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hellsburners · 10 months

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test drive nothing

summary: Your date is a fucking asshole so you find two lovely men who are willing to make it up to you. pairing: matt murdock x male reader x peter parker word count: 3.2k warnings: 18+ warning, alcohol use, some rude guy at a club, threesomes, top!matt, top!peter, bottom!reader, gay sex, semi-public stuff a bit, eiffel towered reader iykwim a/n: sorry for the delay didnt feel good for the past few days, anyway i hope yall like this idk what i was doing with this but if you liked it interractions are very much welcome and appreciated.

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Heat rose up from your toes to your head. Music blasting from speakers left and right, neon streams of strobing light lit the dark room. People dancing around and drinking. It’ll be fine, you thought. It was your first time in this club, a Grindr match invited you here so you could hang. You were scanning the room for him, his pic showed a lean man with blonde hair and blue eyes on a beach in California.

You here? You messaged him. Well, you’ve been messaging him the same question for the past hour, no response. Your cheeks turned red from the anxiety. You nape, turning stiff and sore.

“Hey,” an arm caresses yours. It was him, he was wearing a black tank top tucked into cargo pants. “So, you ordered a drink?” You shook your head, he called on the bartender and gave you a drink suggestion. Since you weren’t much of a drinker you went with his choice, vodka martini.

The two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up on typical first date things. You found out that he was a doctor for MetroGen, he liked hockey, and he has a pet dog. He was now a few inches from you, his breath reeking of alcohol, his light blue eyes piercing yours. He tried to inch closer to you, to kiss you. Feeling like he was being too fast you pulled back.

“Maybe we should go dance?” you asked, standing up from the bar stool. He reluctantly agrees. You gesture to the dance floor. The two of you walk towards the building crowd. You were bumping onto bodies left and right. You were holding your drink, trying not to spill it. A man with brown hair bumps into you, you almost spilled the drinks from the tight space. He told you he was fine and left smiling. You thought of his face, it felt familiar.

“Hey you coming?” your date says, starting to dance. You joined him, slowly feeling into the fast beat of the music. He places an arm at your lower back. Your hands to his shoulders. Your hips moving left and right. He stares at different men passing you by, his gaze on them rather than you.

You see a guy wink at him and he winks back. You thought he was just friendly, he seemed to be the type. He knew people in the club and he’d greet them left and right. You felt isolated. You look around, people dancing and laughing, it suffocates you. Your hands started to jitter around the glass, you almost felt it slip.

“I think I’m gonna go—” you gestured for the restroom. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back. His arm wrapped tightly across your back. His grip was firm, he reeked so bad of alcohol you hadn't noticed he was actually so drunk from earlier. “Please, let me go. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

He starts to initiate a kiss. You push him away, he doesn’t budge.

“Come on now babe, we haven’t had much fun yet,” he whispers to your ear, you cringe from his disgusting tone. A hand pulls his arm away. The weight lifted off of you.

“He said let go, man,” someone says, it was the brunette from earlier. Your date shrieks from the man’s grip. You see his fingers almost crush his wrist. His brown eyes were stern, his brows furrowed.

“Piss off! That’s my date,” he tries to reach for you. The brunette pushes you aside gently, blocking you away from him. Your date pushes the brunette, taunting him. He tries to take a punch toward the man protecting you, he blocks it. The guy tried to lunge further, to take the brunette by the collar and slam him. You see the brunette clutch his fists, his nails burying in his palms. Too bad for your date the bouncer came in and ushered him out. He went out screaming and cursing.

“You okay?” the brunette said. He gestured for you to go back to the bar and grab some water.

“Yeah, fucking prick,” you said soothing your wrist before taking a sip of ice cold water. The shock releases your skin of all the tension. “Knew that app was a hell hole.”

“Met him from Grindr, huh?” he asked, you nodded reluctantly. Now that you were far from the strobe lights and all the different colors you could see his face clearly. You had seen his face before, not from earlier, but from somewhere years ago. Your face contorted to a confused look.

“Have we met before?” you asked,he smiles.

“Must be the glasses, ditched them years ago.” He points two fingers to his eyes.

“Oh my god from high school! I know your name I swear,” you tried to search your brain for a name, or the first letter at least.

“I bet you a million dollars you won’t remember my name, not really a popular guy in high school,” he chuckles. He takes a sip of coke, his arm resting on the bar counter. You close your eyes trying to search for the name.

“Peter Parker!” you shouted. “Venmo me a million dollars right now."

“Well give me your number so I can send it,” he takes out his phone. You smiled, you took his phone and typed the ten digits. “I’ll send it to ‘ya when I win the lottery.” The two of you laugh.

“Wanna dance?” you asked.

“You sure?” he said, looking confused.

“Yeah, can’t let one man ruin my night right?” you started backing up towards the dance floor. He was hesitant at frist, following you he takes your shoulder to guide him.

The two of you started to dance. The lights flood your eyes with different colors. You asked if you could put your hands on him, he nodded. You rest your hands on his shoulders. He asked the same question, you nodded as well. You guided his arms around your waist. He was gentle about it. The pressure was so light it felt like nothing.

You placed a hand on his handsome face, pushing his hair aside. “Do you want to kiss me? I think you wanna kiss me?” he whispered.

“You want to bet another million dollars on that?” you laughed.

Your lips meet, his soft lips warm on yours. He was everything the man earlier was not. Each step he asked for your consent. His hands were light on your body. His kiss was slow and gentle. He was simply a nice guy.

He told you that he forgot to mention he was actually meeting with a friend. You got shy thinking he was on a date and you now ruined it but he assured you it was just a friend. A few minutes of chatting led to the two of you laughing at each other’s jokes. It was around midnight already.

Peter called for someone behind you, you turned to see who it was and it was a man a bit older than him. He wore a black suit and a white shirt and he wore these ruby colored glasses. He was an attractive man, his mouth smirked as he waved at Peter.

“Hey, this is my friend Matt,” Peter says to your ear, the music almost making it inaudible. Matt smiles as Peter introduces you to him.

“Sorry for being late, work stuff,” you noticed his eyes behind the glasses focused above your head, never going your way. He’s blind, Peter mouths at you. Oh. Peter told you two to get to know each other as he gets more drinks.

“You from Midtown?” you asked.

“Hell’s Kitchen actually, I’m a lawyer,” he says. You told him about how you met Peter in high school.

“Oh, hence the corporate get-up, I dig it” you said, he laughs, his cheeks showing off his dimples.

Peter came back with three shot glasses. He hands you and Matt one. He offers a toast and the three of you bring your glasses to a clink. You down the shot, the liquid burning your throats. And the three of you took another shot, and another, and another.

You tap Matt’s shoulder gently. “Let’s dance some,” you say to him.

“Oh no, I don’t dance,” he puts the shot glass down. Waving his hands with hesitation.

“That’s not true, I saw you once!” Peter said, Matt pressed his palm on his mouth and made a shushing sound. The three of you were laughing hysterically.

“Oh come on do it for me,” you dragged the words. He loosens his tie and joins two of you.

Peter’s arm was around your shoulder as the two of you danced to the beat, your hips swaying. You held onto the hem of Matt’s sleeve pulling him in. He awkwardly tries to dance with the two of you. It was cute, you thought. Peter was now behind you, your back pressed to his chest. Matt playfully guided your hands to his shoulders, moving his body left and right. It was out of beat but it was the thought that counts.

Maybe it was alcohol, or the moment, or the fact that there were two very attractive men dancing with you, but you started to feel something. Like heat rising to your cheeks in a good way, your knees feeling weak. Peter placed a kiss on your nape. You ushered yourselves closer to Matt. Peter’s hand went to Matt’s waist pulling him into you.

Matt placed his arms in your waist, light but stern. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You could smell him, like sandalwood and musk. “You could ask him if you want to. I won’t mind,” Peter said, as if being able to read your mind.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked Matt. Your mind completely focused on the two men with you. Matt giggles and places a kiss on your lips. Peter’s kiss was soft, Matt’s was more heated, like his thick lips were sucking you in.

“So you two do this a lot?” You pointed at Matt and Peter.

“Only if the guy is cute.” Peter said.

“But the two of you?” you chuckled. Peter placed his hands on Matt’s cheek, whispering something in his ears. Matt nods and Peter places a kiss on Matt’s lips.

“That wasn’t too bad. Can’t believe we haven’t done that before Matt," he pats his back.

“Maybe we can take this party to my place?” Matt said. You looked at Peter, who was also looking at you. You both tell Matt yes. “Let me go get a cab.”

Now outside, Matt was hailing for a cab. The streets were cold. Peter wraps his arms around you. Body heat, he says. You go on your tiptoes to kiss him again. More feverish this time. You could feel his hardness press on your waist. “Sorry, I couldn't wait, this is so hot.”

Matt arrives, his brows raised in disbelief. A cab waiting for the three of you. Matt tugs on Peter’s collar and shoves him to the front seat. “You sit there and watch.”

You and Matt continue to make out in the back seat. His shirt was now untucked from his waist. His tie was long gone and his shirt opened a bit. He places soft wet kisses to your neck making you moan. The two of you could care less about what the cab driver thought.

Peter looks at the two of you from the rearview mirror, the erection in his pants stirring. He palms the damn thing. He really could not wait.

Matt’s hands came to your thigh, your hands peeking through the hem of his shirt, you could feel his bare skin, all warm and hard. The car slowed, you’ve arrived at Matt’s apartment. Peter pays, you and Matt hurrying to the front door. “Hey wait up!” Peter yelled.

While Matt was fumbling to get his keys Peter pulled you to him. “I’m starting to get jealous here,” he whispers.

“I want you both, so fucking bad.”

“Then you’ll have us,” he cups your face and kisses you again, his tongue meeting yours. His hand comes to your lower back, playing with the hem of your pants. His fingers slowly going underneath the fabric.

The door unlocks. “Door’s open, you two,” he takes his suit jacket off.

The three of you were undressing in Matt’s living room, stumbling from getting rid of tight shirts and long pants. You stare at their bodies both scarred, Peter was lean but still muscular, while Matt was more bulky. Their erections form tents in their boxers.

Peter sat down on the sofa, gesturing for you to sit on him. Matt sits next to him. God they were a sight. You ride Peter’s thigh. Your hands palming his torso. Peter touches your sex, you were also so hard. You whisper to Peter that you’d like to suck him off. He curses and nods.

You go down on your knees, pulling his boxers with you. His long cock springs up, the head a bright red. He points the tip to your lips, you give it kitten licks, the sensitive head throbbed from the motion.

Matt started to palm his boxers as you sucked Peter off. Your hand wanders to his hairy thighs. Matt releases his cock, it was shorter than Peter’s but still pretty big, what Peter lacked in girth Matt showed off more. You started to stroke his cock, your mouth still on Peter’s. The two men moaned, their eyes closed and their heads held back.

“Fuck you’re so good,” Peter coos. He takes you to sit on the couch, he goes down on his knees to pleasure you. With his mouth to your cock, Matt went on to leave kisses to your neck, his hand on Peter’s head, pushing him deeper. You moaned so much from it. Your hands go to Matt’s cock, now leaking with precum.

“I want to fuck you,” Peter said. You asked where the bedroom was and Matt led the two of you to his queen sized bed. Matt sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, you crawled to him and took him in your mouth, the girth filling your warm mouth. Peter massages your ass from the back. Matt jerked his hips making you choke a little, you moaned, your throat vibrating on Matt’s cock. “Moan louder pretty, Matt likes it a lot.”

Peter takes your underwear off. He parted your ass and began to lick in your hole. You moaned on Matt’s cock, he shuddered from the sudden wave of pleasure; he brushed his hand through your hair. “My god sweetheart you’re too good at this.”

You felt Peter’s shaft tapping against your whole. “Condoms?” he asked. Matt gestured for the bedside table. Peter went on to get them. You released Matt’s cock to look for him but he pulled you into a kiss.

“Peter’s gonna go first, is that okay?” Matt asked in between kisses. You nodded. Peter returned with condoms and a small bottle of lube. He places the condom on his cock, stroking it after with lube.

“‘You ready?” you nod. Peter slowly presses the tip to your whole, the tight muscle contracts around the head making it tighter.

“Relax for me baby,” Peter coos, rubbing his hands on your back. He fully sheathed himself in you. You felt so full and so good. Peter fucking you while your mouth was on Matt’s cock, it drove you crazy. Peter pulled you to his chest, one hand to your cock while the other teasing your nipples. Matt went to your cock and placed small licks to your shaft, precum dripping from your tip. Matt took you in, your cock hitting the back of his throat as Peter pounded you. Matt choked but kept going.

“You sound so good taking Peter,” Matt said, his lips swollen red. Your hands brushed through his hair. Peter fucked you so sensually any trace of stinging alleviated from your body. There was fluidity to the way he moved, like a dancer or a gymnast, all steady movement but still so graceful.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Peter groaned.

You felt so close too. Your rhythm became erratic, more lazy and inert. He let out a few more thrusts, emptying inside you. You came on Matt’s lips. Your chest heaving, Peter gave you a kiss on your temple, whispering praises.

Matt wiped his lips, licking your cum and sucking on his fingers. “My turn,” Matt guided your back to the bed. He took your legs and placed them on both sides of his hips. His cock leaking with pre, he takes the condom packet and places a rubber on him as well, lubing it after.

You still felt weak from Peter, who was now cradling you in between his legs, your back to his. He is laying down with his back to the headboard resting for a bit. Matt slowly pressed himself into your hole, you groaned. Peter whispered words of comfort to your ears, brushing his hands through your hair as Matt moaned to the feeling of your hole around his cock.

Matt peppered you with kisses. His hands snaked around your body feeling every bit of skin, his fingertips tracing every crevice and every groove, every bit of fat and muscle. He looked so good, hips thrusting while his dark hair stuck to his forehead drenched in sweat. His mouth agape as he cursed, calling for God's name.

Peter’s hand went to your cock, now soft and a bit sore. He traced his fingertips on the wet slit, the sensitive tip made you writhe from the sensation. A few moments later you began to harden again. Peter spat on his palm and stroked your cock after. Your eyes closed from all the pleasure.

You felt your spirit lift from your body. These two men were bringing pleasures to your body you hadn’t known existed. You felt as if your body were ascending to heaven for a second there.

Matt bent down to give you a fevered kiss. Peter squeezed himself to the kiss. The three of you sharing your tongues and lips. Matt’s stubble pricked your cheeks but it didn’t matter. You felt yourself near another orgasm. You were now a sobbing mess between these two. Matt fucked you harder, you felt his orgasm nearing as well.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried. Matt said he was close too, whining your name. Peter pumped your cock until your eyes closed from the pleasure, your hands gripping onto the sheets, your toes curled. Matt’s erratic rhythm came to a stop as he emptied his cum in the condom. Leaving you both a moaning mess.

The three of you shared one last kiss before crashing onto the bed. Matt went to the bathroom to get you a wet towel. Peter peppered your temples with kisses, whispering praises. Matt came back with the towel and helped you and Peter clean up, he took extra good care with cleaning your behind.

After that, the three of you laid naked on Matt’s bed, drenched in sweat. You felt yourself drift off to the night. Your head to Matt’s chest and Peter’s arms wrapped around you.

You wake up to the sound of frying and the smell of cooked bacon. You found yourself tucked in Matt’s blanket, with your boxers on and Matt’s shirt on you. You stood up, your back aching, and went to Matt’s small kitchen. You found the two boys cooking breakfast. It was Matt who noticed you first.

“Hungry?” he asked, finishing off frying eggs. Peter noticed who Matt was talking to and smiled. He walked towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead, his hands on a plate of bacon and some toast.

You smirked, very.

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Steal My Warmth

summary: matt lets you use him as a pillow.

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader

warnings: none! fluffy fluff here

wordcount: 379

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The way Matt loved you was devastating. He ached when you weren’t near, and when you were he found his fingers were always reaching for you to come a little closer. His hands always found themselves wrapped around your midsection, the extra skin letting him steal an abundance of warmth and softness from you.

When you’d asked him if you could slip under the blanket with him on the couch, he told you you didn’t have to ask as he peeled away the thick fluffy cover.

“C’mere.” You try to slot yourself between him and the couch but he pulls you to lay on him directly, your head sinking into his chest as he tucks you in.

“Cozy?” You nodded, feeling his fingers caress your skin, his touch sliding lower and lower after starting at your waist.

“Watch the hands.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He clicks resume on his podcast as you get comfy on his chest and scroll through your phone. Quiet domesticity takes over the apartment, your even breath mirrors his as the two of you soak in each other's presence.

“It should be a crime to be this soft and warm with that much muscle.” You say, poking his abs. He chuckles, pulling your body closer to his.

“Feel free to come steal some warmth more often.” You nuzzle further and he gasps at the feeling of your cold nose pressing against his bare chest. Your eyelids grow heavy and you glance up to Matt, who was listening to his podcast. He looked at peace, his fingers still moving, albeit slowly, across your skin while your head moved up and down gently from his breaths. You smile, your eyes shutting more and more as you finally succumb to sleep with comfort personified who is Matt Murdock.

His attention is drawn to you only when your phone lands face down on his skin, the glass screen chilling his body. He brings his hand up to thread through your hair, dull nails gently scratching at your scalp. With his other hand he pauses his podcast and drops his headphones to the ground quietly. He moves your phone away and pulls the blanket up a bit higher to cover your body.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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clarks-letterman · 5 months

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a man's sport | Matt Murdock x reader

a/n — wrote this because pool is such a slutty sport idk // title is a joke

warnings — rimming (Matt receiving), not proofread (late night sorry)

summary — Drunken fools make a bet and don't even follow it, too entranced to care.

words — 2.5k

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There comes a time in every man’s life where he gambles with dice he doesn’t know every side of. He makes choices with a devil on his shoulder to guide him, or maybe an unassuming angel, naively nudging his shoulder so that he turns down the wrong path.

You met Matt on a night like tonight a few weeks ago when he came into the bar with a black eye and a story to tell. It was easy to get it from him after offering to buy the first round of drinks. ‘A car accident,’ he said, ‘involving no more than a parked car and an ignorant passenger opening the door.’ You could put two and two together, but you could also tell when someone was lying. He walked through the door that night, claiming to have gotten it on his walk over, but the development of it seemed too fast. Then, for the entirety of that night, you had to remind him every half-an-hour or so to apply something cold to the area for the swelling and the pain likely tingling on the surface. He teased you, calling you his ‘mother’ for being so overbearing, but it was just the way you knew someone would typically treat a shiner like that.

Somehow, it didn’t scare him away. Matt would show up to the bar, alone, often asking the bartender if you had come in. It became a silent agreement that the two of you would meet after your respective jobs to just forget about everything else. The disconnect and difference between your lives meant that you could be yourselves, and learn about things you never knew before. Matt had been schooling you on laws, mostly getting you to open up about the time something memorable happened, then pointing out what you could or couldn’t be prosecuted for. It was all reckless stupidity or something along that line, nothing serious.

Just when you were about to catch him in another lie, he took a sharp turn in the conversation after pounding back the last of his drink. “Whoever loses a round, buys a round,” he suggested. Matt nodded his head towards the pool table in the back of the bar, the sounds of patrons playing earlier must have let him know it was there. Otherwise, you would have thought the very reason you had become so infatuated with this man would immediately reveal itself to be a lie.

Maybe it was some kind of joke, a way for him to finally pay you back for adding on to your endlessly accruing tab at Josie’s. If he did win, you’d just ask for the cheapest whatever, whether it was alcoholic or not. It’s not like you needed it anyway with the amount of it in your system as is. Plus, Matt had told you more than enough about his business to assume that it was more of an emotionally stable job rather than a financial one. The way he talked about it made it sound more like his house, where his heart laid the rules.

The steps taken over to the pool table were sloppy, unsteady. Even Matt careened over, forgoing his walking cane in favoring of letting touch guide him. The tips of his fingers glided atop the bar lightly, adding a bit of confidence to his stride. That was until he ran out of countertop to guide him, and he took each step with caution. He had a bit of faith that you would be following close enough behind to catch him if he stumbled.

Matt felt around the area and picked up the pool stick when his fingers touched the wood. Maple wood—smoothed down and glazed with black tape that was starting to peel at the edges from months, years, of use. He could hear you stomping around the table, setting up the balls in order and with care and placing the cue ball at the end of the table where he stood. Matt already had the stick resting between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers.

“I don’t think you can beat me,” Matt said confidently.

“You bet your ass I will.”

“Is anything up for negotiation?” He asked, spreading out his legs and arching his back to get precisely the right angle. Every sense he had told him it was the perfect shot, the one to sink three balls into three separate pockets and start the game off strong. He raised the back of the cue to run along his knuckle with just the right glide through, running it forward just shy of the white ball placed on its marker to practice the motion.

You held onto your pool stick with two hands like a cane with no curve, watching him move. “Yeah, as long as you’re fine with it.”

“Then it’s a deal.” Matt wore a confident facade, only shifting away from that when you accepted his offer. He moved a little to the left, pretending to correct his stance. With a quick snap, the cue ball flew, hitting the alignment head on and effectively doing nothing to increase his points. Each scattered in different directions, like little balls of fire to him, all in different sizes thanks to their color and how they each absorbed light. Not a single ball went into a pocket, and he smirked at how easy it was to achieve failure.

You watched how Matt’s turn went, and readied yourself and a different side of the table, ready to take your turn. Hopefully, this game would go well for you. “Let’s hope I’m not dealing with the devil.”

“He hides in plain sight.” He said casually, mischief tinting his red-lensed glasses.

Matt tried to make it known, moving around to the side of the table you were on for all of his turns. He made to get as close as possible, insisting that it was the “right angle” to take his shot from. In reality, he used it as a way to be in front of you, leg straddling the table’s wooden rail. His knee grazed the green cushioning that lined the surface of the playing area. The alcohol created a tide that washed away any connecting line in the sand that would make sense of how a blind man could play pool. You didn’t even question how he knew where you stood to take your shot without guiding him to it. To Matt’s surprise, even though he had thrown to game to get his desired outcome—to let you have your way with his ass—your coordination wasn’t strong as a drunk. He could have simply watched the game play out and still won, even if he wasn’t playing.

Thankfully, you got the hint on what would have been his winning turn—solid red, number three his senses told him. He stood at the end of the table that looked out to the bar. You came up behind him, cupping his ass as the backside of his dress shirt and belt and fabric struggled to contain him. The ball wasn’t the center of his attention, no, it was you.

A little devil whispered in his ear, your alluring voice making a bitter crime sound sweet, “Let’s add a crime to be prosecuted for, huh?”

He reached for his tie, clawing at something. His fingers felt the bristle of the scruff on his neck in his quick movements before sliding down to the collar of his shirt. He needed to get the words out that were stuck in his throat, “Like what?”

“You’ll see.” You promised him, backing away from him and kneeling down. Both of your knees hit the hard floor of Josie’s, the layer of scuffs caused by his angular dress shoes and many other’s beneath you. Now, a set of soft, bruising knees like yours had likely never grazed a floor like this. All kinds of bets were made, but this had to be the most unusual.

Your hands made quick work of his belt and pants, pulling his hips back to give room between his buckle and the side of the pool table for your hands to slide into and do what they needed to. He closed that gap when everything was free, pressing his already stiffening cock against the chilled mahogany wood, creating a friction for himself in the front. His hands never left the cue, only tightening on the stick when he felt your presence nearing him.

Keys of coke were snorted and needles percolating with heroine were probably done in the bathroom, but this would be the only line of crack seen in the bar itself. Good people of society, you claimed yourselves as. All of that could have simply been a lie as the addiction to Matt set in. The smell of him radiating in waves like notes of a cologne drew you in. Laundry detergent came in brief hints of a top note that had faded throughout the days wear, replaced quickly by his aromatic cologne. It was cheaply scented with a woody dampness like trees looming in the mist and poppy flowers drooping from weight on their petals—everywhere yet easy to miss as the base notes of everything that made up his smell hit next. The base notes of his smell were the most carnally alluring, that being his musk. Sweat lingered from being trapped in a stuffy office all day, with a brisk walk to the bar adding another layer to it.

But then, you got a taste of him. It was bland, bitter, and had hints of saltiness to it. With taste comes texture, and Matt’s fuzzy peach had something unlike anything else. He had a devilish combination of smells and textures that kept it interesting. Your lips grazed over his hairy cheeks, feeling the dark hair tickle your chin and surrounding features. The palms of your hands felt it, too, once they peeled him apart to undo his natural layers and uncover where he was sensitive.

You were able to go deeper, your hands sinking well into his cushy cheeks with more than enough to hold. It made your face feel like it was sinking into his folds while you wedged yourself between him. Your nose was the first thing to meet his crack—just above his hole so that your lips could meet his tightness. You pursed your lips, your tongue filling the space between them that formed and stuck it out. Then, you did the one thing your tongue could do—lick and lick around in circles, stripes, and as many teases as you could think of from his taint to his hole and back.

Matt was in shambles in moments. He had fully leaned over the table, humping against the table and, indirectly, rocking back against your face in a steady rocking motion. He didn’t treat your face like a stranger, but he was completely new to the feeling. Not only because he never really embraced this side of himself, but because it was such a dangerous thing to be caught for. One, two, three—fuck was that the fourth time you had slid your tongue in his hole already? It felt like a blur of repeated motions.

One, two, three, four, he counted. He tried to make sense of how many heartbeats filled the bar, trying to find risk where he could to make this act more devious. The more people could walk around—or hell, even just turn their head—and see him with his pants at his ankles and a hard-on defiling the pool table and a person making his ask feel so good and he moaned; there you go again, making him a mess. He tried looking natural, as if he was taking the worlds longest pool shot. But all it would take is someone sitting on the side of the bar that would cause the bartender to have to look this way for it to be apparent. What did it even look like to someone else? Because to Matt, it felt like he was lying on a green cloud nine, but had he leaned down far enough to expose what you were doing? Anyone could follow the trail along his back and see the top half of your face peeking over his two hairy mounds, ducking and resurfacing in careful movements. His shirt riding up to show off his lower back, too.

He could feel you smirk against him, a soft chuckle as you realized the he lined up a shot that he never took. Matt was too busy letting out soft noises of satisfaction to finish the game.

“Take the shot, Matt.” You breathe out in one non-stop string of syllables. He could feel your hot breath return back to him after parting from his ass. You felt him shift his legs slightly, giving you a better angle to rim him.

He sprawled his hand out on the slate, his other hand shakily slotting the pool stick between his middle and index finger. He stopped finding relief on the table itself, let himself painfully ache as he did what you asked of him. In an almost twist of fate, this was the most ideal spot for him to sink the final ball into one of the six pockets on the table; the corner on the far-right looked the most appealing. Matt bent down, arching his back up and, by virtue of that, offered himself more to you. Your head nodded vigorously to both lick stripes over his hole and quickly slip in and out of his tight hole. The way it felt on your tongue and the way your tongue stretched him was like a perfect storm to throw off his aim. Matt took the shot and missed, the ball ricocheting of the east side of the table and then the north side, slowly rolling into the center.

While he may not have found victory, Matt rapidly found release moments later. He kept the cue in his hands, using the stick as a way to vent his pleasure with a tight grip on both ends. He applied as much pressure as the pleasure you elicited from him. You took the opportunity to reach up and grab ahold of his cock since he had yet to go back to grinding it. Your hand fondled him and jerked his length back and forth as he fell into a rhythm of grinding against your face and your hand. The movement quickened as he felt a welling inside his stomach. His senses told him that he was about to—and he did, shooting ropes along the side of the pooling table and sending them hurling to the ground just a short ways away from ruining his shoes and bunched up boxers as they landed by his feet.

Matt fought the urge to let out a noise, a hint that anything but an irregular pool game was in session. In his bliss, Matt had snapped the pool stick from the pressure he put on both ends. Jagged and sharp pieces of wood poked out of its innards, some of the wood chips scattering themselves over the table. You didn’t even notice it until you stood up, helping Matt affix his pants and belt.

“Guess we’ll call it a draw?” He asked, pretending as if he wasn’t going to lose the game.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months

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Something like that

Matt Murdock x male reader

Request / Matt Murdock x male reader basically nightwing, and they have a little contest on whoever takes out the most bad guys gets the most kisses

You are out with your boyfriend patrolling the city. You and Matt are on the roof and you are looking down, so far some people just pass by.

“I have an idea,” Matt said.

“What is it?” You asked.

“What if we have a contest of who can beat up the most bad guys?” Matt asked.

“What is the prize?” You asked.

“A kiss,” Matt said.

“That’s cheesy” You laughed.

“But you like that I'm cheesy” Matt smiled.

“Yeah, I can't deny that you are cute and cheesy” You smiled.

You gave him a peck on the lips. You jumped off the roof then Matt starts to follow you. Matt managed to stop a robber that tried to rob a taxi driver then you stopped two bad guys that tries to rob a delivery person. You have gloves on and you use the electricity to stop the bad guys.

“So far, I stopped two bad guys” You smirked.

“It’s not over yet” Matt smiled.

You and Matt continued to fight more bad guys. You got a little faster because of your training.

“Looks like your training paid off,” Matt said.

“Yeah, Batman helped me out,” You said.

“Batman? That's a strange name” Matt said

“It's a long story, I will tell you another time. Do we keep going? I think we are at a tie” You said.

“Yeah, let's keep going,” You said.

You and Matt found a group that broke into the bank. You and Matt dodged the bullets and then Matt started to fight now you joined in. You jumped over his shoulders and punched the guy in the face.

“Show off,” Matt said.

“Don’t be mad about it. Plus, don't be mad when I win” You said.

“I doubt that,” Matt said.

You and Matt continued to fight the bad guys then left when the cops arrived. You and Matt did patrol the city together and fought some bad guys. It was getting late, you and Matt went home and he takes off his mask.

“Looks like I won, Y/n,” Matt said.

“No, I won,” You said.

You take off your mask. But you and Matt can't agree on who fought the most bad guys. But, he kissed you on the lips and he starts to smile.

“I won, Y/n. You just don't want to admit that” Matt said.

“It's the other way around, Matt,” You said.

Matt put his arms around you and he starts to kiss you. You and Matt are smiling, you keep kissing him back. Later, you help him clean the wounds on his left forearm. You and Matt started to become affectionate toward each other, you started kissing him on the couch and he has his arms around you.

#matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil x male reader #daredevil x reader

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mordredisacoolname · 3 months

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MATT MURDOCK X MALE VIGILANTE READER

Headcanons

Y'all I don't know anything about lawyers so don't judge me

CW: mention of being beaten up, tiniest mention of smut but really nothing

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-he first heard of you when a witness on the news said someone masked saved her from getting robbed

-he didn't think much of it at first, but it happened again, and he decided to investigate

-matt searched for you for days, focusing and listening

-he almost gave up hope when he finally located you

-you were lying near the dumpster, beaten up with a stab wound and passed out

-he figured out police or hospital won't be good for you, so he called Claire up and asked her for help

-a few hours later you woke up in an unfamiliar place, on a couch, a man sitting opposite of you.

-no. Not a man. The daredevil.

-"good morning" and that was the start of your partnership

-he started teaching you how to fight more properly, how to flee before the police all that stuff

-at first he didn't even think about having a relationship, but the longer you started "hanging out" the closer you became.

-one quiet night you were sitting on a roof, listening to the wind, and people chatting, nothing suspicious

-"so he forgot the papers, and we won another court day"

-you were one of the few people who knew about matt the lawyer and Matt the daredevil

-he trusts you

-you started hanging out more often outside of "work"

-you both enjoyed each other's company, laughing and creating inside jokes

-you even hung up with foggy and Karen a few times, and Karen started getting suspicious

-"so, what going on with you and y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

-you know, you two spend a lot of time together, you seem kinda close"

-this made him think, and question how he feels about you

-how his heart starts beating faster everytime he hears you, how he recognized your smell, how he wants to be with you more, kiss you ..

-next time you met was in his flat, chatting on his couch drinking tea, it was cold outside

-he felt you shiver "are you cold"

-"eh just a little"

-"come here"

-you were surprised, but welcomed the gesture

-you scooched closer and Matt wrapped his hands around you, warmth overcoming you

-at made you feel nervous, being so close to him, and he felt it too

-your heart flutter at his touch

-"can I kiss you" you froze at his ask

"Yes"

-it was a slow gentle kiss, just like him, but quickly becoming more passionate, warming you both up

-finally he could touch you, feel you, make you his

-you started hanging out even more, longer

-he training sessions became much more enjoyable and hot, kinda slowed your progress but it was worth it

-now there was the daredevil if hell's kitchen and his little helper, but you knew, you were much more to him, to matt, than a little helper

#male reader #x male reader #daredevil #matt murdock x male reader #daredevil x male reader

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brianwashere · 1 year

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hiii <3 i love ur work and was wondering if you could do matt murdock x overstimulated autistic partner comfort fic? :] have a nice day

Omg ofc I can! I love writing situations that are more uncommon to find in fanfics!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Autistic!Male!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: look at req

Tw: overstimulation, very descriptive negative sensations (I hate every negative sensation I wrote about), slightly suggestive comments but it’s all a joke made to cheer you up

A Kind Hand

You liked Matt for many reasons. His kind heart. His willingness to put himself aside to help others. His looks, too.

But you really liked that he never judged you for having autism and that he could tell when you got overstimulated without you having to tell him.

The two of you were at some outdoor festival and there were so many people. So. Many. People. All the little sounds they made, every bird chirp, all the colors and smells of hundreds of people mixing into one giant cesspool of information that needed to be filtered. That was too much to be filtered.

Matt could already tell that you were freaking out a bit. Your heart rate was increasing quickly and he could smell the sweat on your palms.

“Hey, are you ok, darling?” He whispered quietly to you.

You shook your head no, despite him not being able to see it.

“Overstimulated…” You mumbled, bringing your fingers to your ears.

He nodded.

“Do you wanna go home?” He whispered again.

You swallowed and nodded, but cringing slightly, remembering he couldn’t see you nod.

“Mhmm…” You hummed, hoping he would take it as a yes.

“Do you wanna hold my hand?” Your lover held out his hand, offering it to you.

You gently took it and intertwined your fingers with his, trying to focus only on him and not what was happening around you.

Matt kept you close to him as he parted the sea of people with his walking stick. Most people moved far away from him when they realized he was blind, pretty nice in this situation.

Your gripped onto his arm and huddled as close to him as you could to avoid touching any unwanted textures, or people in general. Just thinking of touching anything other than Matt made your skin crawl.

The two of you had finally made it out of the large crowd and got further away from all the loud unpredictable noises. It was already helping but you really wanted to just go home, put on your noise canceling headphones and lay in your boyfriend’s silk sheets.

Just as you were thinking about how nice it’ll be at home a car on the street next to you let out a sudden loud honk, and caused you to jump, wrapping your arms around Matt. Without saying a word he wrapped his arm around you and gently kissed your head.

The sudden noise of the car horn seemed to jolt you back to oversensitivity and you felt every fiber of your shirt and the awful feeling of the jeans you were wearing in humid weather. It made you want to gag.

You took a shaky breath and pulled away from Matt, needing less pressure on your uncomfortable clothes.

“You alright?” He checked.

You suddenly felt like crying with frustration at the idea of needing to use words but swallowed down your discomfort.

“Can’t—handle…touch.” You managed to string together.

He nodded and kept walking, listening for your footsteps.

When you two finally reached the apartment it felt like you were two seconds away from exploding. Matt hurried the both of you in and just entering your shared apartment made it better. The same smell you were used to, the quieter environment.

You still needed to get out of your clothes tho and Matt seemed to realize it too. He headed to the bedroom to rummage around and find a soft shirt for you.

You didn’t even wait to get to the bedroom to strip your jeans off. The clinging feeling of damp denim finally leaving. Left only in your boxers, you sighed with relief and walked to Matt.

“Stripping already? I haven’t even bought you a drink yet, pretty boy.” Your boyfriend teased, trying to lighten the mood.

You huff out a laugh and give him a tired smile, despite him not being able to see it. He always manages to make you smile.

He hands you the significantly softer shirt and you waste no time in changing.

God, that festival and the overstimulation really zapped your energy, you realized, rubbing your face.

“Probably gunna nap…” You mumbled.

Matt hummed in acknowledgment.

“Can I kiss you before you take a nap?” He asks, very politely for someone who’s slept in the same bed as you every night for over a year.

You smile at his courtesy.

“Forehead.” You say as you guide his hands to your face so he knows where your forehead is.

He gently presses his lips to your forehead.

“Have a good nap, love. I’ll probably be reading a book.” Matt says offhandedly as he leaves the room.

Only as you’re settling under the silk covers do you realize Matt can’t read books.

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vampkillr · 2 years

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Scars — Matt Murdock

Tw: Self harm, description of relapse

gn! reader — 1.1k words — hurt/comfort — this fic was written true to my personal experience with self harm. i am not romanticizing this topic. do not read this if you are trying to have some deranged fantasy of it. the descriptions in this fic may be triggering to some readers. please do not continue reading if this topic will impact your mental health. your health and safety are of utmost importance to me.

My scars were different than his. They told the tale of a different battle. A different addiction. I wasn't a hero like him. He couldn't see the war I was fighting. In a way I was grateful for it. The safety his lack of vision provided. I didn't have to hide myself. There weren't words to describe why I did it. A pain so deep in my bones I had to dig for it. To let it bleed out and let the pressure build once more, only to start the process all over again. With Matt I had to be careful. I had to make sure he couldn't hear it. Smell it. Taste it. This, of course was just a matter of making sure he wasn't there. Everything else was secondary so long as my arm was covered.

It became a ritual. Every night after work to come home and fight the urge. To wait and wait— maybe make a few days clean only to ultimately cave in to that voice in my head. To fill the emptiness on my skin. Once again I found myself staring at my wrist. Blade in hand. Guilt beginning to whisper my name, but the voice louder. How they looked too shallow. How they were all starting to heal. Picking apart the empty spaces and shaming me for not having filled them. It was almost artistic, the lines I placed on myself. Picking and choosing exactly where it was I wanted my blood to spill— and as I started to bleed, I remembered why I loved it so much. I felt warmth. Comfort. My skin cried in a way I couldn't. It dripped. Beaded. It gave me an ache that reminded me I had a heartbeat.

A knock at the bathroom door and the frantic shaking of the doorknob brought me to reality. To regret and disappointment. Ripped away from the peace I had created for myself. “Open the door!” Matthew's voice cut through the wood that separated us. Shit. I took my time getting up, pressing my already bloody cloth onto my arm and going to let Matt in. The second the door was unlocked he barreled through, grabbing me and holding me as tight as he could. “I thought—” His cheek against my head, lips brushing against my ear. “I thought you were trying to kill yourself I couldn't—” I could feel the panic in his chest. In the way he couldn't finish his sentence. “All I could smell was your blood.”

I felt gutted. I scared my only sanctuary. I ruined the safety I found in his normalcy. He knew now the very thing I was trying to hide. “Matthew,” I spoke low, gently trying to coax him off of me. “I'm alright.” I dreaded the possible conversation this would spark. I didn't want him to try to make himself my saint. There was nothing he could tell me that I haven't already heard. He backed away only to hold my arm out for him to analyze. He shut the toilet lid and sat me down, washing his hands and taking the time to pick a thick enough rag. For a minute we stayed silent as he put pressure against my arm, the air of disappointment choking us both. I could see how upset he was. I was upset too. "I'm sorry.” I whispered.

“I didn't know how to talk to you about it....” My eyes trailed his form, the way he towered over me like this. “I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it.” He sighed. “I just want you to be okay.”

“I am.” I tried to reassure him. To reassure myself. We both knew I was lying. I had an issue. A problem that has rooted itself so deep in my brain that I didn't see an end to it. It clouded my vision. My judgement. He let go of my arm, placing both bloody rags in my sink and going on a journey to find my bandages. “I'll get them.” He moved away and I reached for everything I needed, rinsing my arm off and drying it first. Three big band-aids later and I was good as new. I walked over to the couch while Matt made his way to the bar— the light from that god-awful sign outside being the only thing illuminating my path. A purple hue seeping through the vaguely clouded panes, painting the entire room and everything in it. I sat down and he placed a glass of water on the coffee table before sitting across from me. Silence consumed us. Nothing could fix what just happened. There was no space for the conversation to change. A stagnation that neither of us knew how to address. “So you knew?” My voice low.

“The whole time.” His confirmation made me want to sink into myself. Going this long without talking about it, it was no wonder he thought I was trying to die. There was no reason to believe otherwise. “I didn't want to upset you.... I thought you'd come to me when you were ready.” Every time he'd touch me. Every time he'd graze my wrists. Pretending to believe my lies about how they were all old scars. With each question of ‘they're still old?’ he gave me the chance to come forward. With each ‘yes’ I let him know I didn't want to.

“I don't know why I do it.” My arm ached. It hurt worse than before because of how tight Matt was gripping the rag to my arm. “I'm hurting..... I just can't explain how.” I sighed and he got up, coming around to sit next to me on the couch. “A suffering I have to show myself just to know it's real. Maybe I do it just to see myself heal in a way that my brain can't. I don't know.” His hand went to my back. The pressure soothing. “I just can't help myself sometimes. I can't stop.” I leaned over, head in my hands. I just wanted today to be over with.

“Let's go to bed.” Matt gently pulled me off the couch and led me to our room. I didn't have the fight in me to try and stay up any longer. He stripped himself of his black outfit and got under the covers. I followed shortly after, relaxing into his arms as he held me. “I love you.” I didn't have to say anything for him to know that I loved him too. He could feel it. The heat on my skin. My heartbeat. The warmth he covered me in was enough to lull me to sleep. I drifted off surrounded by him.

u definitely do not have to reblog this !! please don't unnecessarily trigger anyone. i wrote this pretty much to comfort myself so i definitely understand if it doesn't get many notes.

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localspiderboy · 2 years

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My Darling, My Baby. || Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: Before the stresses of the day can plague Matt Murdock’s mind he gets to spend his early morning listening to your breathing and the way your heart beats steadily, content in knowing that you are safe next to him. The kisses you place on his skin remind him that it’s just the two of you and for now, at this moment, there is nothing to worry about.

Flag the tag lace spidey if you don’t want to see my nsfw posts!

Category: Fluff, Smut 18+

Word Count: 2,598

Warnings: MINORS DNI, No pronouns or specific genitalia terminology used for the reader and no use of y/n, PLOT(?) OMG exposition at the minimum, morning sex, pet names “darling, love, baby”, kissing, matt holding onto your neck while kissing, you loving matt's eyes, body exploration? Wandering hands, cuddling, fingering, giggling during sex, light-hearted sex + making jokes, penetrative sex we’re using a condom y’all! Practice safe sex, I Love You's, slow intimate sex.

My darling sweetheart baby I know. I know. The past haunts you. I know. Let me kiss your fears away. - Unknown

A/N: This was requested so long ago so sorry it took so long. I tried to find the originator of that quote but I couldn’t :( Do I think this is my best work uhh no, but I think it's one of my favorites. It's been a while since I've written anything but I hope you enjoy it! Please give feedback :)

It was a rare occasion that Matt Murdock woke up before you on a weekday. Well, you would think it’s rare since he often pretends to be asleep so that he can wake up to your kisses and he’s stopped using his alarm since you’ve started living together. Being late to work is always worth spending extra time in bed with you. Today was one of the days where he didn’t pretend to be asleep, it was a rare morning where he wasn’t waking up sore and hurting. The previous night wasn’t filled with you patching up his wounds while holding back tears, instead, it was the two of you laying side by side talking, laughing, and having fun. It made him sad to admit but it’s been a while since you had done that, had fun. Too long since you just basked in each other's company. He knows what he does makes it hard for him to love, which makes him even more grateful that you have made it clear that you’ll always be in his corner and you don’t want to give up on what the two of you have.

Matt doesn’t think he’s ever felt more appreciative in his life. He can feel that you’re alive and safe and well. With you laying on his chest like this your heartbeat reverberates through his body and into his soul. You’re calm, you’re happy. For months even in your sleep, he could tell you were carrying so much weight, there was so much you wanted to say that you felt like you couldn’t. You don’t have to worry about that anymore. He held you closer placing a lingering kiss on the top of your head, breathing in deeply, you smelled of mint-scented shampoo and more importantly him. He loved that. Matthew was so focused on thoughts of last night's talk he almost didn’t notice the shift in your breath and the natural increase of your heartbeat, telltale signs that you were waking up. Almost. But even if he did miss that Matt definitely wouldn’t miss the soft press of your lips against his skin. Right over his heart. Your heart is more like it.

“Matthew, do you have any idea what time it is?”

He had to chuckle at that, your voice was hoarse and you sounded the slightest bit annoyed. It was music to him, he loved it. “No I hadn't checked, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Too early, the one time we don’t have a bunch of adrenaline to keep us up is the time you decide to wake up early.”

“Bad timing. I know.”

“Horrible.” You’re smiling.

“The worst.” He’s smiling.

“Well you, my darling, are so so lucky that you have such a charming face because it’s too early;

You stretch out like a cat, a groan escapes past your lips as you plop back down onto Matt’s chest.

the sun is barely even up Matt.”

The tone of your voice betrays your words, you’re not that upset. More like delighted, actually. It was hard not to be with Matt when you have moments like this.

“Not like I could tell.” Matt knows he might get in trouble teasing you so early in the morning but he truly cannot help himself. When can he ever?

“Matt.” The sigh you let out was tired but playful, you were more than willing to put up with his teasing.

“You are ridiculous.”

“You love it~”

He’s right; you do. You really do.

“You’re lucky I do.”

I am lucky. He thinks. Incredibly so.

You shuffle off his chest and onto the space unoccupied on your queen bed. It’s cold from being unslept on and it makes you shiver. Almost immediately he’s chasing after you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he moves onto his side. He doesn’t pull you but it’s glaringly obvious You’re not leaving, he knows that but he wants you back where you were. You stay where you are on your side beside him. Your hand approaches his face brushing softly at the crease between his eyebrows that never seems to leave.

“I’ll let you waking up at such an ungodly hour slide since you seem so happy to see me.” Your hand is on his cheek now and you scooch closer allowing no space between the two of you.

He was. “I’m always happy to see you, pretty.”

“How would you know, hm?”

He smiles, turning his head so he can kiss the palm of your head. “I can tell.”

“Ridiculous.” You’re teasing him back. He knows that but he wants you to know he means it.

“It’s not ridiculous.”

“I know love. I know.” You kiss underneath his jaw, in the place you know he’s just the slightest bit ticklish in an attempt to hear him laugh. He does. He always does. You keep kissing him moving your way slowly down his neck. You stop for a moment and then you’re laughing.

“It is just a little bit though. How you know whenever someone is good looking.”

“I do not!” He denies it, of course, he does. Matt’s acting shocked but he’s not. It’s not the first time you’ve questioned Matt’s uncanny ability to identify an attractive person and it probably won’t be the last.

“Matt Murdock you absolutely do.” Your words are intertwined with your laugh. He can feel your shoulders shaking against his chest and he loves it. Loves the sound, loves the feeling.

Matt doesn’t agree or disagree. Instead, he responds with a comment about how you’ve been hanging around Foggy too much and you argue that there is no such thing as too much Foggy Nelson and that he agrees to.

By now your kisses have traveled down to his chest and one lingers just a little longer over his heart and he’s basking in the feeling of your lips against your skin. You glance up at him and a warm feeling fills your chest. If you hadn’t felt his hands moving their way across the expanse of your back you would have thought he was asleep. His eyes were closed and he looked nothing less than relaxed, a rare feat for a man like him.

“Baby~” You call, voice light and airy. He hums, as an acknowledgment that he heard you. Your hand travels down his body to the partial erection you had been feeling against your thigh. While not wholly erect it’s prominent enough to feel through his briefs “Nice to know more than one part of you is happy to see me.”

He jumps slightly, not expecting your sudden touch. Matt recovers quickly and soon he’s leaning into it as you stroke him over his underwear. “Every part of me is always happy to see you.”

You gently push at his shoulder moving him to lay flat on his back. “Oh yeah?” Hovering over his face you lean in close lips barely an inch away from his.

“Yeah..” He whispers leaning up to close the gap between your lips but you pull away. You tease. He thinks. Matt’s about to let you know what he thinks but instead, a hiss leaves his lips as you’ve moved your hand inside his underwear and grasped his cock. Your hand feels cold against the sensitive skin but it isn’t unwelcome and it prepares him for when you pull him out of his briefs.

“Every part of me is happy to see you too ~” You whisper against his ear before you begin to travel down his body again. There’s no question what you’re going for but he stops you. Your attention is called to him as he grabs your arm gently and he shakes his head. As much as he loves the feeling of your mouth where he needs it most he wants you to stay up here with him. You obliged and made your way back up. This time you kiss him; he makes sure you do, practically ambushing you as soon as you’re in range. Matt has a firm yet gentle hold on your neck just under your jaw, fingers pressed right against your pulse point.

You’re stroking him how he likes long and slow with your finger occasionally catching on the tip and it time it does it makes him gasp against your lips. The sounds Matt makes as you stroke him are music to your ears low and from his chest. Slowly you move to straddle his hips and even through your underwear he feels heavy against you and it makes you groan. His hands move to your thighs and he encourages you to move your hips. This time he’s the one kissing your neck, moaning against your skin as you grind down onto him. In true Matt fashion, he knows how to work that mouth of his. Open-mouth kisses trail down the side of your neck coming to a halt just above your clavicle. He’s chosen his target, taking the skin in between his teeth sucking and licking until you bruise. He’s cutting it close to the rule you have about no hickeys above the collar but at the moment you don’t mind too much. His lips move to that spot you love oh so much and it makes your breath stutter and your hips buckle.

“Matty.” It doesn’t come out as strong as you want it to but Matt knows exactly what you need.

“I know baby. I know.” Matt then flips you on your back pulling your underwear off in a smooth motion Matt’s crowding your space and you accept it happily. The feeling of his weight on top of you is more than welcome but you choose to tease him anyway.

“You’re heavy.” You groan and push at his shoulder with no real attempt to move him which only prompted him to put more of his weight onto you.

“Bear with me for just a moment baby.” He chuckled and before you could reply he was touching you right where you need him most. Your head drops against the pillows and you moan his name breathy and quiet. Matt reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube from inside the drawer, you hear the cap open and close before his hands are back on you.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He repeats it in a whisper as his lube-covered fingers prod at your entrance. You clench around him as he eases two fingers in. He spreads his fingers wide drawing them in and out slowly. “That feel good?” You nod vigorously reaching out you wrap your arms around his neck pulling Matt in close. “Need you, Matty. Please.” You whispered breathlessly.

“I got you baby.” Matt continues to work you open his fingers pushing into you deep exactly where you need them, stretching you wide until you’re whining and your nails are digging into his back.

“Need you inside.”

“Yeah, babe? Fuck…” And suddenly the waiting is too much for him as well, he needs you as much as you need him. He pulls away from you only for a moment to slip on a condom but then he’s back, hands grabbing at your thighs and cock prodding at your entrance. You both groan as he slips in the stretch of his cock isn’t unfamiliar to you. He finds all the right places right away. He sinks his entire weight into you and it makes you whimper just how full you feel.

Matt’s thrusts are slow and gentle but they reach deep. You’re not going anywhere there’s no need to rush.

“Yeah, you like that? Sound so good baby.” He leans in close for a kiss and you nod against his lips. Words lost upon you. Matt’s everywhere, he’s invading your senses, and all you feel is him. It’s overwhelming but it’s also perfect and you think about how it must be like for him living like this twenty-four-seven, ten times more intense. You think if you asked him he’d say something charming and cheesy like It’s the life I’ve always lived but you make it so much easier. The thought makes you laugh and of course matt notices.

“You know giggling at a moment like this isn’t usually a good sign.” He jokes and he’s got that smirk on his face that you know very well. “What's going on in that head of yours huh?” He kisses the side of your face, across your cheek, and down your jaw as you had done earlier.

“Thinking ‘bout you Matt.” It takes you a moment to find your voice, it’s heavy as if you weren’t expecting to have to speak and it makes him laugh.

“Something good?”

“Always.”

“Good.” He whispers and continues his ministrations. When he feels your grip around him tighten and he knows he’s got you where he wants you. He pulls his hips back slowly and thrusts in sharp and quick. It makes you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. He continues that rhythm the tip of his cock hitting right where you find the most pleasure. Your moans are light and airy and it’s driving him crazy. “Right there huh? Make that sound for me again baby.” You couldn’t stop it if you wanted to he draws every little moan and whimper out of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and tug at the short hairs at the back of his neck. “Oh baby, please go faster. Please.” How can he deny you when you sound like that? Matt obliges to drive his cock into you faster, forcing his arms under your body, wrapped around your back face buried in your neck. His nose pressed up right next to your pulse point.

“God you feel so fucking, good darling. Take my cock so good, you're squeezing the life out of me baby.” His words only make you clench harder and it draws a groan from his lips. “Matty…please..” You moan into his hair. Matt’s words caused heat to spread throughout your body and you can feel your orgasm fast approaching “You gonna cum pretty? Go ahead baby, I got you. I got you.”

Matt’s thrusts get more intense and you’re right there. Everything’s not enough until it is and you drop over the edge. Your body convulses, hips gyrating as your orgasm passes through your whole body. The moan you let out was loud, probably too loud for how early it was but you simply couldn’t hold it back. Matt’s movements don’t stop he fucks you through it but you clench down on him so tight it makes it hard to move. Very quickly he’s right there with you muttering curses under his breath. He keeps thrusting until neither of you can take it anymore and you both just have to lay there basking in each other’s company, breathing heavily and out of breath.

After a moment, when you’re a little more okay and a little less starstruck you pull his face from your neck. “Let me look at you baby.” You take his face in your hands and hold him close noses touching, his eyes are open and even though you know he can’t see Matt always has a way of looking into your soul and you love every bit of it. “So pretty Matty.” Matt isn’t one to get shy easily but you can see the way his ears flush red and how he sinks deeper into your touch. He kisses you

“Love you, Matty.” You whisper into his ear.

“I Love you too darling.”

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cuddly-dean-baby · 2 years

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The Lawyers

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Words: 667

PART 2 // PART 3

A/N: this can be read as either male or female or whatever, so that’s why i have the male reader tag

A/N 2: it's Jennifer that Matt cheats on you with

You knew where he was.

You knew he wasn’t out doing his crime fighting.

You knew he was with her.

He said he can have a game of pool and a drink with you, Foggy and Karen. After that, he went off, having you think he’s doing his ‘other job’.

When you left the bar after 2am, you stumbled a little down the street and into Matt’s apartment. You noticed that he hasn’t come home yet, so you stayed on the couch and had a small nap.

It was rather early in the morning; 7:36am to be exact. You were seated on the couch after being up for an hour or two. Your body shivered a bit as warmth came from the mug of tea that’s sandwiched between your hands.

With the time you’ve been up, you have come to realize that Matt wasn’t doing his ‘other job’. He was with her; so you had packed your things into the bags and boxes you found, messaged Foggy and Karen half an hour ago, and waited for your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend to come back.

Getting up from the couch and to the kitchen, you drank the rest of your tea before quickly washing it and putting it in the rack.

Once it released from your hand, you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head resting against your back, snuggling into your warmth.

Matt smiled, loving how your body is against his. His smile grows big as he feels your hands interlace with his, but his smile fades slowly as he feels you peel him away from you.

He stands where he is as you wiggle away from his body and the counter. “Are you okay?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Honestly, I would if you came home with cuts, bruises and blood covering you.”

Tilting his head more in confusion, you had to remind him of what happened the previous night. “We all went to Josie’s after work, you left after a game and drink to do your night job. In case you forgot, you usually come home with some sort of wound.”

Sighing, he tries to reach out to you, but he hears your feet move you back.

“You were with her.”

“I-”

“I know you were with her.”

“I- I had to help her with some paperwork.”

Chuckling softly, tears blurred your eyesight. You look away from him as if you didn’t want him to see. “Foggy and Karen are gonna be here in a few minutes to get my things. I’ve already packed.”

“Baby-”

“Nope, no baby. I’m done. I’m out. You can have her here since you most likely fucked her in the bed and every other surface in the apartment.”

He hears you walk away to the coffee table and the jingle of your keys. A minute or so passes to have you come closer to him.

Guiding his hand up, he feels the cold metal of your apartment key. “I love you, Matt.” Now it’s his turn to have tears in his eyes. “I’ll never stop loving you, but I know you’ll go back to her.”

As soon as you gently bump your forehead against his, tears and small sobs escape from him. He feels the small pressure of your lips against his. He tries to pour all his love into it as his hands grip the sides of your hoodie, but the kiss breaks too soon.

“Bye, Matt.”

He notices his hands are now free as he tried to grab more of you, but you weren't there anymore.

He tried to blur out any other noise as he tried to find your heartbeat, but it was gone. He didn’t care that tears were streaming down his face as he falls to the ground and sobs were escaping from his body.

Amongst that, he managed to hear a heartbeat, but he recognises it wasn’t yours. It was the woman who he spent his night with and ruined his relationship with.

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rowniebow · 1 year

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tone | matt murdock x gn!reader

summary: a day in the life of matt murdock and you, who's been wanting nothing more than to learn an instrument.

pairings: matt murdock x gn!reader

cw: it's not 18+ but it infers it a bit. read at your own risk!

word count: 0.6k+

an: short but i thought it was sweet

⭒

the ruined melodies sat between your jaw and clavicle. it echoed throughout the open apartment. it bounced off every wall and came back crashing into you: your learning mistakes on full blast.

your furrowed brow couldn't hold your bow in place for my longer than a beat. your posture fell, but your yearning for continuing to play and learn as fast as you could kept your tired arm high.

all you wanted to do was play the instrument beautifully.

"hey," a quiet voice broke through the silence that had been filled with your frustration.

"hi," your breathy greeting carried yourself down on to the bed, holding the instrument like a guitar instead. "i didn't know you were home. i'm sorry, this has got to be hurting your ears so badly,"

"no, no, not really," he shook his head from the door frame. he smiled in your general vicinity.

you stared.

"okay, maybe a little," he laughed lightly through your groan.

even if it hurt his ears, he gifted you the instrument. he wanted you to be able to learn it like you had been talking about.

"what's that called?" he stepped towards your sat frame. his glasses were off and his jacket was gone, as if he'd been home for a while. listening to you.

"what is what called?"

"when you," he thought for a moment on how to describe it. "wiggle your wrist like that?"

"ah, my sad attempt at vibrato." you looked up at his still confused but content features. "it supposed to help add emotion and musicality. and hide my horrible intonation errors."

he hummed, thinking to himself. "here,"

he gently grasped the instrument out of your hand and sat it on the bed next to you. he tugged on your loose shirt gently, nearly reveling your entire left shoulder.

"it's a muscle you have build - look," matt ran his fingers along the top of your shoulder. it was a whisper of a touch. "i can hear the muscle fibers tearing and-,"

he stroked his fingers along your skin. it vibrates throughout your body, clenching in and strangling your lungs.

"repairing themselves."

his hushed voice sent shivers down your spine. as if he were too afraid to interrupt the sound of your breathing.

he carefully (careful of both you and instrument) sat it back in the crook of your neck. he took his left hand and placed it on your cheek. the light touch brought the hairs on your neck up. he smirked at the sound of them. and slowly, gentle as ever, he guided your head to clutch the instrument in between your chin. "try that."

you stated up at him, charmed from the calm ocean of his touch.

he, however, felt your state and could hardly make out what it meant. his racing heart was louder than his scattered thoughts. even after all this time, you still managed to draw his mind to a blank.

"you can feel the vibrations better. it might help your- er- tone?" the stumbling of his words brought a repressed laugh out of you

"it's alright," you sat the instrument back down in its case. one that was filled with everything you could ever need by the man in front of you. "i think i'd like to do something else."

your hands found his cheeks. then travelled behind his neck. bits of his hair slithered between your fingertips like how the strings of the instrument did.

"yeah? what's that?" matt smiled leaning down for his lips to play in the beach of your neck.

you released a symphony of giggles into him as you fell back into your shared bed together.

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hellsburners · 9 months

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pain and suffering

summary: to which criminals run from the shadows, and the shadows run home to you. pairing: frank castle x male reader x matt murdock word count: 4k warnings: 18+ warning, unprotected s3x, dom!mattfrank, bottom!reader, double pen3tration, blowj0bs, mentions of violence a/n: i got this request like a whole month ago and im sorry to anon it took me a while to think of this

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The night air looms over Hell’s Kitchen. A normal person might hear the honking of cars and the loud chitchat of people in the street, but to a man like Daredevil, he hears everything. He hears Sally from down the street, crying as her husband comes home drunk, or Dominic, stealing another purse to pay for his brother’s medical bills. The city is not just a cluster of sounds for a man like the Devil, it’s a war cry. His city needs help, so he braces for the jump, a leap into the battlefield.

To him, pain and suffering is a saint. The pain of every hit, every jab, and every punch. To Matt Murdock, the pain of getting hit is like lashing for every sin he’s made. He is the fist of God, the guardian angel of the Kitchen, his suffering is the price for the safety of his people. So to him, yes, pain and suffering is the saint that guides him, the adrenaline to jump, to fight, to stand back up and fight again because he knows if he doesn’t, worse men will.

He sits wounded on top of a building, the hanging laundry hiding him from plain sight. He pants, blood gushing from his lower rib. But then he smells it: gunpowder. The sound of clanking metal and rubber boots walking closer to him. He knows that smell, the smell of danger, the smell of bad news, the smell of The Punisher.

“They hit ya’ pretty bad tonight Red,” his rough voice roared across the building. He smells of blood, not his blood, but the blood of at least thirty other men.

“I don’t need your help, Frank,” Matt said, wincing as he tried to stand.

“I doubt that,” he was closer to Matt, he took the rear end of his rifle and pressed it to Matt’s wound, he cried out in pain. “See?”

“I don’t need any help from you.”

“That’s your problem, Red. You’re so self-righteous. You’re out here bleeding yourself to death thinking God sent you here on earth to be his punchin’ bag,'' he puts the rifle down, the metal butt hitting the floor. “You think your God can miraculously heal your wounds? The Devil ain’t no saint.”

“And you’re any better?” Matt spat. “You wear that skull on your chest and you think that gives you the license to be a killer?” he licks his dried-up lips, the wounds weighing on him. “You’re a beast, Frank. A wild creature with no self-control, bloodthirsty, and—and inhumane.”

Frank was right, but Matt’s pride would never take any help from Frank Castle, he’s a murderer, a cold-blooded killer, and men like him have no place roaming the streets of New York. Matt tries to walk away from Frank, he could feel the blood drip into his waist, his head dizzy. Before he could even reach a meter away from Frank he feels the pull of the earth and drops into the cement floor, out cold.

“Dumbass,” Frank spat.

—

To Frank Castle, pain and suffering is a weapon.

Pain is the bullet to the head of a wife beater, a pedophile, a human trafficker, and any other demented fuck that helps in spreading crime in his city. He sniffs in the scent, it’s nauseating, the smell of garbage and piss, the smell of dead bodies piled in a heap for the cops to find. The blood pooled on his boots, painting them red. He reloads the gun, pulling on the lever that locks the bullet in the barrel, ready for the trigger.

“Please, man. I have a wife and two kids,” the bald man begged. His shirt was soaked in blood, a bullet grazed his hip. He walks backward achingly, his back hitting the wall. “Fuck, man I swear I don't know anything ‘bout this! ”the man kneels in front of Frank, his hands together like he’s praying.

Pain is the bullet that ends all suffering.

Bang!

The man falls on the concrete, blood dripping out of his skull. Frank wipes the blood splatter on his face with his sleeve. He takes the pistol and slides it into the holster on his thigh. He grabs the man’s sleeve and pulls him into the heap. No loose ends.

Frank takes his rifle and leaves. Taking the rooftops so the cops won’t see him. His body is sore, but it was never a hindrance. He sees a red blur across the building. The Devil himself, running from a bunch of men. Frank notices the Devil walking strangely, a hand on his left to cover a bleeding wound.

He takes the sniper rifle and aims it at the four men searching for the masked vigilante. He reloads the rifle, and one by one the men drop dead. The Devil was clueless as to where the bullets came from. He walks over to the wounded man, lumped over the side of a rooftop wincing in pain.

Frank had always admired the Devil’s determination, always standing back up after a fight, the line he wouldn’t cross, it amused Frank in a way. He liked to toy with it, always putting the red vigilante in positions where his moral code is tested.

You know you’re one bad day away from becoming like me.

Frank once told him, and he guessed it wasn’t true. Despite how hard the world hit him, he never crossed that line. That’s why when the Devil ended up face down on the concrete floor he took his body into his shoulder. Carrying his body to the only place he knew would understand the situation. To the person that knew the creed of pain and suffering.

He stands in front of the wooden door, the door was locked. Not his first instinct to knock, because he knew he would always be let in. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knocked louder, banging on the door, the sounds echoing throughout the hallway.

“Jesus Christ, people will hear you,” you said, answering the door.

—

To you, pain and suffering is a curse. The curse that binds people to hospital beds for years, slowly rotting into the sheets as more and more medicine gets pumped into their veins. The curse that brings people into the emergency room, stabbed my knives, with broken knees, amputated fingers, and gunshot wounds through bone and muscle.

You earn money from pain and suffering. Doctor’s fees from people you know can’t even afford it. You always wanted to give them pro-bono, but you weren't loaded like that. That’s why when injured vigilantes were involved, everyone in the New York underground knew your number.

You had known people like Maya Lopez, Misty Knight, Ben Reilly, Ty Johnson, and Tandy Bowen alongside other masked heroes. That’s why when The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen arrived at your door four months ago you didn’t second guess your decision to help him. To you, helping these people would absolve you of being complicit in the suffering of innocent people in the hospital.

“Got your number from Spider-man, hope you don’t mind,” he said, sprawled on your kitchen table covered in blood. His muscular body contracted from the pain as you sewed his wounds shut. You never truly cared about forming connections with your clients, it was more of a get-patched-up-and-leave type of way.

He would often flirt with you whenever he came by, his dimples forming under his mask whenever he smiled or laughed. “Don’t worry Doc’ I’m a big boy,” he said, smiling at you. The smile quickly faded when you dug into his skin to retrieve the bullets on his bicep, a groan leaving his lips. You tried not to think about it, but he's pretty cute.

On one night, a man banged on your door, you rushed to meet a shadow drenched in blood as if it was raining blood from the sky, a white skull on his chest. His hoarse voice groaned as you took him into your kitchen. Multiple bullet wounds, and gashes on his chest, in your personal opinion a person with that many injuries would've ended up on the morgue.

“Did you fall into a meat grinder? What the hell,” you said. You tried your best to patch him up but he needed some blood transfusions.

“Check the bag,” he groaned. Inside were bags of blood from the hospital, all type O, what the fuck.

He stayed in your house for two nights, you checked his vitals every hour to make sure he was still alive. This hasn’t happened before, you’ve never had a client that was on the brink of death. It was always some minor injury, but this man managed to wake up and stand after two days to leave.

You found a bundle of one hundred dollar bills in your mailbox the next day.

—

“Bring him to the couch,” you said. You took Matt’s body as Frank carried his legs, you took his limp body into the sofa, a deep wound on the torso, an easy fix for you at this point. It has been months since you first met the two men in your apartment. You’ve spent multiple nights helping them, in your apartment, or Matt’s, or Frank’s bunker. You were technically associated with them to the point that you know their real names.

“The emergency kit is on the kitchen counter.”

“Got it Doc,” Frank saluted, removing his trench coat and his bulletproof vest, his muscular form bulging through his black shirt. They reeked of blood, you could taste the iron on your tongue.

Matt’s eyes fluttered, his head turning to the sound of your voice. “Hey,” he said, groaning through the pain. You cut his undershirt open, the wound gushing out blood. You took some gauze to soak the viscous liquid, making sure the clotting starts.

“Sit your ass down, Red,” Frank ordered. You managed to sew the wound shut, you gave Matt some pain relievers as his eyes fell back into sleep. You let him rest for a bit, covering him in a fleece blanket. You walked towards Frank, a few cuts on his arms, he was already in the middle of sewing some of them before you helped. “Don’t worry about me, it’s nothin’”

“Make sure you don’t die in my kitchen this time,” you said, walking to the kitchen sink to rinse your bloodied hands. You opened your refrigerator to grab a drink. “Want a beer?”

“Sure,” Frank nods.

You took a cold beer from your fridge, the metal caps clanking on the floor. You handed him the bottle, he took a big swig like he was thirsty for water, some liquid falling from the corner of his lips. He sat on a wooden chair, legs spread, the hem of his shirt raising a bit to show a peak of his abdomen.

Matt soon woke up. Much to your disagreement, taking a beer of his own. He took a seat in your dining area, topless with bandages around his torso. The three of you are looking at each other around the table. “So–what happened tonight?” you asked.

Matt’s frown was deadset. Frank taking gulps of his second bottle of beer. You were taking sips of your bottle, looking at the heated tension between the two. It was annoyingly anxiety-inducing. “You know, I don’t know what’s the point of talking to you two—I’m a physician, not a therapist.”

“You need to stay away from him,” Matt said, his lips a straight line. “He’s a dangerous person with nothing good going on for his pathetic life.”

“Boohoo! Little catholic boy here feels entitled about being god’s little bitch,” Frank spat. “Is that what you think bitch boy?”

“See? He’s an immature old fuck that thinks the world’s answer to violence is guns and bullets,” Matt said, downing his beer.

“He’s just using his lawyer bullshit on you,” Frank said.

You rolled your eyes, it’s always like this, them bickering. You downed the beer, the bitter taste running through your tongue. You set it down with a loud clunk. The two men halted their bickering.

“I’m not taking sides but I think both of you are annoying cry babies that should just kiss and make out!” the two men frowned their brows. “You bicker like an old couple—the two of you need to suck it up because, at the end of the day, the two of you leave a trail of blood in this city that I clean!” you shouted.“You know how many people end up in the emergency room thanks to you two, I don’t even keep count of them anymore.”

Matt called for your name, to apologize or something, but you took another bottle of beer and gulped on the bubbly drink. Instead of talking you took his lips to yours, the bitter taste of his mouth shared with yours. His hands come to your neck, fingers wrapping around the flesh as his tongue meets yours. You smell his clean shampoo mixing with the alcohol, he smelled like a man who took hygiene seriously.

You pull back to walk towards Frank, bending down to kiss him, pressing on his shoulder with your hands to guide you. The bitter taste of both of your mouths intoxicates you. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling you in more. He smelled of cheap soap and gunpowder. You pulled away to catch them frozen, feet glued to the floor, aghast.

“See,” you rubbed your hands. “Not hard at all.”

Frank was biting his lip chuckling, his fingers massaging his lip. He pulled you to his lap, kissing you harder, his hands falling to your ass. Your hands run through his dark hair, his stubble pricking your face. You moaned from the contact, Matt’s enhanced senses making the sound echo in his head. He hesitated but his groin turned to the noises you made. Frank’s lips fall to your neck, nibbling on the skin eliciting more lewd noises from you.

“See this red?” he said. “This little slut likes it.”

“Play with his ear, he likes it,” Matt ordered. Frank hadn’t known that.

“He also likes it when I do this,” he pinches your nipples, and you shudder from the slight pain. The two men didn’t know that you had experiences of having sex with them on different occasions. “So you’re a little whore huh, you do this to all of your clients?”

“No—,” you gasped. “Just you two.”

Matt chuckled. Frank had set you on his lap so that you were facing Matt, his hands playing with both of your nipples as he left purple hickeys all over your neck. Matt had knelt in front of you palming your growing erection. The ache in your groin grows from the lack of release. Tonight these men offer you more pain and suffering but in ways that elicit nothing but pleasure.

He takes your trousers off leaving you with nothing but your shirt, finally something to ease the pain. Matt stood to open his pants, his thick cock standing tall, the hairs neatly trimmed. “Take his dick inside your mouth,” Frank whispered, while he stretched your legs open so his fingers could tease your hole. He took his fingers to your mouth making it wet.

Matt’s hands ran through your hair, his tip teasing your swollen lips. As you took his length into your mouth, Frank's finger entered your hole curling inside drawing out muffled sounds from your mouth. You were quickly bent over by Frank, his head in between your ass cheeks licking and fingering your hole, while your head was bobbing up and down on Matt’s cock.

Frank smacked your ass so hard it left a red print as he continued to toy with your rear. Matt groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Frank pulled you back with your hair, popping Matt’s cock out with a string of saliva. It was painful the way they carried you, but in some sick twist of events, it turned you on even more.

“My turn,” Frank said, as he takes your mouth to his sex, you engulf his thick uncut cock, your nose hitting his unkempt hair taking in his scent. Matt bent down to toy with your hole, curling and stretching two fingers inside you stimulating your prostate. You were turning your lips as you sucked on Frank’s cock, a hoarse groan leaving his mouth as he grabbed onto your hair tightly.

Matt stroked your cock as he moaned, eating you out with his wet tongue and playing with the rim of your hole. Frank took control of your mouth, fucking into it like you’re his sex toy, his cocking hitting the roof of your mouth at a constant speed. Frank could feel his climax coming so he pulls out leaving you a wet mess next to Matt.

“Can I fuck you?” Matt asked. You nod, taking them into your bedroom.

Frank undressed and took a seat on the small sofa chair in the corner of the room, stroking his hard cock. You were on all fours on the bed, facing Frank. His eyes glued to you as he stroked. Matt lubes your hole before slowly pressing his cock into your hole. You gasped as he sheathed into you. Frank smirked, this turned him on even more, his large arms contracting as he stroked his cock.

Matt started to fuck you slowly, his hips slapping your ass. He started to let out guttural moans, his hips becoming rigid as he gripped onto your waist, his nails digging into your skin. He bends down to kiss your neck, rutting into you, his hard thrusts ramming into you. “I’m close,” he moaned. He jerks your cock to the point that you yelp out, cum shooting out of your cock as he continues to jerk his hips before he emptied inside you, a deep groan leaving his lips as his cum fills you. You two collapsed on the bed, his body weight on top of you.

“Move over Red,” Frank said, looming over you as Matt moves over before Frank mounts you. Matt’s cum formed a slippery lube that made Frank’s cock ease its way as it thrusts. Your body was still weak from your high. He grabs onto your hair as he ruts into you, continuing his hard pace against your body. “You like that?” he said, stroking your sore cock back to hardness.

“Ye–yes, fuck,” you moaned.

Matt was at the edge of the bed, soothing your hair as he peppered kisses all over your face. The bed creaked as Frank humped you, veins popping across his arms as his grip on you tightened, you’re sure it would leave marks. He pulled out, leaving you to gasp from the sudden lack of fullness. He sits back on the headboard of your bed, legs sprawled as he gestures for you to ride him. You mount yourself on his hardness, sitting on his thick and hairy thighs. Matt sits on the edge of the bed, his erection coming back from the sight of you two.

“Take it like a good boy,” Frank praises. You hold onto his chest as you feel the hardness enter you, some of Matt’s cum leaking out. You take Frank’s lips, you now realize how abrasive his stubble was. You move your hips around and around, Frank lets out curses here and there. He pulls your head back, littering your neck with more marks, his fingers find your nipples, teasing them to draw out more moans from you.

Franks sees Matt on the side, his hard already leaking precum just from watching you take Frank’s cock. He calls for Matt to come to you two, to join back in. You feel Matt’s fingertips on your skin, your body is now so filled with stimulation, his mere touch driving you wild. You feel his erection on your back, his lips attached to your shoulders. He takes his leaking cock and presses into your hole, the size alongside Frank’s was a tight fit, your breathing quickens from all the pressure. The two men made sure to guide you and praise you as you take both of their lengths.

You cry out from the sensation. Frank takes your lips to stifle your cries, tears fall from your eyes as your tongues touch, and Matt inches to join your kiss. The three of you kiss into the pain, The two men slowly moving inside you. The pressure was so intense but the arousal overcame, your sex was so hard, leaking so much into Frank’s abdomen. They start to thrust, Matt could feel his sensitive frenulum rub on Frank’s, it made his eyes roll back, his senses overflowing.

All of you reeked of sex, the sounds of slapping skin and wet tongues fighting for dominance against the grunts and moans. The constant rocking was making the bed hit the wall, the mattress moved as if there were an earthquake. You were all covered in sweat, hair sticking onto skin, Hands gripping the wooden headboard, fingertips roaming skin, and tongues lashing on each other.

Everything felt like a blur to you, you were being rocked back and forth like a playground swing, your core sore from the fucking, and there were pairs of hands all over you touching your most sensitive spots. You could feel the climax, creeping into your body tingling your coccyx to the highest peak of your spine. You felt their erratic thrusts, Frank was a groaning mess under you, his neck all red and his face flushed. Matt was a noisy mess on your ear, cursing and calling your name like a prayer, his arm wrapped around your waist as he fucked.

You were at your peak, arousal overflowed from your body into theirs. Their cum filling into you. You all yelped out in pleasure as you rode your highs. Frank dug his hands into your thighs as Matt hid his forehead on your shoulder, rutting their fill into you. The next few minutes came to you in flashing lights, like fireworks spraying colored lights all over the room.

You woke up the next day to two heavy bodies at your sides. Matt’s arms around your waist with your head resting on Frank’s chest. All of you reeked of sweat and cum. As you turned you saw Matt’s eyes flutter, his long lashes flicking as his golden eyes beamed under the sunlight.

“Sorry about last night,” he whispered.

“Why? I had fun,” you said, peppering kisses all over his cheeks.

“You sure?” he said, as he rubbed his thumbs on your cheeks.

“Pretty sore but nothing a pain reliever won’t fix,” you said.

“I guess you’re right, making out fixes everything,” Frank said, his voice deeper. He joins you and Matt, pressing kisses all over your shoulders. Matt takes this as a sign to kiss you all over your neck, their hands snaking all over your body. “What’s good for breakfast around here?” Frank said in between kisses.

“There’s a good diner across the street,” Matt said, leaving soothing kisses on the marks they left on your neck. Your body was so sore and painful, but these men made sure to make it up to you. You woke up last night to them cleaning you up, Matt wiping you with a damp cloth and Frank rummaging through your closet to grab something for you to wear. Despite their rough lifestyles, they made sure you were taken care of. Maybe a little less pain and suffering next time though.

“But first,” you said, pulling away from them.” Shower.”

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devils-dares · 1 year

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when you have the chance, can you write about matt x touch deprived! reader?

hi! thanks for your request. I'm working my way through the requests i got before i closed them.

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“Hey there, koala bear.” He says as you wake. Koala bear was an apt nickname for you, as you woke up holding his forearm in your hands and your head resting on his shoulder.

“Good morning.” You say, moving off his arm back onto your pillow. Matt gasps at the pins and needles that flood his arm when you get off, clenching and unclenching his fist to get the blood flowing.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks.

“Like a baby, sorry for taking your arm.” He shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

You watched as he got ready, brushing his hair and buttoning his shirt. You took his tie from him and tied it for him. It took you much longer to do it and it always came out slightly crooked, but he’d wear it proudly with the distinction that you did it for him.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” You ask, climbing out of bed as he puts his suit jacket on.

“Sadly, yes.” He opens his arms as you walk directly into his chest, holding him close and hearing his heartbeat.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He laughs, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’ll miss you too, bug.”

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Matt’s favorite time of day was when he came home, whether from the office or patrol. He’d always brace himself for impact when you got up from wherever you were resting.

“Matty!” You yell and he grunts as you hug him.

“Hi honey.” He says, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You rest your head on his shoulder as he walks the two of you through the apartment and sits you down on the couch in his lap.

“How was your day?” You ask, your finger coming up to trace his face, feeling his days old stubble prickle under your touch.

“It was good, missed you.”

“I missed you too, my love.”

“Alright, let me change and then I’ll cook dinner for us.”

“I can cook dinner, you just came home.”

“And I know you’ve been working all day too, let me cook.”

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Cooking with you was also Matt’s favorite time of day. You’d come padding out into the kitchen and cling to him while he stirred the food. He’d sway back and forth while you held on to him, muttering something about how it was a crime how warm he always was. Today was no different.

His head rested on top of your chin, hand on your back as he held you close with the other stirring the food. He puts the spoon down for a minute and holds you, burying his nose in your hair and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Have I told you I love you?” He asks, smile growing when he hears your laugh.

“You tell me just about every five minutes.”

“Unacceptable, I have to make it two at the most, I love you.”

“I love you too, Matthew.”

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The shower shutting off is what woke you in the middle of the night. You blinked awake, rubbing the sleep away as you heard the bathroom door open.

“Matt?” You call out.

“Sorry, bug. Did I wake you?”

“No.” He walks to the dresser to pull on a pair of sweats.

“Was it a busy night?”

“Quiet night, first in a while, only got a few bruises.”

“No blood?”

“No blood.”

“Good, c’mere.” You pull on his arms to have him lay down, his head on your chest over your heart.

“Sleep, Matt.” Your fingers card through his hair, a tried and true method of putting him to sleep quickly and sure enough, his soft snores fill the room.

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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People Watching

M!Reader: You know I just love people watching.

Foggy: What makes you say that?

M!Reader: Well look at this right, that little old lady over there

Foggy: Oh yeah I see her what about her?

M!Reader: Well at first glance it looks like she’s just talking to that guy in the hoodie right?

Foggy: Mhm.

M!Read: If you pay more attention you’ll actually see that she’s his dealer.

Foggy: Wait holy shit she is!

M!Reader: And if you look to the right you can see that women slap her clearly cheating boyfriend.

Foggy: Ooo that’s gonna sting. Good on her though.

M!Reader: And over there is a guy in a red mask beating the shit out of another guy.

M!Reader & Foggy: SHIT THAT’S MATT!

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limitlessinfinityeternity · 1 year

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matt murdock x gn reader

(Y/N) sat on the couch, scrolling through social media on their phone, waiting for Matt to come home. They had been living together for a few months now, and things were going great between them. Matt had told them he was Daredevil, and while it had been a shock at first, (Y/N) had quickly come to accept and support him in his mission.

Finally, the door opened, and Matt stumbled in, clearly injured. (Y/N) jumped up from the couch, rushing to his side.

"Oh my god, Matt, what happened?" (Y/N) asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It's nothing, just a scratch," Matt said, trying to brush it off.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Let me see," they said firmly, guiding Matt to the couch.

Matt relented, allowing (Y/N) to examine the wound. It was a deep gash on his arm, and (Y/N) winced at the sight of it.

"This needs stitches," they said, standing up. "I'll go get the first aid kit."

As (Y/N) tended to his wound, Matt winced in pain, but (Y/N) was gentle and careful, making sure to clean and stitch the wound properly.

"You're lucky it didn't hit an artery," (Y/N) said as they finished up. "You need to be more careful, Matt."

"I know, I know," Matt said, looking sheepish. "Thanks for taking care of me."

(Y/N) smiled. "What would you do without me?" they joked.

Matt grinned. "I don't even want to think about it," he replied, pulling (Y/N) into a hug.

(Y/N) leaned into the embrace, feeling grateful for the bond they shared with Matt. As they held each other, (Y/N) knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

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r0b1ns · 2 years

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BOTTOM! MATT MURDOCK X MALE (AMAB) READER Headcanons

N/SF !!

READ THE WARNINGS

GENDER: Male (AMAB)

CW: N/SFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, sleep kink, CONSENTUAL, male bodied reader, words referring to genitalia, not protected sex, p in a, pwp, detailed

WORD COUNT: 450

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-you and Matt discussed this topic before

-he was hesitant about this

-he usually wakes up pretty early for work

-so you decided to try this on a weekend morning

-the first time you woke up before him

-he was in his boxers, with the blanket tangled around his legs

-he was asleep on his stomach and his head facing you

-you traced his spine and started kissing from the neck down

-you reached his waistband and slowly lowered his underwear

-he has high senses and sensitive skin

-so you'd have to be careful to not wake him up

-you planted a few kisses on his thighs and separated his ass cheeks

-he was tight, but you knew how to solve this problem

-you licked a path between his balls and his hall

-he shifted a little bit but he was still asleep

-your tongue went to his hole and started massaging it

-he began to move

-you knew he'd wake up soon

-so you slid your tongue in and started moving

-two minutes went by and you heard him moan

-his mouth was wide open and he was grabbing his pillow

-he arched his beck and pressed his ass higher towards you

-you let him suck on your fingers

-and inserted them one by one

-until he was stretched and ready for you

-you had to take lube, to not hurt him

-you're bigger than your fingers

-you pushed your tip in slowly

-matt moaned into his pillow

-your cock slid into him fully, and you started slowly pumping into him

-with every thrust it was harder for him to stay quiet

-"harder please" he begged

-you complied

-the sound of slapping echoed in the room

-when you hit his spot he almost passed out

-matt could feel his whole body tingling

-his moans became louder

-you were certain at least one of your neighborhood heard him

-his walls started squeezing on you and his legs shaking

-you spit in you hand and reached your hand to stroke him

-his face pressed to his pillow and toes curled

-"fuc- yeah...sh- god yes"

-he couldn't even finish a full sentence

-he came with a loud moan and fell to the mattress

-you kept going until you pulled out and finished on his beck

-you took a few minutes to readjust yourself

-than you got up and took a wet towel to clean him up

-"if I knew you'd it felt I'd agree to this way sooner" he smirked

-"now you know, annnd we don't have to go anywhere"

-"you're suggesting something sweetheart?" He asked I'm a flirty tone

-you knew what you were going to do the next few hours

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brianwashere · 1 year

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saw requests were open so might as well request :p ; imagine being peter parker’s younger brother that also has spider powers and during the snap peter turn dust so most likely aunt may did as well. So reader was most likely homeless for a while until matt murdock comes in as daredevil and becomes a father figure for the reader :)

Kicking my feet and giggling. I haven’t got a req in so long and I love getting them so this made me very happy. So sorry the ending is abrupt I really wanted to get this posted!

If anyone wants another part to this I will write more!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Paining: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Male!Teen!Spider!Reader

Genre: family stuff(?) it’s all light hearted

Summary: look at req

Tw: a bit of language, probably; Matt punches reader on accident lmao

Fear’s corner

You seemed to only be scared these past few months. You were scared when you watched your brother climb aboard that flying alien donut. You were scared when you lost connection to his com and phone.

You were scared when you held your Aunt May and watched her turn to dust.

You were scared when the landlord kicked you out and called CPS after she realized you couldn’t pay rent.

It had been two months living on the streets. Two months starving; two months waiting for Peter to come home. Deep down you knew he’d suffered the same fate as Aunt May.

The cold winter winds rattled your bones and caused you to pull the threadbare ski jacket closer to your body. You shivered and kept moving down the street.

Tonight was a shitty night. You never stopped your spidey-work because you knew if Peter was here he’d want you to continue. Tonight was too cold for it, the suit doesn’t exactly provide thermal insulation, and the suit that was a gift from Mr. Stark was only for emergencies.

As you wandered through Hell’s Kitchen you searched for any grocery stores or restaurants with accessible dumpsters so that you could dig through and find food. You squinted at the sign of a large glass door entrance and saw it was a grocery store.

Jackpot.

Walking around to the dumpster, you took a running start and scaled the wall, not so gracefully landing on top of the dumpster.

You grabbed one of the two lids and threw it over. The heavy black plastic banged against the green rusted metal and you cringed.

The black bags seemed to taunt you, reminding you of how low you’ve sunk in only two months. You shook your head and jumped down, beginning to tear through garbage bags upon garbage bags.

You found an unopened granola bar and ripped the packing open, gobbling it down without another thought. You gulped heavily, pushing the last of the granola down and taking a large gasp of air. You got back to searching for more food.

That’s when you got the feeling. Your spidey-senses were tingling. You grabbed ledge of the dumpster and threw yourself over. A man in a red suit with devil horns landed in front of you. Stumbling back, your back hit the brick wall of the dumpster.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said collectedly.

You gulped and easily jumped over the brick wall, taking off in a sprint.

“Hey, wait! Hold on!” The man called.

You sprinted even faster, any stranger chasing you and telling you to ‘hold on’ was an automatic threat.

You could hear footsteps following you.

‘Holy shit. This guy’s fast.’

You ran down the dark streets, trying to find somewhere to get up higher. You turned down a pitch black alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, scaling it as fast as you could. You grabbed the ledge of the building and dragged yourself over it, gasping for breath.

Two red boots blocked your vision and you shot up. The man punched you right in the eye before gasping suddenly and gripping your hoodie.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” The question was more rhetorical but you shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

He didn’t need to know your age or that you were on your own. You began to flail to get away but air wasn’t reaching your lungs. The man let you go and you broke into a coughing fit. Collapsing to the ground, you wheezed for breath, desperate for air.

“Hey, hey kid, breathe. Breathe. In and out.” He spoke softly to you.

You followed his instructions and realized there was a weight on your back. This stranger was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“There you go, just calm down, Kid.” He comforted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the first positive touch you’d had in a while.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” The vigilante asked.

You shook your head, seeming to forget that you shouldn’t be telling him this. He sucked in a breath.

“I know someone I can take you to, ok?” The devil said quietly; silently asking if you would go.

You just nodded pathetically. Trying to get up was very wobbly for you. The man helped steady you though.

“You’re in no condition to jump rooftop to rooftop,” He said, seemingly to himself. “We’ll walk instead.”

You just shrugged half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very tired. You met his mask and he gestured near the ladder expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him but began your descent down the fire escape.

You finally reached the point where you could jump off. You landed on your feet, but your knees buckled and you fell back. The man was standing over you in a second. He reminded you of Peter some.

Peter would always be the first one by your side if he thought you were hurt.

You stood up slowly and dusted yourself off.

“Follow me.” The red man instructed.

You caught up to walking beside him. You glanced around the buildings and cleared your throat.

“So uh…what’s your deal, huh? You just go around finding homeless kids to shove into randos’ homes?” You asked, trying to fill the void noise.

He seemed surprised you could talk and fumbled over his words.

“I am Daredevil, protector of Hell’s Kitchen.” He stated.

“Wow.” You said, unimpressed. “So is that like—the full name or is it just Daredevil?” You teased.

He huffed out a laugh, seeming to realize the ridiculousness of his introduction.

“Just Daredevil.” He smiled.

You nodded some.

“So this ‘guy’ you know…is he like..some foster care guy…?” You really didn’t wanna go into the system; you’d met other homeless kids who had ran away from their foster families because of how awful it was.

“…no. Would you rather he be?” Daredevil responded.

“Hell no. I think I’d rather die.” You laughed some.

The silence was more than slightly awkward. You cleared your throat. Your eye throbbed.

“Soooo…why’d you punch me?” You swung your arms back and forth.

He choked at that.

“Thought you were a criminal. And an adult. Most people don’t run unless they’re guilty.” Daredevil explained.

You hummed in acknowledgement. It was his turn to ask questions now.

“So how’d you just…jump that wall like that?” He asked.

“Oh uhhhh. Parkour…?” You tried.

The red man nodded some, though he didn’t look at all convinced.

The rest of the walk went well. He stopped at an apartment complex and buzzed in.

“Fourth floor. Room 14.” He stated before running off.

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him scurry off.

‘What a weird guy.’

You just shook your head and began your ascent to the fourth floor.

When you got to the fourth floor and room 14 you paused, hearing various crashes and curses. A few seconds later the door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. He was dressed in a wrinkly t-shirt and pair of sweatpants; he was staring right over you.

You started to regret coming into the apartment complex.

“Uh…the devil guy told me to come here.” You stated.

He blinked and his face morphed into one of what you supposed to be surprise. It more just looked like over exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah come in,” the brown haired man opened the door wider for you to pass through. “I’m Matt. Matt Murdock.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah…so you’re uh…some kinda—“ You made a vague, random gesture with your hands.

Matt just blinked and waited for the end of your sentence. It was then you noticed his eyes didn’t actually track and movement or shifts of light.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you blind?” You attempted to ask politely.

At that he cracked another smile and laughed some.

“Indeed I am. I hope that won’t be much on a problem.” Matt grinned at you.

“No! No of course not!” You rushed to explain, at which he laughed more.

“Calm down, Kid—“ The rest of his sentence faded out as you zoned in on those three words.

The words that had been uttered to you not half an hour before. By the same voice. Matt seemed to catch on that something was wrong.

“Everything alright, Kid?” He asked concerned.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you?” You swallowed thickly.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“No? Why would you say that? Why would I even know Daredevil?“ Daredevil started.

“Your voice is the exact same as his. And you’re the only one who’s ever called me ‘Kid’ before.” You explained.

He pursed his lips, looking more disappointed in himself than anything else.

“Yeah I’m—I’m Daredevil.” He awkwardly stated.

“So…you’re not really blind?” You knit your brows together.

“No, I’m blind it’s just that I can—it’s hard to explain, let’s just get you settled in for now.” He changed the subject.

It left you more confused but you supposed you had no better option but to agree. You hadn’t slept on anything remotely related to a couch in two months and you couldn’t wait to get the best night’s sleep of your life.

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