocating your feelings that you were all too happy to be the other woman despite all the red lights. But the answer he gave you last night was definite. There was no future for the two of you that wouldn't end in a crash and burn.

That night, your fire escape was dead quiet for the first time in months. You were home; Matt could tell by the rhythm of your heart inside your cozy place. No matter how many times he called your name and knocked on your window, you wouldn't welcome him in like you usually would. Matt left the bundle of flowers he brought you at your fire escape that night. They would stay where they were as he felt them wither away every night until they ceased to exist.

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