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tervaneula · 1 month

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u said leoichi drabble prompt request. consider. one injured and the other protecting them and then the injured one has to calm them down bc 'they're okay, really, promise, rest now'

OKAY SO this fused with a ghost of an idea I've had for a while and it ended up being a bit more serious than the prompt called for and a lot longer than just a drabble. (It's ~1120 words.) CW: blood and injury

Also I made a silly header thing I don't know what to do with, so I'm putting it here since this fic doesn't come with art of its own :'3

“Yui, I’m okay–”

The rabbit turns his head to look at him, furious.

“I heard your shell crack, Leonardo, and I'm not an idiot! Now stay down and let me handle this!”

He falls quiet for a moment before redirecting his glare towards their adversary and then adds a muted, “Please.”

There's no compromising with Yuichi in this state, apparently, and Leonardo stays right where he got crushed between metal claws and the concrete, splayed on the ground next to those very same claws which had gotten swiftly cut from the wrist for their transgressions.

He does roll onto his side to get his body weight off his shell, and yeah, alright, one or more of the old cracks that never healed properly must have split open again. It's tough to breathe and his back feels… His kimono is sticking to his shell and his back feels wet now that he's paying attention, and that. That is not good.

Just his luck to run into a massive mecha wreaking havoc on an otherwise lovely day, huh. He wasn't even supposed to be on patrol and thus is embarrassingly swordless.

Good thing that his date and their resident samurai always carries his.

The slider watches as Yuichi does quick work of the metal hunk's wiring behind its knees, his frighteningly sharp katana slicing through the cables like butter. The mech falls with a ground-shaking rumble, unable to rise again, arm flailing as it tries to catch the rabbit. It's no use, Yuichi is much smaller and faster – and as soon as he reaches the mech's head, it's already rolling. The construct immediately loses power and Yuichi wrenches the windowed hatch in its chest open. Turns out there's no pilot, just a program-operated dashboard, and he makes sure that none of the controls are functional after he's done with them.

Leonardo thinks he could watch Yuichi trash villains all day long, he's practically mesmerised by the strength hidden in that soft frame despite his shell throbbing unpleasantly in tandem with his heartbeat. He sighs, lovestruck.

As his final move, Yuichi thrusts his katana into the heart of the mecha and Leonardo sees a spray of ink-black oil splash all over Yuichi's face and the front of his kimono. It makes him laugh and he realises his mistake too late, his lungs struggling to draw breath again as he finally gets hit with the pain, his body trying to stop him from moving; from causing any more damage. Shit, shit, shit.

He had hoped he wouldn’t need to bother any of his brothers today since he was supposed to spend the whole day with Yuichi but he knows to pick his battles, now. He opens the comm link embedded in his prosthetic, contacting someone who he knows will pick up.

“Che~ello!” comes the cheerful answer in just a few seconds, and Leonardo can't help but smile.

“Mikeyyy, hermano, I'm in a bit of a pickle,” he wheezes, feeling the shift in his little brother's energy as soon as he hears the strain in his voice.

“Leo? Are you okay?”

“Not really, no,” Leonardo grunts. “Got into a scuffle with some big haywire robot– don’t worry, that’s taken care of. I suspect Donnie will want to scrap it for parts. Um. My shell’s– my shell’s cracked though.”

Leonardo can vividly imagine the colour draining from Michelangelo's face and it would be funny if he wasn't acutely aware of a broken shell coming with the very real possibility of his innards turning into outnards.

“I'm calling Draxy. Stay put, I'll get Lee to pick you up.”

“Right,” Leonardo sighs, the line going out just when Yuichi is finally done with the mech and rushing to his side, face haphazardly wiped from oil. His gaze is sharp as he kneels next to him, sweaty and out of breath, and Leonardo thinks he looks like a knight. Or maybe like a samurai of the old, in this case.

“There’s my hero,” he coos before Yuichi can get a word out and the rabbit’s brow furrows.

“Don’t start,” he snaps but his tone softens almost immediately, “I saw you calling someone. It’s bad, isn’t it? It… it looks really bad.”

“Yeeeah, this kimono is definitely ruined,” Leonardo laments, “unless you know how to, gh, get blood out of corduroy? No? Or the obi?”

Yuichi stares.

“A– a shame, really, I did like this one a lot–”

“Leonardo!” Yuichi interrupts him and grabs his bicep, looking two seconds away from crying. Leonardo frowns. He knows he’s getting a little delirious but he was sincerely trying his best to lift his mate’s mood.

“Leon, please, you’re rambling. Is someone coming? Can I do anything?”

“‘m not rambling,” Leonardo grumbles, hissing when he fills his lungs again. “Leo’s coming to get us, Draxy– Draxum will treat the shell. And no, better keep the obi in place until we get to the medbay.”

Yuichi’s shoulders slump and he sighs, most likely relieved that he’s not going to have to figure out how to deal with a cracked shell. Leonardo does not like the lingering worry in Yuichi’s gaze one bit, though, and he offers him a grin. It’s a little shaky but whatever.

“Heeey, bunbun. Listen. This is nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ll be fine.”

Yuichi gives him an honest-to-God kicked-puppy look and Leonardo thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life. He almost tells him so but Yuichi cups his cheek and his forced grin melts away into surprised silence.

“I hate seeing you hurt,” Yuichi murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead against Leonardo’s. The slider’s eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hand to hold onto Yuichi’s wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I mean it. I should’ve been more careful.”

Yuichi huffs and leans away to gently bump their foreheads together.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Maybe, but ’m still sorry. Didn’t want to worry you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Yuichi says, exasperated. “You should know that at this point, I’ll always worry.”

Leonardo grins and this time it’s genuine. Breathing in his partner’s scent is like a balm to him, even if it’s tinged with the bitterness of motor oil, even if his body currently thinks that breathing is overrated. Even if he just got called an idiot by none other than said partner.

“Raincheck on the date?” he mumbles, and finally he gets a chuckle out of the rabbit. Yuichi straightens his back and flicks him on the nose.

“Like you even needed to ask. Idiot.”

Before Leonardo can express his displeasure of being called an idiot for a second time there’s the familiar electric hum of a portal opening behind him, and someone whistles.

“Sheesh, old man. That kimono is definitely ruined.”

#NOT PROOFREAD I had to stop myself because every time I tried to check this over I kept writing MORE and that's just not sustainable #sdfghhsfghjafsfd #anyway these peepaws gay #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt fanfiction #leoichi #peepaw leo #peepaw yuichi #other characters mentioned + a cameo from #rise leo #future leonardo #future leo #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #tervdraws #tervdrabbles

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sebluvsmetal · 15 days

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Yo! Fellow Ultrakill writer! I've got an idea for you: I hc that when Gabriel has a crush, he'll try to deny it and lowkey be mean to his crush, calling them "blasphemous" or "wretched" as a way to deny his own feelings. How do you think he'd react when his crush just responds with compliments? "Blasphemous being." "Pretty angel."

Hope you have an awesome day/night!

i had fun writing this, thank you for requesting! ^^

FOOLISH MORTAL

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Fic

"Why do you bother following me around?" Gabriel grumbles, posture tense as he walks through the halls tainted by the heavy, metallic scent of blood. "You're interesting," you reply, beaming at the angel. "And quite ravishing." You add, giggling playfully. "You are absolutely ludicrous." He spat, turning his head as you flash him a toothy grin. "That's what you love about me, right?" Gabriel's face heated up under his helmet, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly regains his composure, throwing another insult your way. "As if I'd love anything about you," Gabriel replied, kicking a pebble out of his path aggressively. "Well, I love everything about you, angel!" You exclaim, as Gabriel lets out a grunt. "Likewise," he whispers under his breath, as you smirk and walk closer to his frame. "What was that?" He clears his throat, shaking his head. "I said you are a foolish mortal." "Nuh-uh. That's not what you said, pretty angel." You narrowed your eyes, stepping in front of him and blocking his path with crossed arms. "Shut up. You can't even see my face. Now move." With a gloved hand, Gabriel pushes you out of his way and continues walking forward, his pace quickening as you attempt to catch up. "Whatever comes out of your lovely lips, then." You tease, winking at him as he visibly cringes. "You are one blasphemous creature." Gabriel mutters as you feel a sharp glare from under his helmet being sent your way. "And you're quite the beautiful angel." You chuckle, walking alongside the angel. "Shut up."

MASTERLIST i'm sorry if it's too short, but i hope you enjoyed! ♥️ *header from THE CREATION OF ADAM - MICHELANGELO

#ultrakill x reader #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill x reader #seb's writing #YAY #gabriel ultrakill x you

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6mommymilkers9 · 2 years

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Could I request for headcanons of TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control when he asks how are they so open minded?

Of course! These are really creative. Hopefully you like it! Keep them requests coming. Remember I write for Bayverse!, 2012, and Rise!

Michelangelo

• Michelangelo, the fun loving terrapin never got upset. But when he did, he hit rock bottom. Earlier in the day, he had been watching television, as he always did. As the news channel popped up, the news anchor peaked his interest. The brothers had been would with the NYPD for little over a week, and it seemed as if they were covering an article on them.

• “The ‘Mutants’ have been working with our local police force, diligently solving case after case! While becoming hero’s of New York City, many are weary. What are these freaks up to? Are they really kind, or are thing you to something? The public is on edge for an answer! Now on to the constr-”

• Turning off the television, the youngest turtle got up, an expression that didn’t suit his features. “Do they just not understand?” He muttered, trudging to his room. They saved New York, the world! This is what they get in return?

• “Mikey!…Mikey!” Hands cupping around your lips, voice echoing throughout the walls, there was no sign of your turtle. You had saw the article being covered and knew you had to check up on your turtle. Starting to get worried, you began to search everywhere for the terrapin. To no avail, you made way to the last place you could think of, his room. What you saw…wasn’t your boyfriend.

• Sighing, his head being held up by a lonely hand, his other playing with the seems of this pants, he slowly looked over at his open door, seeing you look over at him. “How do you do it? How can you stay so open minded about this? They judge and judge. All we do is protect them.”

• “How do I do it?” Grabbing the terrapins large hand in yours, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, you offered him a soft smile. “I ignore it. It seems hard, but it gets easier over time. You’ll feel the words, their actions, punch you in the gut. You’ll get used to it, their reactions anyway. When you realize that all that matters is you and knowing who and what you are, you’ll become bullet proof. Even if you already are.” You giggled, watching as his blue hues started into your own. “You’re perfect the way you are. Turtle..human..it doesn’t matter. You’re a good person Mikey. Remember that.”

• Cupping his cheek, you peppered tiny kisses on his nose, making the youngest brother laugh and swat at your actions. “Okay okay! Knock it off!” He whisper-yelled, holding your face, stopping your little attack. “Maybe you’re right Y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Shrugging playfully, you grasped his wrists. “Not have a super awesome person like me.” Laughing lightly, Michelangelo smushed his face with your, giving you a toothy kiss.

Raphael

• Tossing the newspaper to the ground, Raphael held a scowl that could kill. “GODDAMNIT! Will this ever fucking STOP!” He wailed throwing himself onto the couch, nearly shaking with anger. “Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it!” Last week he had busted a large criminal operation and this is what he gets?

• Peaking from the kitchen, you saw the hotheaded turtle have another one of his episodes, maybe a little bit worse. Deciding lunch could wait, you quickly hurried over the the red terrapin. “Raph? What happened?” Getting only a simple gesturing pointing to the newspaper, you gently picked it up, reading the header. ‘Turtle Freaks: Friend or Foe?’

• Air escaping your mouth, you let the paper fall from your grasp, floating it’s way to the sewer floors. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.” Knowing to be careful with your words, you say next to the hothead, laying a soft hand on his thigh. “How can you go out there and face those people?! How can you deal with shit like that? I do nothing but work my ass off and I still get called a damn freak!” He yelled, tears evident in his eyes.

• “Not everyone thinks the same Raph. Despite what that damn paper says, not everyone thinks you’re a freak or an enemy. People like you. They think you’re a hero. You can’t let things like that get to you. I let it get to me and that didn’t go too well. While I’m just a human, I’ve been judged, ridiculed, outcasted by people for the way I look, act, for who I am. But they don’t matter in the end. They are just some assholes who want to get to you. They’re miserable in their own way.” Sighing a bit, you cuddled up to the large terrapin. “If it helps, I think you’re the most amazing turtle in New York.”

• Looking down at his human, he wrapped an arm around them, soaking up their warmth. Taking a few breaths, Raphael gave you a small smile. “Damn right I am sweet cheeks.” Kissing the top of your head, he massaged your arm. “Thank you.” He mumbled. “No problem Raph. That’s what I’m here for.”

Donatello

• The lab, usually silent, except for the occasional explosion or sound of metal clanging, was eerily quiet. A drop of water would echo if it could. “Donnie?” You called out, opening the lab door ajar. Watching the news, it was bad. They were hero’s, how could people not see that?

• Shutting the door behind you, you heard a faint sound. Ever so quiet, but audible. Walking around, the sound becoming louder and louder, you felt your heart break. Tears streaking down his green skin, arms wrapped around his scrunched legs, Donatello was miserable. His tech was in the corner, mask tossed across a swivel chair.

• “Could these mutants be trusted? What about the turtle called Donatello? He could be storing weapons dangerous to society? What if they turned to their aggressive nature? What will the NYPD do then?”

• The news, barely audible, laid playing not too far from the two of you, making you cringe at the news anchor. “Hey hey hey…don’t. Donnie…don’t listen to them.” Kneeling down, wiping away tears that seemed to never end, you could only pity your boyfriend.

• “I’d never hurt anyone. I protect. I- I’m not a monster…am I?” Donatello sputtered out, lifting his head slightly to look at you. Shaking your head quickly, you snatched the turtles hands into your own, making him to his full attention towards you. “Donatello, my love, you are no monster. Those people, that anchorman, those are the monsters. No matter your skin, your shell, your hands or your feet. You’re no different than any of us. You’re so smart and the kindest soul I have ever met. You kick ass and protect your brothers, me. You saved the world my love. You have developed so many gadgets that current science cannot replicate. You’re one of a kind. The next Einstein.” Kissing his knuckles, you offered a toothy smile.

• A weak smile scribbled on the terrapin’s face, he clutched onto your small hands. “How are you so open minded? After everything you’ve seen?” Getting up, pulling the turtle to his feet, you looked up at him. “I have hope, for everyone. Good or bad.” Nodding, the turtle accepted your answer, feeling a little better. “Come on,” pulling at Donatello’s arm, you gave a small giggle. “Let’s go play some monopoly.” Donatello couldn’t be happier hearing about his favorite board game.

Leonardo

• Leonardo, leader of the turtle brothers, gave a front that he couldn’t be broken down, that he was bullet proof. He tried to convince himself that. He tried not to let things bother him. He tried so hard. Day in and day out, but he began to reach his breaking point.

• He loved his brothers, but, he knew he couldn’t talk to them about his feelings. Splinter wouldn’t be the best help. He didn’t need guidance, he needed comfort. And that comfort was you.

• Opening your window, closing it behind him, he walked around your apartment. It was small, but it was big enough where he could move freely without much trouble. Finding you in your bed, television dim against your skin, he found you smiling up at him. God, what he would do to see that smile every chance he could get.

• “What brings you here stranger.” You giggled, patting the empty spot on your bed. Taking your offer, he sat down on the bed, getting himself comfortable. “I suppose you’ve seen the news lately. It’s - it’s getting to me Y/n” he started, opening his heart to you.

• Running a hand over his head, he looked over at you, not wanting to break away from your orbs. “I train hard. I fight. I bruise. I have nearly died many times for these people. I don’t feel like a hero. Somehow they’ve made me think I’m just like other criminals. They protest about mine and my brothers presence in the NYPD. They scream ‘Freaks’, ‘Monsters’, anything they can to get a reaction from us. I try not to let it get to me. I’m a leader for Christ sake. And I see you, you act more like me when you’re out with us. You don’t let it get to you. How?”

• “I know how you feel Leo. I’ve been in your shoes before, ya know. High school was rough. I was thrown around, beaten, tossed in the damn garbage. They all laughed at my misery, the very misery they created, formed until it consumed me. Over time, I learned, it’s not me that was wrong, but them. Like those people out there.” Gesturing to the window, people walking down the street with no care in the world. “The very same people love to see your misery. If you give them what they want, they won. Learn to let things go Leo, let their actions, words, roll off of your shell and turn to goo. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

• “I think so.” The terrapin murmured, taking in your words. “Leo?” You asked, laying a hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Hmm?” Leaning up, giving the turtle a small peck, cuddling up to the large mutant. “I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your small frame, he hurried his face deep into your hair. “I love you too.”

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freshabogados · 2 years

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Michelangelo's Matthew

Pairing: Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Tags: fluff, mentions of sex, explicit description of Matt's body, scars, stretch marks, my extreme admiration for our Devil-boy, lengthy (I got carried away).

Shoutout to @dropsofprecipitation for this amazing header! I love your Matt-art so much xx

a/n: I dedicate this piece to anyone and everyone who comes across this post. Bodies are complex. They come in different sizes, shapes, colours, textures, patterns and what not. Everyone is battling with something or the other in their bodies and the least we can do as humans is to not shame someone for how they look. We're made to dislike the way we look from a young age and often limit our beauty to what's on the surface. Every body is beautiful. Every skin is beautiful. Hair or no hair, you are beautiful. Tattoos, piercings, henna, hair colour, scars, and make-up add character to your canvas. You're a magnificent being and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You matter. You are worthy of all the love in the world 💗

Matt was seated on his couch with nothing but his black briefs on. One of his arms rested on the back of his couch while the other lazily took its seat on his thick thighs. He leaned his head back on his right shoulder. His chest rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed. A peaceful smile graced his lips as he listened to your pencil scratch against your sketchpad, with his eyes closed.

You had to submit a sketch for your human anatomy class and Matt had happily agreed to be your subject. In fact, he was looking forward to spending this quiet time with you.

He always liked listening to you work on your projects. Peaceful piano music playing in your headphones mixed with the calm and steady sound of your breath and heart was a melodious symphony on its own, hands and clothes messy with the residue of your medium of choice for the day, gaze focused on getting the shapes right, your tongue occasionally peeking out as you concentrated on a particular area. And when you were done with your piece, you’d always describe them in beautiful detail to Matt and let him run his fingers over the canvas. He was your favourite critic and biggest fan who always left uplifting remarks and asked you to grace his home with your drawings.

You looked up from your sketchpad, finally finishing the outline of Matt’s body and moving on to add in the details. You were mesmerised by the beauty oozing out of this man. The billboard outside his apartment painted Matt in shaded of neon pinks and purples, throwing in blues and yellows every so often. It highlighted his contours like a setting sun washing its colours over a mountain. You left out a content sigh, unconsciously, and smiled at the angelic man sitting opposite of you.

Matt’s head perked up as he smiled lazily.

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes still closed.

“Mhmm. You look peaceful and happy.” not one gram of dishonesty in your answer.

Matt was now sitting facing you, his thighs flexing as he moved to sit up. His gaze fell to where you sat, and a teasing smile played on his lips. You bit down on your pencil as you watched his muscles flex under his skin.

Maybe asking him to be almost naked was a mistake.

“I am happy. I have you, don’t I?” Matt didn’t need an answer from you. He was very well aware of the curtain of peace you both draped on each other. Your heart fluttered with love, unable to form words you replied with a low hmm, something only Matt could conceive the whole meaning of. He knew you were watching him, not observing but admiring, just as he was watching you in his own ways.

“Tell me what you see” curiosity peeped out of Matt’s voice.

“Huh?”

“Describe to me what you see” he had an expectant look on his face, head tilting up slightly asking you to follow his request.

“Uhh...well, I can see you. Of course. You're sitting on your couch and-” you were cut off by Matt’s tsk-tsk.

“Tell me what you see. Tell me how you see me in your eyes. Describe me to me”

Matt made such requests often but to describe you to him. This was new. You’ve called him pretty, beautiful, hot, and even dorky. You sometimes told him how soft his lips are, or how much you liked his butt. Or how good he made you feel when he drove you over edge again and again. You felt the shyness creep up your body, you’ve been physically close multiple times, you both memorised each other's bodies like the lyrics to your favourite songs but this felt more intimate.

“Where do you want me to start?” It was a request and you were going to try your best to fulfill it.

“Wherever you want to start, sweetheart. I surrender myself to you.” He knew what he was doing and his cheeky smirk was solid proof.

His words struck you like lightning, sending jolts of pleasure down to your chest. You took a deep breath and mustered some courage.

“Erhm, okay…your hair. It’s fluffy and soft. I like to run my hands through them all day long. They feel like satin slipping through my fingers. I like it when they form those small swirls on your forehead when you comb it back, I like to pull on themand makeyou groan. And, when you come back from kicking ass they stick to your head with sweat…you look cute for someone who’s half dead.”

Matt let out small puffs of laughter and his fingers started drumming on the back of his couch. You continued with a smile, fingers toying with your pencil.

“When you sleep, it’s the cutest! Just messily sticking out in all directions. Truly a view to wake-up to. I love how a few wet strands of hair bounce with the rhythm of every punch you throw at the punching bags in the gym. I like how they take any shape or form I give them while I lather your hair with shampoo. Remember that one time I gave you horns? You looked so pretty!" your cheeks tingled with all the smiling you’ve been doing; pure excitement surrounded your words.

“And then your forehead. I like the drama your forehead lines bring to your face when you're listening intently. And then your nose. Cute little nose that I like to kiss and boop.”

Matt was fully laughing now. You could see the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, full set of teeth on display, a single dimple embellishing his face. You decided to describe the scene in front of you.

“I love how you look right now. Happy, devoid of the worries of the world, enjoying this shenanigan you’re pulling off.” Matt’s features softened.

“I love how your eyes twinkle in the changing colours of the billboard. Your eyes, oh, they change colours like the leaves change every season. Sometimes they look like sun rays catching onto dripping honey, sometimes like the pine trees in an evergreen forest, sometimes like moss around a freshwater stream. Your lips, soft like cushion, enveloping your pearly teeth. When you wear your mask, your lips get all the attention and it gets swollen with all the adrenaline and sometimes because you break them…oof!” a huge sigh escapes your mouth “Your strong jaw is enhanced with your rough stubble and that dimple. Oh that dimple, I get lost in the depths of it every time it decides to make an appearance.”

Matt got off his seat on the couch and walked towards you. You stopped your elucidation and looked at his broad figure making its way to you. He sat down on the carpet; his hands placed comfortably on your legs while his chin rested on your knees. He pushed his head up, urging you to continue. You discarded your sketchpad and pencil onto the coffee table and found your hands kneading his hair.

"When you smile, I feel like I could live in that moment forever. It lights up your face and brightens my day. And your laughter? It could be easily mistaken for a well-orchestrated music band. If there's one sound I want to listen to for the rest of my life, it would be your laughter." your voice wavered with joy.

Matt’s face had a genuine smile plastered on.

"Well, not just your laughter. Your voice is the most beautiful sound to wake up to, too. Coated in grogginess after you wake up from sleep, brimming with excitement when you talk about your favourite moments, dripping with love when you assure me in my worst times, laced with lust when you make love to me, and I know it's weird but I do enjoy the menacing tone The Devil uses to threaten his enemies." you laughed shyly at the last part.

"Is that why you ask me to use my Devil voice in bed, sometimes?" Matt's hands began drawing lazy patterns on your leg as he talked.

"Mmm, maybe? Is that bad?"

"No. It's definitely not bad. I like it, too. I like the little whimpers that escape involuntarily from your lips."

"Phew, that's a relief." you shifted a little to shake away your building arousal as memories flooded your brain.

Matt nudges your hand in his head urging you to continue.

You continued clearing your throat “I like your ears. Your extremely sensitive ears. They help so many people, they hear so much and yet you stay composed. I like how the tip of your ears turn pink when you get shy or angry.” you moved one of our hands and rubbed his ear “It makes you extra cute.”

Matt could feel himself turn into a puddle as you toyed with his earlobes. You moved your hands down his neck, feeling the warmth of his soft skin transfer to your fingers.

“Your neck, a very bitable one I must say. You’re lucky I’m not a dracula.”

Matt’s body vibrated with his soft laughter “I think you are one! You always bite my neck and I have to spend the next day covered in concealer.” amusement riding in his voice.

“Not my fault!" you slapped his shoulder playfully "Anyway, your shoulders. Oh boy. I can write books about them.”

Matt lifted his head from your lap “Books? Plural?”

“Why yes! They are strong and sculpted, and hmmmphh” you squeezed his shoulder trying to convey how you feel about them.

Matt’s giggles echoed through his apartment. He stood from his place on the carpet and scooped you up in his arms, and sat down on the armchair placing you on top of him. Your legs dangled on the side of the chair as you comfortably sat on his lap, one hand splayed on his chest while the other rested on the back of his neck.

Matt placed butterfly kisses on your neck as you adjusted your seat on him.

“Go on” he urged, still not taking his supple lips off your skin.

You traced the outline of his collarbone and tapped your finger on the beauty spots scattered on his skin before you continued.

“The hollow in your neck, the jaguar notch, invites me to bury my face in them every time you hug me. And now, girls, gays and theys, the mighty arms!” you made grand gestures with your hand before hooting and woohoo-ing.

You looked at Matt’s relaxed form. Smiles and laughter dancing on his face. Eyes twinkling with joy.

“What about my arms?” a teasing tone takes over Matt’s voice.

“They’re a sight for sore eyes, truly. The way they flex every time you grasp onto something does things to me.” you traced the outline of his biceps as you resumed “And the way they strain against your shirt. Lords! It pains me to see them struggle under the fabric. I always want to release them from such torture. Your forearms, well, you know how they get me all worked up, especially if you roll up your sleeves. Just thick and beautiful. Splendid.”

You could feel yourself getting hot by the minute and sitting on Matt's lap only made it worse. His strong warm legs under you, his cock growing stiffer from your words. You wanted to prolong this foreplay.

“Did I tell you how much I like your ass? Gorgeous dumpy that I wanna squeeze all day long. And then, your thick thighs. And your massive tiddies. You're a meal, sir.” you shifted on him, squeezing your legs to get some type of friction to ease the growing ache. Matt chuckled, noticing the rise in your body’s temperature. His hands continue drawing lazy circles on your thighs sending waves of tickles.

“Sweetheart, did I tell you how much I like your ass? I want to keep my hands on them at all times, making sure everyone knows you’re mine. Now, what were you saying about my thighs?”

Your cheeks tingled with dilated veins, heat creeped up your body.

“Your...um, thighs. I like it when your slacks hug onto them showing how strong they are and your red suit deserves an award for the beautiful portrayal of such a masterpiece.”

Matt flexed his legs beneath you, his strong muscles grazed the underside of your legs making your squirm.

Tease

You moved your attention to his chest and down his abdomen. Scars scattered on his body like constellations. You traced his scars with your finger before placing a gentle kiss in the valley of his chest. Matt's seductive smile was replaced by a grimace not because you focused on his scars but because he knows that it reminds you of all the times he played hide-and-seek with death.

"Your scars remind me of all the times you could've-" you choked on your words but you chose to be sincere with your feelings "your scars are a testament to the justice you've brought to the people of this city. Each scar has a struggle behind it and they act as a reminder that you’ve conquered your fears…a trophy even."

Matt's eyes were glazed with tears. You kissed the corners of his eyes and wiped an escaped tear. The wrinkles on his face were illuminated by the changing lights.

"Your smile lines, your forehead crinkles, the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you laugh, your scars, and your stretch marks are proof that you have lived your life. They are time's tattoos, a tribute to your life."

You turned yourself to face Matt properly and kissed the corner of his lips.

"You know…there's this practice in Japanese culture called Kintsugi."

"What's that?" Matt poked in before you could continue.

"Patience Matthew!" you giggled.

"Kintsugi is the art of putting broken pieces of pottery back together with gold. It's built on the idea that our flaws must be embraced. These pottery pieces, Matt! They're so beautiful! The gold that runs between the pieces looks mesmerising! It reminds me of you and your scars." You were unaware of the tears streaming down your face until Matt's gentle hands wiped them away.

"Thankyou" Matt placed a kiss on the top of your head "so much for loving all of me even the parts that hurt you sometimes." he placed another kiss on your temple emphasising his love for you.

His fingers ran over your scars. Some hidden under your clothes, some exposed to him.

"You know this applies to you too, right? Proof that you have lived your life." he repeated your words to you.

"Mhmm, I do. I didn't like them at first…but you taught me to love myself for who I am. Remember what you told me that day? 'Flawed and beautiful, like the moon' I never thought about myself like that."

"I do remember" a full smile on his face. You looked at his smaller scars. Cuts from falling down on the pavement, knuckles bruised from punching the life out of some scum, scrapes from getting punched by some other scum. You frowned, pain coursing through you remembering how he’d flinch when you bandaged his injuries.

"I know that your scars carry a weight. I know that it reminds you that you were meant to be a weapon for war. But you chose to be a medium of justice and if that doesn't tell you how kind and wonderful you are nothing else will. I know you doubt yourself, every night, before you go out as Daredevil but you change someone's life every time you put that mask on. Your suit and your horned mask are a symbol of hope for the innocent."

Matt’s breath hitched. Your words rang through his ears and filled his heart. He wrapped his arms around you, on his lap, and buried his face in your chest, whimpering sobs left his mouth, while you smoothed his hair, peppering kisses on his head.

Matt lifted his head and took your face in his hands, you shifted to sit facing him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss, a kiss that conveyed how much he loved you. No number of words, no amount of money, no amount of time spent with each other, not even the grandest gesture of love could convey what that kiss meant to the both of you. He kissed you like you were his life force, which was true for him. You returned his kiss with the same passion. He was the brightest star in your dark sky.

You pulled back for air, resting your forehead on his. Truth be told, you expected tonight to turn into something hot and steamy but its beauty multiplied tenfold by making you both two emotional penguins exchanging pebbles of admiration.

Matt’s fingers grazed over the stretch marks on your thighs. It was his turn to show you how beautiful you are.

“These stretch marks…do you know how unique they are?”

“Matt, everyone has stretch marks! They’re not really unique” you tittered.

“No. No, they are.” He ran his super-sensitive fingers over your marks “This one is different from this one. Each mark has a different pattern. They may look like lines of various sizes and colours but under your skin they are unique. The veins under them branch in different directions. Some of them are thick, some are thin. Some are more branched than the others. I remember seeing sand ripples in a book long before I lost my sight…your stretch marks remind me of them. Magnificent yet delicate like silk embroidered onto satin.” He reached down and kissed the marks on the sides of your thighs, squeezing you in the process and eliciting a series of giggles from you as beads of tears spilled down your cheeks.

You pulled him up and cradled his face “An angelic face for an angelic man with a devilish persona. I love you, so very much, Matthew Murdock.” You placed gentle kisses all over his face and now, it was his turn to giggle.

“I love you more! My personal rain shower on a sunny day.” Matt’s dimple made you swoon more.

You don’t know how long you both sat there embraced in each other's kindness and you both didn’t care about the back pain that will manifest tomorrow as long as you could hear each other's heartbeat flushed with pure innocent love.

Thankyou for taking the time to read my Matt-thots <3

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