Clinging onto the metal bars high up, observed you, your targets. You watched at least ten men walk around the warehouse. Wooden crates were scattered around. One of the men in suits, pointed at one the crates. A slimmer man revealed a crowbar, breaking the wooden panel. Intrigued, leaned you a bit forwards to get a better look. The man was grinning, taking out a weapon. So that was what they were shipping. Of course these were Kingpin’s men. Sudden grunts caught your attention as they came from somewhere in the back. You gasped seeing an injured man being crashed against one of the crates. Kingpin’s men started shouting, drawing their guns.
It didn’t take any seconds for the warehouse to be noisy with gunshots. A dark figure came in sight, moving stealthy. From the way he was moving, knew you he was interfering. – “Oh, no you don’t!” – said you to yourself, getting up to your feet. You clamped onto the first metal bars, setting your foot on the third one. You helped yourself up, setting your two feet on top. Beneath you was the other vigilante having his way. Blocking gunshots and kicking kingpin’s men. You set yourself off, doing a backflip. Landing on your one knee, struck you a pose, cause why not. Some of Kingpin’s men shouted, pointing firmly at you.
You got up with not a scratch. Shots were fired at you, making you avoid them by staying low to the ground. Getting back up, stood you before the guy. You had taken a hold of his weapon, pointing it firmly up. He tried to work his way through your force with no help. You winked at him before throwing a blow against his stomach. Your hands releasing a bit of energy. The guy flew across the room, crashing into the wall that left a large crack from where his body hit. – “Oops.” – said you innocently, holding his gun sloppy in your hand. You threw it away with a mischievous smile. Another henchman came running over to you as you firmly grabbed him by the throat.
You easily lifted him up from the ground, his feet dangling. The devil was caught off guard, suddenly a new sense overwhelming him. He moved his head a bit to the sounds, trying to listen in. He had clearly heard the blow against the wall. He inhaled sharply, hearing another heartbeat. Steady and calm. Clenching his jaw, knew the devil that he wasn’t alone anymore. Someone had shown up, trying to steal his work. Grunting agitated, grabbed he a guy by his throat, smacking him to the ground. It pissed him off that someone else was trying to play hero.
You ignored Hell’s kitchen’s devil, working your way through Kingpin’s men. Shots were fired as you did a few backflips, avoiding them. With no way of seeing where you were going, straightened you your back again, bumping into someone. – “Sorry!” – you called out, peeking over your shoulder at the red leather fabric of a suit. You only heard a clearly annoyed sigh, followed by him grabbing a hold of your shoulders. You shrieked it out, getting thrown over his shoulder, falling onto the ground. – “Stay down!” – breathed he at you, his chest moving heavily with his deep breathing. You shuddered in pain, rolling over to your side. Damn the devil had some moves.
The devil turned himself around as you swung your leg over the floor at him. It hit his ankle, sending him falling flat forwards. He pushed himself up with a deep groan. Touché thought you. He was clearly agitated now as he was ready to teach you a lesson or two, was it not for the few remaining men of Kingpin that required his attention. They were making an escape for it with some crates. You saw him turn his head to the direction of the sounds, without actually looking it. It was more like his ear needed to see then his eyes. He spurted away, going after them as you slowly pulled yourself up. Brushing some dust of your sleeves, allowed you him to take down the last men.
You saw it coming but let him have his go on it. He pushed you with his elbow against the wall. You chuckled in pain from the impact. – “Who are you?” – called he out, pushing his arm deeper onto your throat. You weren’t letting him intimidate you. – “Who’s asking.” – replied you, moving your lips closer to his. He could feel your breath on his lips, making him shudder away. – “What are you doing here?” – asked he then. – “Same as you.” – answered you calmly. He didn’t answer back, just looked at you. observed you. He moved his head a bit to the side, so that his ear was closer to you. You swallowed a bit, finding the silence a bit tense.
He suddenly smiled, turning his head towards you again. He let go of you, turning his back on you. – “Hell’s kitchen has no place for you!” – stated he, making very clear to you that he worked alone. You removed yourself from the wall, creeping up on him. – “I wouldn’t mind dancing…” – started you, coming to stand behind him. Very close that your chest was almost touching his. Moving your hand up, wanted you to let it slide down his shoulder. – “with the devil.” – finished you in his ear, your hand hovering over his shoulder to go towards his chest. With a quick grip had he his hand around your wrist. It startled you a bit, catching you off guard. He spun himself around, a dark grin on his lips. He took a step closer to you, his face inches away from your head.
You breathed out slowly, feeling his breath on your jawline. – “Believe me…” – whispered he to you. – “You couldn’t handle a night with the devil.” – your entire body shuddered from the tension he was releasing on you. It made him smirk, your heart pounding like a maniac. Before you knew it had he reached one of the broken windows. He sat on the frame, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Stay out of it!” – called he out to you, disappearing into the night. You puffed loud, crossing your arms. – “Who does he think he is?” – called you out loud, speaking to yourself and some unconscious men. – “As if he is the only one with a vendetta against Kingpin.” – scoffed you out. Hearing sirens in the distance, took you, your leave as well. Disappearing into the night. For it would not be your last night. No one was going to stop you, not even a devil who had such dare.
***
With heavy rain in your face, were you running stealthily over the rooftops. A guy who moved like a freaking ninja in pursuit. You jumped over a metallic pipe, slowing your tempo a bit down. The guy in pursuit, almost flew over it, making you gasp loud. You ran up to the end of the rooftop, being surprised by a fall to death. You gripped onto the edge, looking down at the deep alleyway below. Of course there was the fire-escape hanging on the side of the building, but it was too low for you to reach. You quickly turned around, standing face to face with one of Kingpin’s trusty men. He pointed his knife at you, luring you out. You took a few steps closer to him, readying yourself to fight him. You motioned for him to approach you as you were ready to take him on.
Just as he was about to run over, was he suddenly gone. The devil standing in his place, grunting loud. You saw Kingpin’s man rolling over the rooftop, being hit by the devil himself. – “I told you to stay out of it!” – called he out, pointing at you as his face was still facing Kingpin’s man on the ground. – “And I decided to ignore that stupid ass decision.” – replied you, hearing him chuckle. – “I’m not going to ask you again! Back off!” – yelled he out, this time turning his head towards you. – “We’ll see about that.” – said you, running up to him. You kicked him in the stomach, releasing a blow of energy on him. The devil got throw almost across the rooftop, smacking against the other edge.
You tilted your head a bit to the side, focusing your attention on kingpin’s men. – “We weren’t finished yet.” – said you, cracking your knuckles. You readied your fist, feeling the energy flow through your veins, building up in one spot. Your hand started to glow in a shade of white. You screamed it out when you received a blow against your cheek. You stumbled down, seeing the devil hover over you. – “What are you?” – asked he of you, clearly still trying to figure you out. You got up to your feet, calling it out as you lashed out to him. He easily blocked your punch, standing face to face with you.
Pulling yourself away, went you for another round. He easily blocked it as well. You threw in a kick, making him catch your leg before it could hit his body. You hadn’t been storing any energy in those limbs, so your punches weren’t as strong as before. He suddenly pushed you away from him just as kingpin’s man waved with his knife in the direction of both of you. His knife landed in the space between you, leaving the devil to grab his arm. With a punch of his elbow, released he his grip on the knife. You gritted your teeth, not finished with the devil, throwing a punch at him. He easily predicted what you were going to do, pulling the guy before him like a human shield.
You hit him in the stomach, sucking the air out of his lungs. The devil then tossed him aside, kicking you back. You stumbled backwards against the edge of the rooftop. – “You really want a go at this?” – asked he, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Wiping your nose with the back of your hand, got you back up. – “I do!” – spitted you back, not wanting to give him the pleasure. He curled up a smile, readying himself. You did the same, walking in a circle with him. Almost like a dance. You clenched your hand, collecting your energy in your fist.
You noticed a slight change in the devil’s body language as if he sensed what you were doing. You called it out, going for him. The devil did the same, ready with his fist. The two of you were about to clash when Kingpin’s man made his debut again. You quickly staggered back, missing his knife by an inch. The devil kicked him in the face. The guy stumbled your way as you punched his other cheek, sending him wobbling back over to the devil. – “We make quite the team.” – breathed you out. You swore you could see a tiny smile on his lips. – “Don’t push it!” – replied he, kicking the guy in his sheen. He sunk to the ground, calling it out in pain.
The devil went after you again. He wanted to make it clear to you that he worked alone. Taking much pride in it. He grabbed you by the shirt, your back leaning over the edge. – “I’m not saying this again!” – called he out, pushing your back firmer on the edge. You took a hold of his wrist, wanting to be sure that he wouldn’t suddenly let go. If he did, you would simply tip over the edge into the darkness. – “I don’t need you!” – the tone in his voice firmly as he spoke every word out slow and with a deeper meaning. Your heart rate went up at the sudden sense of danger. You were hanging on the edge, your life in the hands of another. – “Do you understand!” – continued he.
In a split second fell you weightless. Your body being held by feathers, your scream caught in your throat. Your mouth was wide open as your hands clawed desperately in the air, no sounds coming out of it. The devil had widened his eyes, feeling that his hands were empty. He came leaning over the edge, listening to your heartbeat. It was racing up in high speed, making him clench his jaw. Kingpin’s man had punched him with the back of his knife between his shoulders, releasing his grip onto you. You managed to hold onto a bar of the fire escape, breaking your fall a bit. The sudden snap made you release your grip, landing on the lower platform of the fire escape, squealing in pain. The devil jumped over the edge, landing on the highest platform.
He then made his way stealthily down, constantly focused on your heartbeat. He made it to where you were, kneeling beside you. – “Are you hurt?” – asked he worriedly. You gave him a push against his chest, not knowing what kind of charade he was putting on. – “You dropped me!” – yelled you at him. – “I…I…I didn’t meant to.” – answered he. You seated yourself down, putting pressure on your back. – “Right! How am I supposed to believe you didn’t just wanted to paralyze me, so I was out of your way.” – groaned you out, inhaling sharply from the pain.
“I’m not that cruel.” – responded he. – “Playing with the big boys is harder than it looks, right.” – added he with a slight bit of mockery towards you. You punched him in the shoulder to act out on him. You tried to stand as he quickly came to your aid. – “I don’t need your help!” – bit you at him, throwing his hand off your arm. You took a hold of the stairs, groaning in pain as you tried to make your way down. Your movement got pulled to a stop by a hand around your arm. – “Look you can’t be walking the streets like that!” – pointed he out, making you exhale deep. You spun around to him, sighing loud for him to hear. – “Well what would you have me do then?”
A large panel got slide aside as it functioned as a door. He gave you a small nudge in your shoulder, telling you to enter. You stumbled forwards as he pulled the ‘door’ to a shut. – “Make yourself at home.” – said he, walking casually around you. – “Who are you?” – questioned you, looking upon the most normal apartment. – “What, you think I lived in a cave or something with knifes hanging on the walls.” – chuckled he out, making you roll your eyes. – “No.” – answered you, stepping deeper into his apartment. – “just… different.” – you swallowed, moving slowly, biting through the pain. – “Sit!” – demanded he off you, pointing at his sofa. You limped your way over to it, letting yourself fall into the comfy seat.
You exhaled relieved, feeling some pressure released from your spine. He returned to you with a pack of ice, handing it over to you. – “You really gonna keep the mask?” – asked you curious. He pressed his lips together, turning his back to you. You shrugged your shoulders, placing the pack of ice against your back. You immediately shuddered in both pleasure and pain. He made his way over to his table, hesitating to take his mask off. He exhaled deep, bringing his hand to the back of his head. With one pull, tore he his mask off his face. Exposed and feeling a bit weird, breathed he out deep. Placing his mask down, was he still doubtful if it was a right thing to do.
Without thinking much further, walked he back over to you. He seated himself down. You noticed him, gulping silently at his handsome face. You had expected a messed-up face, scratches, and scars all over the place. Instead were you staring at a handsome young man with a clean face. - “A face! Does the face has a name as well?” – called you out loud, seeing him crack a tiny smile. – “Mine is Y/n if you were wondering.” – said you as first, letting him off the hook a bit. – “Matt.” – answered he. – “How’s the pain.” – asked he, pointing at you without looking away from the wall he was facing. – “It’s… it’s alright…” – replied you with a slight narrow of your eyes.
There was definitely something off about him. – “Why are you doing this?” – continued he to ask. – “I mean playing vigilante.” – you moved a bit uncomfortable, clenching your jaw at a sting of pain. – “I…I…” – you exhaled deep, looking down at your own lap. – “Kingpin hurt someone close to me…family… I’m not letting him get away with it that easily.” – Clenching your hand, channeled you subconsciously energy at your hand. Matt sensed it again, inhaling sharply. – “What is up with that?” – you blinked surprised, looking at your own hand as if seeing it for the first time. – “Oh…” – breathed you out. – “I’m… I’m what you call a mutant. I can channel any kind of energy through my body, releasing it with a good blow or so.”
“What’s up with you.” – shot you right back, wanting to know his deal as well. Matt swallowed slowly. – “I’m blind.” – confessed he. You hummed baffled. You leaned a bit closer holding your hand out. You wanted to poke him in the cheek with your finger to see if he truly was what he said he was. Before your hand even reached his cheek, had he his grip around your wrist. Not even moving an inch with his head. He pushed your hand down, getting up. – “You can spend the night here, but then you leave, Y/n.” – you watched him go into another part of his apartment.
Exhaling deep, sunk you deeper down into his sofa. Before the morning light were you gone already. Matt slowly awoke from his alarm. He stretched out, remembering he had let you in yesterday. He got out of his bed, walking into the grand living space. He couldn’t hear another heartbeat, making it certain that you had left. He exhaled deep, feeling a bit disappointed that you had left already. Frowning at his own thoughts, laughed he loud. He should be glad you were gone, for the devil works alone.
***
You jumped into an alleyway, thinking you were there first, but Matt landed in the same alleyway as you at the same time. – “You’ve got to be…” – mumbled you out, seeing Matt turn his head in annoyance at your presence. – “I told you to stay the hell away!” – called he out. You walked over to him, pausing close to his ear. – “I don’t listen very well.” – whispered you at him, continuing to strut away. Matt inhaled sharply, coming after you. You were making your way over to the building when a grip around your ankle, made you fall flat forwards. Matt walked past you, shrugging his shoulders.
Clenching your jaw, pushed you, your fist against the ground. Getting up quickly, ran you around the corner. Matt stood in the doorway, waving at you as he closed the door before him. It made you groan out loud annoyed that he kept getting in your way. The door wouldn’t budge as he must have blocked it. Letting all the energy flow towards your hand, clenched you, your grip. Wanting to make an entrance, punched you the brick wall. Clapping your hands together, walked you in, stepping over the crumbled bricks. – “Honey I’m home!” – called you out loud, wanting Matt to hear you.
You stood a bit lost in the dark room, wondering if there was even a fight going on. It wasn’t until you heard clear punches being sold, that you smirked. You made your way quickly up the stairs, seeing Matt already busy in the fight. He punched a guy in the face, making him stumble on his feet. You grabbed the guy by his shoulder pulling him towards you. Handing him one of your own punches, fell he to the ground. Matt turned to you stunned, like a lion that had just been stolen his piece of meat by a hyena. He turned his head swiftly to the side, listening in as someone approached him. He diverted him, allowing him to crash into you. You fell to the ground with the man laying on top of you.
“Huh, I guess not fast enough.” – joked he out with a deep chuckle. You pushed the man off you, wanting to punch him as Matt pressed his foot on the man’s stomach. He swayed his finger from side to side at you, telling you no. You called it out in annoyance that he kept proving to be better then you. You got up, walking away, letting Matt have his way with him. Matt felt a bit disappointed that he couldn’t taunt you anymore. You dodged knives and punches with such swiftness it almost seemed graceful. Matt and you were both stubborn in your fights, constantly trying to proof to be better than the other one.
Almost out of breath, delivered you a final blow. You turned your head, widening your eyes at a sudden heavy weapon. – “F*ck.” – breathed you out, seeing the weapon point at you. It was like a rocket launcher, ready to fire. Matt sprinted up to you, tackling you just when the rocket was launched. You smacked to the ground, rolling over with Matt’s arms around you. The rocket hit the wall, blowing a huge piece of the building up. Matt was laying on top of you, holding his head down, his lips close to your jawline. Crumbled pieces of building fell on top of him, shielding you from it. A wave of dust made its debut as well, coating the both of you.
Matt coughed loud, lifting his head a bit up, his lips inches away from yours. He froze, hearing your heart beat loud and clear. It was speeding up as he couldn’t ignore his own heart racing up as well. – “You okay Y/n?” – asked he, his breath against your lips which felt so intimate. You slowly nodded, answering afterwards as Matt couldn’t see what you did. He pulled himself up, leaving you breathless. He held his hand out to you as you took it, letting him pull you up. The guy with the rocket launcher threw the weapon away as it only had one hit. Matt puffed his chest up, clenching his jaw. He made his way over in a very intimidating way.
You followed close by, wiping some dust off your face. Matt grabbed the guy by his shirt. He smacked him against the wall, dragging him along it. He then released his grip onto him, sending him rolling on the floor. He made his way over, kicking him in the stomach. It turned you a bit on at how brutal he was handling him. When blood was gushing out of his nose, called you him to a stop. He stopped, his blooded fist, hovering the guy’s face. He let go of him as you moved by his side. You stared at Matt, feeling a sudden urge wanting to kiss him. He must’ve felt the same as he grabbed you.
He moved his hand to your shoulder, moving your hair up as he tried to reach your cheek, kissing you firmly. Your body shuddered at his kiss that felt so violent on your lips. Pulling him closer to your body, kissed you him deeper. Matt moved his thumb up towards your nose, trying to feel more of your features. Both of you pulled away out of breath. You nudged him with your hip. – “Does this mean we’re a team Matt?” – questioned you with a smile. Matt shook his head with a silly smile on his lips. – “I’ll think about it.” – whispered he out, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again.
warnings: call your dentist, you’re about to read tooth rotting fluff
summary: You and Matt stay in on a rainy Sunday.
It was a Sunday, your favorite day of the week. You didn’t know if it was on purpose or more of a subconscious thing, but Matt always seemed to try and relax more on Sundays. He would run errands early so he could get back and enjoy as much of his day as he could with you.
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a Monster.” - Nietzsche
Wrapped up bare breasted in sweaty, bloody sheets with their devilish despair.
Cinematic Parallels - Daredevil X Hannibal
1. In their full throttled devilish form
2. Sleepless Sleepyheads
3. Facepalms (Someone give them a hand so that these babies can facepalm their facepalm their facepalm their facepalm.)
4. Hot and bothered And Bloooody
5. Top of the morning for our eyes
(I have so many more parallels which will be posted in due time. Can hardly keep calm with these two absolutely brilliant avant garde top tier lovable characters.)
Disclaimer:This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!
Pairing:Matt Murdock x desi!female reader
Summary:Matt returns home after an uneventful patrol to you being asleep. Wanting to show his love to you, he wakes you up gently to experience his love in the dark.
Warning: Fluff - sweet matty, smut (minors dni) – a little fifty shades of grey inspired.
Side note: Tried out a bit of the desi!reader writing, not the best interpretation but its a start at least.
“Y/n? baby. Wake up” Matt’s voice brought you out of your sleep.
You stretch out gently and slowly open your eyes to meet Matt’s amused ones.
“Sorry I fell asleep.” You whispered out and lean into his touch as he wraps his arms around you.
“Why are you apologizing? Its my fault for staying out so late.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Are you hurt? Do you need me to tend to any wounds?” You ask assessing his face for any wounds as you traced your hand alongside his face.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He assured you and took your hand in his as he laid a kiss to your palm.
You smiled at the gesture and snuggled into him as he embraced you further.
In the silence that surrounded the two of you, you knew Matt’s mind was miles away.
“What’s on your mind meri jaan?” You asked sitting up a bit to face him.
He smiled at your words, loving the term of endearment which you only reserved for him. His eyes roamed your face, looking at every inch of it as you gazed at him with an amused expression.
“I’ve had an idea for a while now… but it involves you being blindfolded.” He trailed off the last part being careful in assessing your reaction to his words.
You turn a little more to face him properly, “You’ve piqued my interest.”
He let out a light chuckle at your words, being amused with the fact that you are so ready to hear an explanation from him.
“Well, it doesn’t involve you fighting crime in Hell’s Kitchen in case you’re wondering.” He briefly turned towards his bedside table to retrieve his blindfold, “It does, however, involve you being bare and at my will.” He said playing with the material in his hand as his eyes went from yours to the blindfold.
You finally registered exactly what he meant in incorporating you and the blindfold together.
“And just how long have you had this idea of yours?” You put your hand forward for him to hand it to you.
“Not that long, I got curious about it when I thought of whether other people’s senses would be heightened with one of the others being gone.” He explained.
“And you suppose that me being blindfolded would heighten one of my other senses?”
“Precisely.” He answered.
You wrapped the blindfold around the palm of your hand, thinking carefully about your choice. There’s no reason to not trust Matt enough to be blindfolded and vulnerable, you loved the man more than life itself – so why not try it out?
“Let’s do it.” You said holding it forward and waiting for him to take it.
“Are you sure?” He asked just to be sure.
“Absolutely, it’ll be fun.” You turned your back to him so he could tie the blindfold.
You closed your eyes and felt the material darkening more of what you already couldn’t see.
“You can tell me to stop at any moment and I immediately will.” He made sure to assure you to make use of the safe word you two implemented into your private time together.
“I will if I feel the need to.”
You stood there for a moment, only hearing the rustling sounds of Matt behind you, the clink of glass caught your attention and before you could question Matt, you felt his one hand on your lower back and the other under your knees, he was carrying you to bed.
“You could’ve just guided me to the bed.” You moved yourself towards what you assumed would be the centre of the bed.
“And risk the moment to sweep you off your feet?” His words made you giggle.
You heard the click of the light switch being put off and the bed dip as Matt hovered above you.
“You alright baby?” He asked for assuredness.
You hummed in response as his hand caressed your cheek and slowly made its way down the curve of your neck and to the thin strap of your night dress.
You felt the material fall off your shoulder, the feeling of Matt’s lips made you slightly startled, you felt the ghost of a smile on Matt’s lips.
He began to lay small kisses around your neck and collarbone area, you released a moan once he hit your sweet spot area.
“Enjoying this baby?” He asked teasingly.
“Yes.” You replied weakly as his hand went from resting beside your head to gently squeezing your neck.
“Good.” He sat up slightly, between your legs and slowly began to lift your night dress to finally get rid of the thin piece of material. He was careful enough to not take off the blindfold.
Now you were only left in your panties, Matt admired the view of your body. He loved your body, every curve, stretch mark, beauty spot – every inch of you.
The way your skin glowed in the low light made him almost go feral for you.
“The things I want to do to you.” You heard him murmur.
“Then do what you want.” You said desperate to feel him on you again.
The corner of Matt’s mouth lifted at your words.
Ask and you shall receive.
Wasting no more time, Matt leaned towards his bedside and all you could hear was another soft clink of glass. Matt took the ice cube in his mouth and bent over, he kissed you, alerting you of the coolness you were about to endure.
Just when you were about to deepen the kiss, he pulled away and began to trail the ice cube between from your lips to your neck, the feeling made your breathing increase in anticipation.
Small moans and groans left your lips as you felt him trail it from your collar bone to the centre of your chest and towards the trails between your breast, from there the cool feeling was briefly absent before you felt it on your nipple, Matt’s hand pinching and prodding at the other.
“Pyaar, please.” You begged.
“Uh-uh baby, not yet.” He teased as he gazed up towards you to see your head thrown back in pleasure.
The wetness between your legs were craving Matt’s attention. He brought his attention to your other breast with the ice cube, which only edged you on even more.
After his small game of teasing, he got rid of the ice cube and gazed down at you satisfied. You were breathing heavily, heavily enough for your chest to be moving up and down noticeably.
Matt discarded his shirt and was stood up to take off his sleep shorts, his cock had been throbbing in them – all at the feeling of having your body pressed against his.
You felt his fingers at the bands of your panties, “Lift those pretty hips for me baby.”
You complied and was now completely bare to him. Your knees were clasped together and slightly raised. Matt took hold of your knees and spread them apart.
He groaned at the sight of your wet pussy and cursed under his breath.
He wanted to devour you right there and then but used whatever will power he had to hold himself back.
He situated himself between your legs so that he was face to face with your pussy. His fingers spread your pussy lips and he pressed his lips directly to your clit, which caused you to lift your hips up to meet his mouth more.
Matt’s beard scraped against your inner thigh since he wasted no time in delving into what was causing you pleasure.
“That’s it, push against my face.” He encouraged you.
“Oh, please.” You plead to no one in particular as your hands tugged at his hair.
Matt moaned at the feeling, causing vibration to travel to your clit.
Not being able to see him eat you out was frustrating, but it was a good type of frustration which made everything even more pleasurable for the both of you. Some how you were more sensitive than usual.
You felt Matt’s fingers getting wet from your arousal and not too long after, you felt the thrust of his fingers inside of you. Deep and slow.
Matt chuckled when you gasped loudly.
“You wanna cum baby?” He asked cheekily.
“Yes-… gonna cum for you.” You stuttered out.
After hearing this Matt wasted no time in increasing the pace of his fingers. The room was filled with your moans and the wet sounds of your pussy on Matt’s fingers.
A lewd moan made it clear to Matt that you cumming, you couldn’t formulate words at that moment, the euphoric feeling taking away any logical thought you had.
The movement of Matt’s fingers didn’t stop until you pleaded that you were too sensitive, “No more, please… too sensitive.” You managed to moan out.
Chuckling at your words, he stopped and sat up on his knees to gaze down at you.
“That was just the beginning of the night for us.”
-summary; Matt comes home to find his cross missing. -warnings; blood, religious imagery. -a/n;Blue Horses, Mary Oliver
It had been a rough night. Matt could barely walk. He stumbled up the stairs, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. He was dying, maybe he was already dead. He struggled to unlock his front door. You listened from your place on his couch. You listened as he struggled.
The smell of you was the first thing Matt noticed. He breathed a sigh of relief. His apartment was warm and dry and it felt good to be home. You didn’t move. Normally, you would wander over to him, help him to the bathroom. But not tonight. Matt felt and fumbled his way to the couch. He collapsed into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You were familiar. Matt felt the life flow back into him, his skin warming under your hands. He could smell your perfume, your shampoo. It all calmed him. He ran his hands over your skin, mapping you out. He came up to your shoulders and then ran his fingers through freshly washed hair. His thumbs stroked your cheeks. You didn’t smile like you usually did. His hands were leaving trails of half-dried blood behind them, all over you. He dropped his touch to your neck, where he noticed something new.
You weren’t particularly religious. You never had been, not since Matt has known you. He first approached you because he could smell the lapsed-catholic guilt that radiated off of you. And he never left. Neither did the guilt. Matt had never known you to wear a cross, not like he did. You never usually wore necklaces at all. He could feel your rings digging into his thighs. He could hear your earrings chime with every shake of your head. But this necklace was new.
He took the chain between his fingers and ran them down, down until they reached a very familiar pendant. A cross, cold against his skin. This wasn’t yours. Suddenly he noticed the lack of a cross around his neck. It was his.
“You’re hurt,” you state. “You’re weak, Matt. You can barely stand.”
“I thought that’s how you like me,” he joked. “I think I look good in red, no?”
You shook your head. Blood was drying on your skin and you felt dirty, sinful. Hail Mary’s would not make up for this.
“This is mine,” he tugged harshly on the chain and your head lunged forward, your lips brushing against his.
“You forgot it here before you left.”
You unclasped it. Matt heard the cross jingle. He felt your hands behind his neck, cold metal on his chest. The chain settled around his neck. Matt touched yours again, it was bare.
You watched as Matt stood. He pulled his shirt over his head. His whole chest was covered in red. He rest on knee on the couch and leaned over you. His hand cupped your jaw, holding you still so he could kiss you. His tongue swept into your mouth and all you could taste was blood. You pushed Matt away.
“I don’t like it. Go wash it off. Patch yourself up.”
“Help me,” Matt pleaded.
You hovered your hand over Matt’s. He could feel you trembling. You were shaking uncontrollably. Matt knew what you meant. If you tried to sew him up, you’d only hurt him more. Matt nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. You scrubbed your hands and face clean in the kitchen sink. You scrubbed until your skin was raw. Matt reappeared behind you silently. You jumped at the feeling of his hands on your hips. He smelt clean. You were comfortable again, leaning back against his bare chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to make it pretty. It’s blood,” you pleaded. “it’s not meant to be pretty.”
“Everything is beautiful if you want it to be.”
“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside all of us.”
a/n: I thought this up randomly and I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of someone doing this for Matt. I think it’d be really cute and I needed to write it out.
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You lay with Matt resting bonelessly between your thighs, your fingers thoughtlessly running through his hair, basking in the afterglow of your previous activities.
All was peacefully silent in his apartment, the only noise being both of your calming breaths. Though that was all you heard, you couldn’t even imagine the sounds and scents that must be filling Matt’s senses. You often wondered what it was like for him to live with such a thing.
You always took notice of Matt. When he would squeeze his eyes tightly because there was just too much noise going on around him, when he would stifle a gag because there were too many mixing scents, when he would shift on the bed because there were too many differing textures. There were a number of times where you had seen Matt simply overwhelmed by the world around him.
You always tried to help as best you could.
You hear Matt inhale deeply from where his head lay, his face cuddled against your neck. You feel him smile, his lips soft.
“I think I could find you from anywhere in Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt spoke randomly, the smile still on his face. Your bodies moved as you laughed lightly. The sound of your laughter bounced around the room as it intensified from Matt nipping at your throat playfully.
“That’s random,” you replied once your laughter ceased, mentioning the previous silence. You tried to angle your neck to get a look at his face but Matt kept himself tight against you. Matt’s hand drifted down to caress his knuckles along your bare torso. You noted the warmth in his touch and the rough texture of his hands. Your fingers moved through his hair as he subtly shook his head.
“Everyone has a different scent and it’s constantly changing. It can be overwhelming. But you… you smell the same. Always. It’s become imprinted in my memory, I am more sure of it than I am of most. And I think I could find your scent anywhere,” he admits softly as he curls further against you, his nose brushing against your skin. The weight of him on you was comforting. It was as grounding as your scent was to him.
“Does it help?” You ask, having always wondered if all your attempts were in vain or not. His lips now ghosting along your collarbone, his warm breath now igniting goosebumps along your arms.
“It helps a lot. It calms me down if I’m being honest,” he admits, planting a soft kiss on your sternum before snuggling back against your throat. You sigh in relief, your body relaxing more into the mattress. Your hands slip from his hair and sweep along his back, the muscles there shifting from your touch.
“Your scent brings me comfort too,” you say back, a smile forming on your lips as well. Matt hums and it vibrates through your body like an electric current. Even the littlest thing he did to you made you feel more alive than you remember ever feeling before.
“I think you do it on purpose,” he states, making your eyes shoot open from their closed and relaxed state. Your hands stop their movements and you feel Matt jerk with a short chuckle.
“What do you mean?” You ask, making your voice light and airy. But you knew Matt would sense your increased heartbeat. Even as you tried to breathe evenly, you knew you’d fail to conceal anything.
Matt shifts and your arms fall around his waist, your arms wrapped around him. He braces his forearms on the mattress and he lifts himself off you slightly and all just so you can witness the look he sends you, lips pursed and brow raised.
“Don’t play dumb, darling,” he says, the start of a grin twitching in the corner of his mouth. Your arms tighten around him, making his expression soften. You look over his features, not truly being able to believe this man was yours.
“I notice everything, Matty,” you start softly, a little embarrassed to be admitting this to him. “Everything about you. I know this gift you’ve been given can feel like a curse… but when you’re with me, I don’t want you to feel that way,” you express, finishing strong. A hand moves to cup his cheek and he immediately falls into it, his eyes closing as he accepts its comfort. His scruff tickles your hand but you enjoy the sensation.
“So how do you do it all?” He asks, eyes still closed. Your eyes catch how his eyelashes fall against his cheek and your heart flutters. Your chest feels tight, revealing this to him. You never did it so that he would acknowledge it as if you were doing something special. You only ever did it to make him more comfortable.
“I use the same scent for everything. Body wash and shampoo, perfume, and soap so the different smells don’t overwhelm you. And I match a lot of my outfits too so no matter if you’re holding my waist or my thigh, you’ll feel the similar textures of fabric. You know, stuff like that I guess…” you share, your voice trailing off, your eyes darting to look over his shoulder.
After a few long moments of silence, you gather enough courage to look back to his face. His eyes are now open and wide, darting around uncontrollably. His lips are parted as he inhales and exhales shaky breaths. He’s speechless. And you don’t know how to take that. Worry builds within you the longer it takes for him to reply which causes your chest to tighten and your brows to furrow deeply. Your hand falls back to his waist, unsure of his reaction.
Matt doesn’t speak first. First, he moves to balance on his elbows as his hands fall to your face, slowly tracing your features. He chuckles breathlessly as he smooths out the lines between your brows. He traces the shape of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth, and your chin. His hands rest against your neck as his thumbs graze your jaw. You merely scan his features as you lay there silently, waiting for him to speak. You note the disbelief on his face and wonder what he’s thinking.
“I love you… so damn much. I- I can’t believe— you do— shit,” Matt whispers brokenly and a giant exhale follows from you. You smile widely, your hands coming up to grasp his shoulders tightly. You shrug a little, knowing he can feel it.
“What can I say? I kind of love you too,” you say followed by a few giggles of laughter. A large smile breaks out across Matt’s face as he laughs heartily.
“Kind of?” He asks incredulously, raising his voice to add effect. It forces out a few more laughs before you lean up and plant a soft kiss beneath his earlobe.
“Do what you did with your tongue again and I’ll lose the kind of,” you whisper in his ear. You feel a huff of laughter against your neck before you lean back to face him.
“Alright, I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says with a grin. You shake your head, a look of faux disapproval on your face.
“Not the tongue thing I was talking about,” you say, letting the look on your face shine through your tone as he leans in closer and closer to kiss you.
“Shut up,” he says through a small laugh before his lips mold against yours. You sigh into the kiss, letting both of you fall back against the bed.
His lips are soft against yours and his tongue is smooth as it glides across your own. His hands hold you firmly. You can feel the effect of your kiss on your thigh but it doesn’t disrupt the kiss and the calmness of it. You feel his warmth surround you, blocking out the rest of the world. In this brief moment, it’s only you and him and the senses between you. No one else’s.
You only break apart once the sting of pain in your lungs reminds you that you cannot kiss Matt forever, despite your own wishes. Matt continues to lean over you, nose brushing against your own.
“Not what I was hoping for… but not bad…” you say breathlessly and with a smile on your face. Your eyes focus on Matt to see his expression serious. His thumbs reach up to swipe back and forth across your cheek.
“You are my sanctuary,” he says lowly, taking his time to say them. Your heart melts as you can feel the intensity in the meaning of his words.
In which Matt loves when you ramble. (adhd! reader)
this was an anon request! i rly hope this does justice to the original ask <3 i have adhd myself so this is a reflection of my own experiences and the way i have conversations. anyways this gif of matt is so cute it makes me giggle and kick my feet like a little schoolgirl <3 requests n asks r open :D
Matt sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. His fingers swiftly tracked the dots on the page as he read the documents Karen had given him earlier in the day. Something about a really important client, he wasn’t really paying attention.
Next to him, you were curled into his side, with your head on his shoulder. You were bored, you’ve been looking at pages with dots on it for the past two hours, trying to busy yourself so you wouldn’t distract Matt. Matt insisted that you watching tv wouldn’t bother him but you shrug it off, choosing to watch him work instead.
You yawned, and Matt angled his head to look down at you. “Sweetheart, you can always go do something else.”
“Nooo, I don’t want to distract you.” You uncurled from matt and stretched, and Matt laughed, making you frown.
“Why did you laugh at me?” You pouted and he leaned back, spreading his legs and spreading his arms across the back of the couch. God, he was so attractive.
“You sound like a cat when you stretch.” He gave you another grin. “Exactly what you sound like, I swear.”
“I do not!” You poked his side and he flinched away, pretending to be in pain.
“Do too. You’re just like a cat. Long stretches, always tired, needy and distracting.” You frowned. “In an endearing way. All jokes, sweetheart.” He gave you a reassuring smile and listened for your heartbeat to make sure you understood.
Oh my god that totally reminds me. I was on my way to work today and I saw this cat in the street, he was orange by the way, so tiny, and I wanted to take it home but I knew you would say no so I didn’t.” You’d asked Matt before if the two of you could get a cat and the answer had been no, every time you’d asked. He never gave a reason, just a no.
“Oh that also reminds me of this restaurant I saw in soho, we should totally go! I saw an ad for it in the papers and the reviews are raving right now. They apparently have great pasta, Matt, I love pasta.” Your hands swung around wildly and you sat up as you explained this next part. “Oh my God. AndI saw that the Build-a-Bear axolotls had been restocked so I also think we should go get matching ones. I can get the pink one, of course, and you can have the blue one. Or if you want the pink one you can have it, doesn’t matter. Matty please, we have to go get them. Also, today at work-”
You cut yourself off. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” You looked at Matt who had the most adoring expression on his face. He was hanging onto your every word and it’s something you appreciated about him. He was never annoyed with your hyperactivity, or with your rambling. He loved the sound of your voice, and you loved him.
“Keep going, I wanna hear what happened at work. You’re awfully cute when you ramble like this.“ He smiled and you shook your head, embarrassed. He could tell he’d flustered you; your heartrate sped up extremely fast.
"No, no, it’s okay. You have work to do.” You felt bad for distracting him as you knew how hard it was for yourself to keep focus.
“If you insist. You can knit next to me if you want, I promise it won’t distract me.” Knitting was one of your current hyperfixations, and Matt blindly (haha) supported anything you wanted to do, as long as it wasn’t Devil related. You’d tried on many occasions to be his sidekick and he turned it down immediately.
“No it’s okay, I think I’m just going to shower. Feeling a little blegh.” You stood up and stretched, yawning a bit, and glaring at Matt when he let out a little giggle.
“Okay, darling. I’ll be right here.” He patted the spot next to him.
“Alright Matty. Love you. Remind me to take my meds tomorrow, I didn’t take them today.” You raced off before he could say anything, and Matt shook his head, returning to his work with a smile on his face.
here is dad! matt content because i think there is not enough anywhere
You blinked awake, sitting up slowly and wiping the bit of drool that leaked from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes adjusted to the light, and your heart jumped as soon as you realized two things. One, your husband was missing from the bed. And two, there was an odd lack of noise.
You swung your feet off the bed, slipping on your house shoes. The lights in the kitchen were on, and there were ingredients to make pancake batter out, but no sign of child or husband.
You heard giggling and shushing from the other side of the kitchen island you were on and a smile erupted on your face as you hummed aloud. “Hmm.. I wonder where my dearest Theo could be! and Matt.. oh no i hope they’re okay!”
“Here mommy! I’m right here!” Your little boy jumped up from behind the counter, and you heard a deeper chuckle accompanied by a groan, (you assumed it was Matt just standing up,) as you lifted your child up and propped him on his hip.
“Good morning baby! What are you two doing, you’re a mess!” You looked at your child, covered in flour and the puddle of milk on the floor.
Behind him stood your husband, his eyes flicking around your general direction and the cheesiest smile on his face. “What about me? Do i get a good morning?”
“Mm, no.” You placed Theo down as he began patting off the flour, and you walked over to Matt, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “There.” His smile somehow grew wider and you turned to your child, Matt’s arms wrapped around your torso, as Theo fake gagged.
He was only 2, but just like Matt he was smart. “Daddy’s got some in his hair, Mommy you need to get it or he’s going to turn into bread!”
You burst into laughter as you broke away from Matt’s embrace, beginning to clean up the milk puddle on the floor. You handed a wet cloth to Theo, and he began cleaning off the flour. You grinned as he was focused, his tongue held between his lips, just like Matt would do while he worked.
Theo tugged on your sleeve, and when you bent down, he whispered in your ear. “Daddy isn’t very good at making pancakes. They taste bad. But you can’t tell him, okay?”
Knowing he heard that you laughed, and Matt’s laughter could be heard down the hall, from the bathroom where he was washing up.
“I wont tell him. I promise.” You pat him on his head and began stirring the batter that had never gotten mixed.
Matt came up behind you, grabbing the pan and heating it up. “Thank you dear. But it isn’t nice to listen to when I wake up and hide from me.” You teased, poking him in his stomach as one of the pancakes sizzled.
“I know, I know. I am so sorry, truly.” The grin on his face told you otherwise.
“Yeah you’re gonna do it again, aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes as you flipped the pancake.
“Yeah, I am.” He kissed you on the nose as you both listened to the sound of your child running rampant around his room.
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