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Playful Kiss🪻

need me a wolvie kissie

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Begging🔥

this one is STEAMY y'all

Ship: Logan Howlett x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 801

Warnings: orgasm denial, edging, begging, unprotected PiV, cigars, bruising, dom!logan/sub!reader, biting, bloodplay ish?, kind of mean!logan, dumbification

Series: Leg's Tuna Tober

It was hard to breathe with how close you were. Dangling on the precipice of euphoria, sweet release nipping at your heels from where you clawed at the cliff face. Tendrils slithered around your heels and tugged. Pulling you further and further into the vast pit below.

"Logan, p-please," you whined, voice strained. Sweat dripped down your furrowed brow in thick bullets. The muscles in your thighs screamed from under your overheated skin. Despite your need for release, you inwardly cringed at how needy you sounded.

A cruel chuckle rumbled from the man beneath you. Large hands gripped at your hips, the callused fingers pressing dark bruises into your skin. His arms flexed as he dragged you back and forth along his lap. Clouds of smoke hung heavily around your head in a grey halo.

"I think you can ask nicer than that, doll," Logan sneered around the lit cigar between his teeth. His lips were pulled into a taunting grin.

He'd been edging you for close to an hour now. Dragging you towards the cliff, your nails digging into the dirt, and holding you just over the precipice. Luring you towards your release with the slick slide of your bodies, his cock hitting every ridge inside of you, before he'd pull you off of him and halt your orgasm in its ascent.

You gasped as thick fingers tugged at your hair. Strings of expletives spilled from your kiss-swollen lips, your neck straining, as Logan tugged your head back. His sharp canines left blossoms of crimson along the thin skin under your jaw.

"Ask again. Maybe I'll let you come this time," he huffed against the shell of your ear. He must have put his cigar on the nightstand as he kissed and licked at your skin with reckless abandon.

"Please, Lo. Please let me come," you begged with the sour tinge of desperation. Your swollen clit dragged along the crisp hair at the base of Logan's cock. A breathless moan kicked through your clenched teeth.

He hummed, the sound making his lips buzz against your skin. You shivered as puffs of whiskey-scented breath coasted across your damp skin. The developing bruises along your hips twinged when Logan's grip tightened, "I guess I'll let ya. Just this once."

Breathing was a thing of the past with the new, brutal pace Logan set. Deep, quick, making explosions of color burst in your vision every time he buried himself to the hilt. Shaking fingers scrabbled along his toned chest as you sought for purchase. Frantic in the way you grasped at that cliff's edge.

It wouldn't be long now. Your fingers were pried, one by one, from the edge by Logan's intensity. That deep pit of swirling pleasure beckoned with its wide mouth. Flames licked up your skin in long ribbons of fuckyesdon'tstop with every brush of his cock on your cervix. Your eyes rolled back beneath your lashes.

"Look at ya," Logan rasped, words cutting through the slew of low grunts leaving his chest with every thrust, "All fucked out. I bet there ain't a thought in that pretty head of yours."

The best you could reply with was a high moan. You were one swift push away from toppling over the edge. Just needed that last bit, that last breeze along your bare skin, before you'd plunge into the inky depths below you.

A single glance of Logan's thumb on your clit and you were gone. Mind washed in wave after wave of blessed rapture. Sending a shudder down your spine as your orgasm flooded your veins. Boiling, liquid heat pumped through your blood with every rapid beat of your heart. You convulsed. Body shaking, limbs going numb, head thrown back as your labors were finally rewarded.

"There ya go. There ya fucking go," Logan uttered like a quiet prayer. His pounding into your wet cunt continued in its ferocity as he chased his own release. Groans bit through the air, heated palms pulling you flush to his slick chest, pointed nose burying in your tangled hair.

"L-Logan," you stuttered mindlessly. Your blunt nails dug into the skin across his shoulders. Red divots scraped through dark hair, making Logan bark out a gruff moan.

"Shi-it!" he gasped, hips snapping up into yours. One last thrust and he stilled, chest heaving with every gulped breath, Logan's eyes screwed shut as his orgasm wiped every trace of dominance from his body.

The two of you were a mess of sweaty limbs and traces of both your orgasms. Logan held you to his chest like you'd disintegrate before his eyes. Face nestled in the crook of your neck, arms looped around your waist, cock softening inside your painted walls. You were as limp as a ragdoll in his embrace.

Maybe begging wasn't so bad.

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Day 9 - “Open your mouth.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader Word Count: 973 Content: Fluff, Gojo being Gojo (I think that’s a fair warning), a little taste of Gojo and Reader taking care of Megumi and Tsumiki after they graduated from Jujutsu High! Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!

A/N: I definitely didn’t miss a day, what are you talking about??? (No I did and it was because I tried contacts for the first time ever. It gave me such a horrible headache, but I’m doing better today which is nice. I know I still need to complete day 3, 4 and now 8; I’m on it, don’t worry!)

October 2008

“Gojo, we need to go home.”

“The kids want a snack, don’t you guys?” Gojo looks back at Tsumiki and Megumi. Megumi just rolls his eyes at Gojo while Tsumiki trips over her feet. You quickly grab her hand before she falls over. You shoot a glare at Gojo as he gives you an embarrassed smile.

“We should eat though. It’ll bring back our energy!” Gojo mentions as you all come to a stop right in front of a cafe.

“How convenient.” You mutter, “Fine but we should get home soon, it’s nearing the kids bedtime.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Gojo smiles, “Bedtimes and all that- let’s eat!”

He practically shoves you all into the cafe, but you can’t complain. You were starting to feel hungry and you knew that your patience would keep getting shorter the longer you went without getting something to eat.

Gojo puts all of your shopping bags to a little fourtop and sits down. You bring the kids with you in tow and give him a look as the kids join him at the table.

. . . “What?”

“You’re sitting down,”

“So?”

“You wanted to eat here. You order the food.”

“What?! But I bought all of the clothes today.”

“And we didn’t even make a dent in your fortune.”

“Hmmmm,” Gojo looks into the bags, “I think we might have.” He nods his head. Tsumiki holds back a laugh while Megumi deflates in his chair. Megumi gets out of his chair and goes to hold your hand.

“I’ll help.” He tells you.

“Thank you Megumi, at least someone will help me out.”

Gojo’s face drops, “Wha-?” He looks over at Tsumiki who starts giggling.

“Maybe I’ll help you too!” She mentions through her fit of giggles.

“But who will watch over me?!” Gojo asks exasperatedly, throwing a hand to cover his eyes in a dramatic way. You bring a hand up to your head and try to rub the oncoming headache.

“Tsumiki it’s alright, someone does need to look after Satoru after all,” He perks up, “Do you just want your usual?”

“Yes-”

“I was talking to Tsumiki, Gojo.”

“HA?!”

“Yes please!” Tsumiki responds. You nod your head at her and take Megumi up towards the counter. As you’re waiting in line you lift him up and have him sit on your hip, knowing how tired he’s been. He wouldn’t show it intentionally but you could tell it’s been a long day for him too. His eyes have been drooping and his head keeps snapping back straight up.

When you pick him up at first he goes stiff, unsure of what’s happening, but as you get him in a good position he relaxes, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting his legs go around your torso. Once you get up to the counter, you buy four hot chocolates, a few sandwiches, a slice of cinnamon coffee cake and a blueberry muffin (putting it all on Gojo’s card of course).

As you walk over by the waiting area you take a glance at Gojo and Tsumiki. She’s coloring something in one of the coloring books that Gojo bought for her a few weeks back and Gojo is sulking. You shake your head, he’s probably upset that you didn’t ask for his order.

Your name is called and you go to grab the order, “Ready Megumi?”

He nods his head as you put him back onto the ground. You both walk up to the counter, you pick up the tray with the four hot chocolates and hand it to him, “You got it?”

“Yeah,”

You smile at him as he carefully walks back to the table, careful to not spill any of the hot chocolate. You grab the food you ordered as well as some forks and knives and quickly follow behind Megumi. Once you both make it to the table, Gojo smiles seemingly done sulking. You place everything on the table and give both kids a hot chocolate and their sandwiches.

They thank you and start eating quickly. You hand Gojo the cinnamon coffee cake and you start to eat the blueberry muffin. Before Gojo takes a bite of the cake, you quietly moan, covering your mouth. You didn’t mean to moan but with how delicious the food is you couldn’t help yourself.

It was utterly decant and just what you needed for a snack.

You see Gojo open his mouth in shock, nearly dropping his fork but quickly grabbing it again. You give him a confused look and he gives you a smirk.

“Here~” He holds out the fork with a bite of the cinnamon coffee cake.

“What are you doing? You never share.”

“I want to this time. Come on,” He tilts his head to the side, his smirk getting wider (if possible), “Open your mouth.”

He brings the fork closer to your mouth and against your better judgment you do as Gojo says. You bite down on the fork and he takes it out of your mouth, waiting to see your expression.

You bring a hand up to cover your mouth, but your eyes go wide and then they close as you savor the flavor. It wasn’t like anything you’ve eaten before, just pure and utter bliss. You sigh contentedly and open your eyes to see Gojo looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Do I have crumbs on my face?”

“No-

Tsumiki and Megumi look at each other knowingly as you and Gojo continue to avoid talking about what’s really going on between the two of you.

Maybe one day Gojo will actually admit to himself that he had feelings for you, but for now he’ll keep teasing you until you lightly hit him. Because you’re never truly that mad at him, because maybe you have feelings for him too.

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Day 4 - Dusty Rose

Prompt: 4 - “Are you blushing” + 6 - Love Bites Character: Matt Murdock Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Word Count: 728 Warnings: Referenced sexual activity, swearing, teasing Tags: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza, @justvalkyrie Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist

Dusty Rose

Matt just wanted to surprise you with breakfast.

It seemed like his plans were going off without a hitch. He had left you sleeping, naked and sated, in the bed while he dressed himself and silently slipped out of your room. He left no note, confident in his ability to return before you woke up. While Nevermore wasn’t the closest coffee shop, it was usually less busy at this hour than the Coffee Crab.

His first clue that something might be gone awry was the number of girls who giggled when he walked past them. A few wasn’t unusual but it seemed like every girl he passed ended up giggling and whispering to her friends comments like ‘true facts’ or ‘absolutely agree’. 

And he had no idea why.

It was a little tempting to stop someone and ask what was so funny. But he had a limited time to complete his mission so he decided to ignore it.

As predicted, Nevermore wasn’t too busy. The giggling continued to follow him but he continued to ignore it. Right up until he heard Foggy’s familiar heartbeat walked into the cafe and immediately began to snort like he was trying not to laugh. He had almost regained control of himself when he joined Matt at the back of the line. Only to immediately struggle again.

“Hey buddy,” Foggy said, throwing his arm over Matt’s shoulder. “Have fun last night?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, attempting to sound nonchalant. “Got a lot of studying done while I was sexiled from our room.”

“I’m sure,” Foggy said, his tone extremely skeptical. “Didn’t know you were taking biology this semester.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you’re wearing your girlfriend’s sweatpants,” Foggy said.

“What?!” Matt felt the pants and realized that Foggy was right. He had been so concerned about not waking you that he grabbed the wrong sweatpants out of the drawer . . .

“Which sweatpants?” he asked, having a sudden horrifying suspicion.

The grin spreading across Foggy’s face was clear as he answered, “Bright pink with ‘hot stuff’ written in red across the ass.”

Matt felt the blood flooding his face and knew he was blushing.

“Also . . .”

“There’s more?!”

Foggy couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. “Foggy!”

“That vee neck you’re wearing is showing off those hickies running down your neck. Didn’t know your girl was such a vampire.”

He hadn’t been unaware of those little bruises forming last night but he had been rather . . . distracted. “Oh . . . didn’t realize they’d be so visible.”

“Curse of that pale Irish skin, buddy,” Foggy said with a mixture of real and pretend sympathy. “Hickies are the most vivid purple on the planet. And you all but glow in the dark when you blush.”

This only brought more blood rushing to his cheeks. “That bad?”

“Your face is almost as red as the lettering on those pants.”

Foggy was momentarily prevented from further teasing by them reaching the counter. And thank all that was holy and good, the barista was utterly professional the entire time. Matt was able to get his order and walk back to your dorm with what little dignity he had left.

That you had woken up before he could return only added to his disappointing morning.

“Hey Matty,” you called out. He knew when you had spotted the sweatpants mishap by the quickly stifled laughter.

“You can laugh, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “Everyone else has.”

You immediately took him up on that offer. Managing to say between giggles, “Can’t say I disagree with those pants.”

Matt grumbled a little as he held out your coffee.

“Matty, are you blushing?”

“No,” he immediately denied.

“I don’t know, Matty,” you said, pretending to be thoughtful. “That dusty rose looks an awful lot like a blush to me.”

“It’s your imagination.” Which only made you laugh at him again.

“What woke you up?” He asked, hoping to change the subject.

“E-mail notification,” you said. “Our morning class was canceled.”

“Really?”

“Yep, nowhere to be until noon.”

“Darn, I could have slept in.”

“You could get some more sleep, if you want,” you said. “Or . . .”

“Or?” he asked huskily, feeling his cock swell as your scent of your arousal began to fill the air.

You let your robe drop to the floor. Leaving you naked once more. His mouth watered.

“Or you can fuck me, Hot Stuff.”

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Up All Night

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader Word Count: 1.7k [Tuna-Tober Masterlist]

Tuna-Tober Prompt: Falling asleep in a hospital room

Warnings/tags: Mentions of violence/canon-typical violence, confession of feelings, light angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: You wake up in a hospital bed wondering how you got there.

a/n: Because Mikey always needs more love, I had him on my brain to kick off Tuna-tober. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

A muted, burning pain tore its way up through your abdomen. The feeling had first started off dull–almost like a faint tickle–but gradually the sensation grew sharp and searing, quickly becoming impossible to ignore the further you groggily returned to consciousness. Gritting your teeth together, your eyes squeezed tighter shut as the pain coursed its way up your left side in shuddering waves. Steadily becoming aware of your entire body starting with your partially numb toes, you whimpered softly to yourself. But that persistent dull pain near your stomach easily overshadowed the stiffness in your legs and the uncomfortable ache in your back.

Why did you hurt so much?

Something light brushed along the back of your hand and you startled at the touch. Eyes flying open at the soft contrast to the piercing burn in your gut, you were desperate to see who was here with you–wherever here was. Though your eyes immediately snapped shut again as an unexpected bright light blinded you. That's when you felt a similar sharp, searing sensation in the palms of your hands, too.

“Mmmph,” you groaned. “Hurts.”

“I should think so,” the unmistakable voice of Birdy met your ears. “Ya did try to stop a knife with yer bare hands, dear.”

Your brows knitted together as her words slowly registered in your ears. Attempting to open your eyes again, you squinted up at Birdy's face where she towered above you. There was a solemn expression there as she gazed back down at you.

“What?” you croaked out, voice thick from disuse.

“Ya jumped in front of a knife unarmed, love,” she repeated. “The asshole managed to stab ya in the stomach after slicin’ yer hands up. But he wasn't breathin’ much longer past that, or so I'm told.”

Listening to Birdy’s explanation carefully, you tried to recall any of what she'd said. The last thing you could remember was being called to meet Frank, Jimmy, and Michael down at the pub. After that, you could only recall brief flashes–a black hooded sweatshirt, cigarette smoke, panicked screams, and a blinding white hot burst of pain.

A frown settled onto your mouth as you lightly shook your head. “Why…why would I do that?” you asked her. “I don’t–don’t exactly remember what happened.”  

Birdy’s lips gradually curved upwards into a warm smile before she took a pointed step back from the hospital bed you’d soon realized you were lying in. Her head turned over her shoulder and your eyes followed to where hers had focused. Slumped in half in a chair across the room was Michael. He looked uncomfortable passed out in the tiny seat, his body awkwardly hunched in on itself. There was a deep frown drawing his mouth downwards, a slight crease between his brows. His dark hair was tousled and sticking up in places as if he'd been running his hands through it for awhile.

“Because ya saved Mikey's life,” Birdy explained softly. “That asshole came outta nowhere outside the pub. He was lookin’ for Mikey, but it was you who spotted him first. Placed yerself between him and Michael. Tried to take the knife with yer bare hands. Unfortunately he got ya once before Mikey took care o’ him.”

Eyes growing wide, they returned to Birdy. Slowly her own gaze focused back on you, one brow quirking up onto her forehead as her smile grew wider.

“Michael did what?” you asked in shock.

“He saw to it that the asshole got what was comin’ to him,” she answered. “No one hurts one o’ our own. Ya should know that by now, dear.”

There was something more to the look on Birdy’s face, something hiding just beneath the surface, but it felt like there was a fog in your head making it hard to concentrate. Whatever more she might’ve meant, it was too much for you to piece together.

“One of…yer own?” you repeated, the crease between your knitted brows growing. “But ‘m'not a Kinsella.”

“Mmm,” Birdy hummed out, one hand patting the space beside your leg. “Should probably wake our poor Michael,” she said, your clouded mind noticing that she'd intentionally changed the topic. “Been here all night waitin’ for ya to finally wake up.”

“He–he was?” you asked.

“Think hospital staff were a wee bit scared o’ him,” she continued in amusement, her heels clicking along the floor as she made her way towards him in the chair across the room. “Guests aren't s'posed to stay o'ernight. Yet Mikey here stayed awake all night with ya.” She came to a stop in front of him, a sympathetic look on her face as she fondly gazed down at him. “Poor man only fell asleep a bit ago.”

Your attention shifted back down to Michael still asleep in the chair. The thought of him staying here all night in your hospital room had something warm and hesitant settling into your chest. You'd always had feelings for him, ever since that day he'd been released from prison and you’d actually met him. He wasn’t like the rest of his family, which had drawn you right towards him, but he'd never seemed to notice you more than he needed to, contacting you only when he needed help with something for a job. 

“Mikey, love,” Birdy said, shaking his shoulder gently. “She's finally awake, pet.”

Michael's eyes flew open at the sound of her voice, his head darting straight up almost instantly. He looked completely alert, his attention quickly shifting from Birdy before over to where you lay. When his eyes met yours from across the room, you felt your breath catch. You hoped the heart monitor you were connected to hadn't given away the jolt you'd just felt in your chest as a nervous energy washed over you.

Michael pushed himself up and out of the chair, one of his hands running through his hair as he continued to stare back at you without a word. Beside him, Birdy’s eyes swept back and forth between you both with a growing grin.

“I'll come check in on ya later, dear,” she said to you.

Michael stood rooted to the floor, unmoving even as Birdy reached up to plant a quick peck to his cheek. You saw her lips move beside his ear, but she spoke so softly that you couldn't quite catch whatever she'd said to him. She patted his shoulder afterwards before making her way towards the exit without a backwards glance.

And then it was just you and Michael.

He didn't speak for a long time, his silence only increasing the tension in the air of your hospital room. The nerves in your stomach swirled uncomfortably as you chewed the inside of your cheek. One of your bandaged hands began toying with the stiff hospital sheets as you waited for him to say absolutely anything.

“Why'd ya do that?” he finally asked, breaking the silence. 

“Do what?” you cautiously questioned back.

“Try to stop a goddamn knife with yer damn hands?” he snapped.

You recoiled on the bed in surprise at his angry outburst. Michael had lost his temper before, but in all the time you’d known him, he'd never lost it with you. You weren’t entirely sure how to respond as you lay there beneath the growing fire in his beautiful eyes.

Michael began to stalk his way towards the side of your hospital bed and you stiffened along the hard mattress, the pain in your abdomen sending another jolt through you at the movement. His hands had clenched into tight fists at his sides as he moved with a fury you'd rarely personally witnessed in him.

“That was reckless and so fuckin’ stupid o’ ya,” he snarled. “Ya coulda been killed last night. D’ya realize that? And for what?”

Swallowing hard, you held his heated stare. As terrifying as he was standing there tense and furious, you couldn't help but grow curious as to why Michael Kinsella himself had stayed the entire night in your hospital room. Part of you was beginning to hopefully suspect it was the same reason you'd done what you'd done.

“For you,” you quietly admitted.

He'd opened his mouth, clearly about to continue shouting and scolding you, but your answer had appeared to surprise him straight into a momentary silence. His dark brows drew even tighter together, his lips still parted in shock. A flutter of nerves tore through your sore body next.

“What?” he asked, the edge completely fading from his voice. 

“The night remains a bit fuzzy,” you explained quietly, watching the hard lines of his features soften, “but that guy was comin’ for ya. So I…did it to protect ya.”

The tension continued to visibly ease out of his body. His shoulders gradually relaxed, his hands beginning to unclench from the fists they'd been curled in. The expression on his face switched to one of confusion now as he gazed down at you.

“Why?” he asked. 

You shrugged lightly, wincing a little. “I suspect for the same reason ya stayed here awake all night,” you answered. “Because ya…matter to me.”

Michael blinked rapidly, as if the idea that he meant something to you seemed too ludicrous to believe. Your heart twisted at the sight. 

“But–but I'm not worth riskin’ bein’ killed over,” he countered. 

“Well, Michael Kinsella,” you murmured softly, reaching your injured hand out towards him, “I happen to disagree.”

Michael visibly swallowed hard, the fire in his eyes melting into something hard to decipher. The corner of his lips began to twitch so minutely you almost hadn't caught the movement. And then slowly, his large hand reached out and gently wrapped around your bandaged one very carefully. You smiled up at him, squeezing his fingers despite the searing pain that shot through your hand. 

“How long?” you whispered. 

Shyly, he smiled back down at you with tears welling in his eyes. “Since that God awful party Amanda threw when I was released from prison,” he whispered back. “The second I first saw ya standin’ quietly at the back o’ the group.”

You laughed lightly, but the pain in your mid-section quickly cut the sound off. “What a coincidence,” you told him, trying to smile despite the pain. “‘Cause that was the same moment I knew.”

Michael’s smile briefly slipped, concern returning to his features. “But don’t think I’m done scoldin’ ya for what ya did. ‘Cause I’m not.”

“‘Course yer not,” you said with a grin. 

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At Least Out Loud (Karen Page x Fem!Reader)

Here's my day 2 of Tuna-Tober! Finally wrote something for the love of my life Karen Page

Sorry it ends on a sort of cliffhanger, I am trying to keep these as short as I can manage so I can get through more! Maybe I'll write a part two🤭 Also title is a reference to the absolute BANGER of a song I Won't Say I'm In Love, which hits so much harder in a sapphic context if you ask me <3

Tuna-Tober Day 2: “I’m in love with you, and that scares me.” + A Hug That Lasts A Little Too Long

Pairing: Karen Page x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, sapphic yearning, platonic matt and reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Karen slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to refrain from spitting out her drink at Foggy’s joke. You had failed that challenge, but managed to get it back in your cup as the entire table erupted into laughter. It was a much needed break for all of you, the end of a long week and long work hours. Foggy and Matt at their firm, you and Karen at the Bulletin. You hadn’t been able to spend time together with all four of you in so long. It felt so right, like coming home, and you never wanted it to end. Foggy’s jokes, Matt’s smile, and…Karen. Everything about Karen.

The low lighting of Josie’s gave you courage, or maybe just the ability to hide from the truth. No matter what, at the end of the night in the run-down dive bar, you always were left with that feeling in your stomach. A feeling that felt suspiciously like butterflies.

“Okay, okay, I need to…” Karen let out a few more giggles before running a hand through her stupid, perfect hair. “Need to go. Got a meeting tomorrow morning.”

There was a unisonous groan across the table.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday!” Foggy protested.

“Yes, Foggy, I know. I’m not looking forward to getting up early on a weekend either, but this is when Julia Dayton can meet for an interview.” she explained as she shrugged her bag onto her shoulder.

“Let me know how it goes,” you smile up at her. “That’s gonna be one hell of an article.”

“All thanks to you,” she laughs a little bit. “You helped me finish up my editorial in time.”

You waved a hand in dismissal as she hugged Matt and Foggy goodbye. You stood up too, grabbing your bag. “Walk you home?”

She shook her head. “I called an Uber.” 

“Oh. You sure you’re good going by yourself?”

She smiled knowingly. “I’ll text you when I’m back safe. Okay?” she pulled you into a hug, the faint scent of roses and shitty tequila washing over you as you gently gripped her shoulders. 

“Okay.” you responded, your voice far too small. You briefly wondered how long you should make the hug…were you hugging for too long? Were you making it weird? 

You tried to pull back, but then she held on, and you just about melted in her arms. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the way her thumb was ever so slightly moving back and forth on your arm, but you felt entranced. If this was where you stayed for the rest of your life, you’d be completely fine with that.

When the hug finally broke you forced your expression into what you hoped was nonchalant, giving her a small smile. Then she was gone, leaving you to watch her walk out the bar door.

A beat of silence passed before you heard a snort from behind you. You turned around to see Matt and Foggy, trying to hold in smirks.

“What?” you were immediately on the defensive, practically stomping back to your seat. 

“Nothing, nothing. Sorry.”

~

You tried your best to enjoy the rest of the night, but the feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away. A note of roses still lingered in the air, clouding over every other thought in your head. 

You tell yourself it’s the alcohol.

“Alright, guys. I gotta call it a night.” Foggy sighed, standing up with a slight wobble. 

Matt laughed at the slur in his friend’s voice and his lack of balance. “Yeah, I think that’s for the best, buddy.” 

Foggy shooed him away, huffing as he mumbled something about the King of England being his uber driver.

“It says George the third…” you heard him tell Matt as he walked him out to the car. You laughed to yourself, finishing off the rest of your glass. You weren’t sure how many drinks that had added up to, but for the sake of your sanity you didn’t look at the bill before giving Josie your card. By the time you paid, Matt was back at the table, pulling his jacket around his shoulders.

“Ready to go?” He wasn't nearly as drunk as Foggy, and you couldn’t blame him. After learning about his heightened senses, you could understand how being drunk could be unpleasant for him.

You nodded, starting to force a smile before deciding not to bother. He would tell you’d be faking it, anyway. It almost seemed that he noticed you starting to fake it. You felt him focusing on you as you took his elbow and walked out of the bar.

After a block of heavy silence you pursed your lips and turned to look at him. “Do you have something to say? Or are you just going to keep counting my heart rate or whatever you’re doing?” 

He laughed a little at your remark. “I don’t need enhanced senses to realize you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.” you said immediately, but there wasn’t any conviction to it. You were too tired, too drunk. He just sighed, because he knew you were lying, and you knew he knew you were lying.

He murmured your name gently, before saying, very quietly, “You can’t keep running from it.” 

The words hit you like a freight train. He was right. That’s what you were doing. You were running from this. That’s what you always did. The tightness expanded in your chest, moving past your ribcage, making your whole body feel like it was under ice water. Tears pricked at your eyes and you furiously wiped at them, turning away from him.

“She’s my best friend, Matt. I…I don’t want to lose her.”

“Do you really think you’d lose her?” he stopped you walking with a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Honestly. Do you think if she somehow doesn’t feel the same, that she would treat you any differently?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “N-no, no, of course not but it’s…I can’t just…” you struggled to find the words. “It’s not that easy, Matt, I’m…I’m terrified. I’m in love with her and that--that scares me. I don’t like feeling like this. Like I could just give her everything and she could just…say no. Or worse--she says yes. And then I…then I have to find some way to be enough for this beautiful, ambitious, amazing woman.”

Matt frowned. “That’s not how love works. It’s not a business exchange. If she loves you, which I--” he sighed. “Which I really think she does…then you’re already enough for her. It’s why she loves you." He gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m not saying you have to tell her if you’re not ready. I’m just saying that…” he trailed off, searching for the words. “If anyone is going to be gentle with your heart, it’s Karen.”

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Tuna-tober Day 3

Here's day 3!

Prompt: Role Reversal

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word count: 428

Matt was usually the one in charge. It worked well for the two of you. You were timid and so taking control was not something you usually did. 

But seeing him around Elektra did something to you. Maybe it was the way she pushed boundaries. Maybe it was the way Matt was spending more time with her lately. You knew it was strictly work, that Matt would never cheat on you. But that didn't stop the little seed of jealousy from growing into thick, thorny vines around your heart.

So you decided that tonight, you would take control. Provided Matt even made it home. But still you dressed in a red and black corset with matching underwear and thigh high stocking. You completed the look with a pair of black high heels and a black silk mask that covered the upper half of your face. As you slipped on the mask, you let yourself slip into a more dominant headspace. Then, you waited. 

When you heard the key turn in the lock, you nearly sighed. But instead you stood and turned to face the hallway. You heard Matt pause then take his shoes off and set his cane aside before heading down the hallway. He shuffled into view and took a deep breath. 

“Sweetheart…”

“Don't sweetheart me. It's nearly midnight. You're still in your lawyer clothes so where have you been?”

“I'm sorry, we got busy in the office and-”

“Bullshit. You were with Elektra, weren't you?” By the way he stiffened, you knew you were right.

“Sweet-”

“Get on your knees.” He froze, glasses glinting in the light of the billboard. When he didn't move, you took a step towards him.

“I said, Get. On. Your. Knees.” He didn't need to be told a third time, thankfully. The sight of him sinking to his knees was beautiful but you forced yourself to stay on track.

“For weeks now, you've been abandoning me and your friends for Elektra. I know you say it's just work but work has never made you lie to me before. I've had enough. That being said, I'm willing to let you make it up to me. Do you think you can do that, Matthew?” You purposefully called him by his full name, just like she did. Matt licked his lips and nodded slowly.

“I am sorry. I'll do anything you want, sweetheart.”

“You'll start by calling me ma'am. I'm not your sweetheart tonight.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Good boy.”

He was in for a long night but damn, if he didn't put in the work.

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Chapter 2

Pairing: Elektra Natchios/Karen Page

Tuna-Tober Prompt: Mutual Masturbation

Summary: Matt’s tied up and Elektra and Karen have some fun.

Word Count: 3099

I had to edit/upload this on mobile so I’m crossing my fingers that this posts correctly.

Thank you so much for reading! Gentle reminder that reblogs are the best way to support writers on this platform. XOXO

“Yes, you can kiss me.” Karen responded with a soft smile as her cheeks flushed. The tense mixture of nerves and excitement was swirling around her body as Elektra slowly leaned in to kiss Karen, pausing when their lips were barely touching. Elektra held space, taking a few moments to breathe each other’s air, building a palpable tension. Karen could feel Elektra’s warmth radiating off her skin and on to Karen’s. The anticipation was making her palms sweat and her heart race. Elektra moved her hand to cup Karen’s cheek before closing the gap and delicately kissing Karen.  

Karen’s skin prickled at the sensation of Elektra’s soft lips on hers. Her usually busy mind blanked out as she gently kissed Elektra in return. She was a bit taken aback by the sensation. Karen had kissed her fair share of men but this kiss was so different. Elektra was taking her time, enjoying the experience and sensation with Karen. Elektra was letting Karen take pleasure with her exploration, whereas many of the men she had dated in the past were more firm and quick to advance exploration with her. 

Elektra slowly leaned back, breaking the kiss but smiling as she did so. “Can I keep kissing you?” She asked as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Karen’s ear. 

“Yes.” Karen breathed out before hungrily closing the gap between them once again. Only this time, Karen wasn’t so timid as she open mouth kissed Elektra, slipping her tongue into Elektra’s mouth. She lightly moaned before massaging her tongue against Karen’s.The girls sat on the couch, taking their time making out and playing with each other’s hair. An occasional giggle slipped from Karen in between kisses. 

Matt was in no hurry for this to end. He enjoyed being lost in their arousal.

Their bodies were calling to him. He could feel how hot their figures were pressed together. He could sense how every tender touch to the lips and each soft caress of their hands were working each other up. The scent of their arousal was already thick and beginning to linger in the room, despite being fully clothed. Karen was so easily worked up and he knew she would be a pleasure to ruin. In due time, that is. Until then he politely waits, letting the ladies have their fun. Temperance is a cardinal virtue after all. 

Elektra breaks away from the kiss once again. “Would you like to take this somewhere more private? We can stay out here if you like, or we can go back to our bedroom.” 

Karen pauses to think. The thought of doing this in front of Matt was really turning her on but the newness of it all had her feeling insecure. 

“Um, yes. I’d like to go to your bedroom. This time.” Karen quietly replied.

“Ok love, wait here for just a moment. I’m going to get something ready. Wait here, love.” Elektra brushed Karen’s cheek before sauntering off to the bedroom.

Karen exhaled sharply and moved to untuck her top from her skirt. She was already feeling flushed from the little bit of making out they just did. 

Karen and Matt sat hot and bothered in the living room. The air is already heavy with want. Tension between Matt and Karen was high as they waited for Elektra to return. Karen was trying to slow her breathing. Matt was feeling heady with desire but he noticed Karen swallowing hard and her changing heart beat, indicating that she was getting nervous once more. 

“Remember if you start to feel uncomfortable at any time, just tell us and we will stop everything.” Matt spoke softly as we sat back into his seat, wanting to soften his body language for Karen’s sake. 

“I know.” Karen smiled, breaking some of the tension. “I just started to get nervous again but I know everything will be ok.” She said, before turning her head to face the loud bang that just came from the bedroom. “I just need to get out of my head.”

”Alright everyone, thanks for your patience.” Elektra announced on her way back into the room. 

“I couldn’t find our spare pair of handcuffs Matty, so I had to pull ours off the bed. Although I don’t think you’ll mind.” Elektra taunted as she proceeded to handcuff Matt to the chair. 

Karen’s mouth drops in shock but Matt could smell the increase of her arousal. 

“Are you ok with this Matt?” Karen asks. 

“Oh, I’m more than ok. Are you comfortable with me out here listening?” 

Karen nodded yes before Elektra asked, “Karen, sweetie, may I have your panties please?” Extending her hand out toward Karen. 

Karen quickly glanced between Elektra and Matt. Matt sensed her staring at him and nodded in her direction. 

Smiling mischievously, whilst also thinking to herself: what the fuck am I doing? And Why do I like it so much?  Unfortunately: Is this too soon? Followed quickly behind. Stop denying yourself. Was the last bit of rumination on the topic. Before she can change her mind,Karen stands and pulls up her skirt just enough to shimmy her panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she hands them to Elektra. 

“Thanks dear.” 

Elektra walked over to Matt and knelt down beside him.

“Karen and I are going to go play in our bedroom. All you need to do is sit here like a good boy and kindly wait until it’s your turn.” She places a kiss to the side of his cheek and she sets Karen’s panties on his shoulder, knowing that having her scent so close would drive him wild.  

“Yes, Mistress” Matt groaned in response, feeling the fabric of his pants tighten against his dick as his body responded to Elektra. 

Karen appreciated the view of Matt willingly handcuffed to his own chair. It was a pleasant juxtaposition to the dominant man she knows in the courtroom. She had always had a physical attraction to Matt but had never indulged in the urge to act on it. Karen didn’t want to ruin their professional relationship. But today, she allowed her eyes to wander to his pecks that were straining against his t-shirt. She admired the way his sweatpants clung to the muscles on his thighs. She took note of his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the side of the chair. She knew that Matt was more than capable of breaking out of Elektra’s restraints but seeing this strong, capable man hold himself back made her feel supremely safe. 

“C’mon love. Let’s go and play.” Elektra took Karen’s hand and guided her into the bedroom.

________________

Karen and Elektra sat next to each other on the bed. Elektra moved to face Karen and said, “I only require Matthew to call me Mistress. You can refer to me as you wish. And later on if you feel comfortable we can include you in that dynamic.”

Karen pauses for a moment before replying. “I think I would like to call you Ellie, for now.” Her cheeks flushed red with her response. 

“Now, Ellie, I would very much like to kiss you some more.” Karen purred as she began to unbutton her top. Her boldness surprised even herself. 

“Ask and you shall receive.” Elektra husked before brushing her lips with Karen. Elektra traced the outline of Karen’s lips with the tip of her tongue. Karen raggedly exhaled. 

Their kisses quickly turned sloppy in the privacy of Elektra’s bedroom. Their teeth clicked together as Karen snaked her hands around Elektra’s shoulders. Elektra took her hands off Karen’s hip and worked to remove both her shirt and bra. 

Karen paused, her breath hitched as her eyes took in the goddess next to her. 

“You are so fucking beautiful. Can I touch you?” 

Elektra giggled and brought Karen's hands to her chest, before leaning in to kiss Karen. 

Karen shuddered and excitement coarsed through her body as she opened her mouth against Elektra’s once more. Tongues collided as Karen caressed Elektra’s neck. She gently cupped Elektra’s breasts as they continued making out. 

Elektra’s skin was so soft and her gentleness with Karen mixed with the excitement at the new experience had Karen’s breath picking up. She clenched her thighs together, attempting to quelch the desire building in her low belly but her missing panties made the dampness between her thighs even more apparent. All of this aided in Karen’s braveness to explore her new partner’s body. 

Karen pulled back, looking Elektra in the eyes. She was enjoying fondling Elektra. 

The weight of her breasts in Karen’s hands released any remaining nerves left in Karen’s body and she allowed herself to gently squeeze them, taking note of the look of pleasure in Elektra’s eyes. Karen’s touch caused Elektra’s nipple to harden and Elektra sharply inhaled as Karen instinctively brought her thumbs across them. The noise encouraged Karen to do it again only this time she brought her pointer fingers and thumbs against her hardened nipples and gently pinched them. Elektra shivered and Karen pinched her nipples for a second time, causing Elektra to whine. The sound shot right to Karen’s core. The intensity shocked her and before she could stop herself, a nervous giggle slipped from Karen’s mouth. The sexual tension shifted to something lighter and once again some anxiety within Karen creeped up.

”Are you ok? Do you need to stop?” Elektra asked Karen.

”No, I don’t want to stop but can we slow down a little bit?I think I got a bit too carried away. I’m really sorry I’m getting stuck in my head. I promise I want to do this with you.”

“Of course we can, darling. We can stop now if you like. There’s no pressure to do anything. We can simply sit here and talk. Or we can cuddle for a bit.” Elektra calmly said. She lifted Karen’s chin to meet her eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

Yet again, nerves began to course through Karen’s body as she took a moment and really thought about what was going on. She scanned her body, to see how it was feeling before answering. 

“Truthfully, I think I’m ashamed of how excited you make me feel. I come from a strict background where this would be frowned upon and I think a bit of my initial programming is getting to me. I don’t know how far I want to go tonight but I do know that I’m not ready to stop yet.” 

“I understand.” Elektra soothingly replied. “You and Matthew have that in common. Although something inside me believes he enjoys the suffering he brings on to himself.” She added with a giggle. 

“Yeah, I can see that. Can’t be a good Catholic boy without the corresponding guilt can you?”

“No, I think not.” Elektra whispers back, nuzzling her nose against Karen’s. She brought her hands up to the back of Karen’s head cradling her. She then slipped them up under the nape of her neck. “Can you relax for me?” She asked Karen as she began to massage the back of Karen’s head with her nails. 

“Mmmm, yeah I can.” Karen replied, relaxing into the sensation. “Tell me, do you treat all the girls you meet as good as this?” 

“No dear, not all of them. Only the special ones.” She whispered, her breath tickling the shell of Karen’s ear. That tickle quickly turned into a shiver then down the right side of her body and reigniting her core. 

Karen once again basked in the comfort of Elektra’s closeness. 

“Do you think we could lay down?” Karen asks. 

“Whatever you wish, my dear.” Elektra said, shifting so the both could lay down in the middle of the bed, facing each other. 

There was barely any space between the two of them. Bodies so close but not yet intimately entwined. Karen stared deeply into Elektra’s eyes as Elektra caressed the side of Karen’s face. The low light gleaming from the nightstand reflected the shades of green in her eyes and Karen felt she could get lost in her eyes forever. 

“How are you feeling?” she gently asks Elektra. 

Smiling, she replies, “I feel like the luckiest woman in Hell's Kitchen right now.” As she moved to wrap her arms around Karen’s shoulder, their lips met in a sensual kiss. After a few, slow passes Karen enthusiastically picked up the pace. Elektra parted her lips and their tongues danced against each other. 

Karen then moved to close the gap between them, slotting her legs in between Elektra’s. The soft curve of Elektra’s thigh felt wonderful against hers. She could smell the scent of Matt’s cologne and body wash that lingered on the bed sheets. That mixed with Elektra’s intoxicating scent left Karen heady with want. They laid like that, making out like teenagers for what felt like hours, before Elektra carefully pulled back and began to trace Karen’s lips with her finger. “Can I touch you?” Elektra asked, taking note of Karen’s blown pupils and heavy breathing. 

Karen nodded yes and Elektra brought her in for a filthy kiss that left Karen gasping for air as Elektra trailed her hands down Karen’s back, deftly working to remove her bra. Karen shuddered as Elektra took off her bra, nipples hardening at the change in temperature. “You are absolutely stunning, my dear.” Elektra murmured before lightly cupping Karen’s breasts. 

“Is this ok love?” 

“Yes, Ellie.” Karen whispered as she adjusted to give Elektra easier access. 

Elektra’s mouth dropped as she admired Karen’s perky breasts. She wanted to shamelessly ravage her but Elektra restrained herself. She did however bring her hands to Karen’s hips, squeezing them before gently teasing her way up Karen’s abdomen, admiring the way Karen’s already taught nipple hardened further. 

Karen shuddered. “Touch me, please-anything.” Karen mewled.  

Without hesitating Elektra leaned forward and brought Karen’s nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it before popping off with a wet smack. By now, Karen was alight with desire. Her heart was pounding and her blood buzzing through her veins. She leaned in to kiss Elektra and Elektra was drawn in by the energy pouring from her. 

Karen deepened the kiss and pulled her skirt up just enough to be able to feel Elektra’s clothed thigh against her bare pussy. The sensation brings gooseflesh up her body. 

Once settled into this position, she took note of how Elektra’s bare breasts felt against hers. The soft skin and hardened nipples brushing against hers had her brain in a frenzy. She so badly wanted Elektra to make love to her but also wanted to stay in the moment as is, rocking against Elektra’s thigh deeply kissing one another. 

Elektra played with Karen’s breasts as they continued to make out. Karen heatedly brought her hands down to the waistband of Elektra’s pants. Just the tease of Karen breaking the seal had Elektra beginning to pant and she ground her thigh against Karen’s center. Karen’s moans caused Elektra to remove her pants before readjusting herself comfortably on top of Karen. 

Elektra hovered over Karen before she leaned in and teasingly rubbed noses with her. 

“I have an idea.” Karen whispered with a grin, grinding against Elektra. 

“Hit me.” She retorts, playfully thrusting her thigh against Karen’s center. Some of her excitement rubs off on Elektra’s thigh. 

“I’m really enjoying this. Honestly, I could do this for hours with you.” Karen admitted as she reached down to fondle Elektra’s breasts. 

“I love the way your skin feels against mine. And your kisses are divine. There’s no race to an end with you. However, poor Matthew has been out there for a long time-” 

“You needn’t worry about him, angel. I’ll handle him after I take care of you.” Elektra nips, the words not only affecting Karen but Matt too. He patiently remained seated in his chair, cock straining against his pants as he utilized his senses to enjoy the activities going on in his bed right now. Planning out what he would do when it was time to finally join them. 

Karen gasped at the idea of Elektra taking care of her. “See that’s the thing. I was hoping maybe we could touch ourselves…together.” She asked, nerves causing her to chew on her bottom lip. 

“I think that’s a lovely idea.” Elektra said as she leaned in to give Karen a gentle kiss before she moved to take off her panties. Once the garment was tossed to the side, Elektra knelt on the bed, sitting in between Karen’s spread thighs. 

“Show me how you like to touch yourself, Karen.” Her voice dripped like honey as she spread her knees, giving Karen a view of her cunt. 

Karen reached down with two fingers and began to run quick circles around her clit. Elektra watched for a few moments before meeting Karen’s gaze. She slowly caressed a hand down her body before bringing it over to cusp her pussy. Rubbing herself for a few strokes before spreading herself open with her fingers, revealing her wetness to Karen. 

“All of that is because of me?” Karen asked, eyes blazing into Elektra’s?

”Yes and I can’t wait to have you.” 

Elektra’s admission went straight to Karen’s pussy. Her arousal pooled on the bed, unknowing that she was laying on Matt’s side. 

Karen spread her legs further as she felt herself getting closer. The coil in her belly was so tight and it was going to break loose at any moment. 

Karen lay there, gyrating her hips, hand speeding up to match Elektra’s pace. Her excitement boiled over and her body stiffened as she came, reality splintering before her. 

Elektra feverishly watched Karen’s pussy pulsate as she came, knowing her release was coming soon. She sped up the movements on herself before her shockwaves hit her. The sweetest moan Karen ever heard slipped from Elektra’s mouth as she dissolved into pleasure. 

Once the last wave rolled through her body, Elektra relaxed her body, sitting down on the bed, pulling Karen’s calves around Elektra’s waist. 

“Are you ok?” She softly asked Karen. 

“More than. That was amazing, Ellie.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Karen asks, “What should we do about Matt?”

”Well, he has been a very good boy. I know hearing you moan for me must have been torturous. We should at least untie him for good behavior. If you don’t feel ready yet, I can give him a bit of a treat.” 

“I like the sound of that.” Karen replied. “Do you think I can watch?” 

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Tuna-tober Day 11

"I'm not doing anymore Tuna-tober prompts. I'm too stressed for it." In which I am a clown 🤡 I spit this out yesterday at work in my downtime so I've no idea if it's any good. But I hope you enjoy this angst!

Prompts: Tears + "I'd be lost without you."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1041

The sound of yours and Matt's soft breathing was all that filled the apartment. You sat across from him as he laid on the couch. Foggy had left to get some air as you both waited for Matt to wake up. 

You eyed the stitches that crossed his body in several places and had to bring your hand up to your mouth, biting down on your fist to keep from sobbing. When Foggy had found Matt laying in his apartment, bleeding all over the floor, he had called you. When you got there, a nurse named Claire was just arriving too. She explained to you and Foggy that she had met Matt as the man in the mask and that she occasionally helped him. Grimly, she told you that he had never been this bad before. Which you knew. Foggy was angry when he realized that you knew about Matt's nightly activities and had not said anything. But you had calmly informed him that not only had you known Matt before you knew Foggy, but that you had met Matt as the man in the mask first. That had quieted him down.

When Foggy said he needed some air, you had quietly told him to go take a walk, that you would stay with Matt. Really, it had been just the excuse you were looking for. Now that you were alone, you were free to let your emotions take over. You kept your fist in your mouth to muffle the sobs that wracked your chest, staying quiet only so you didn't disturb Matt. Tears rolled down your cheeks and dripped from your chin, your hold on your emotions finally slipping. You cried like that for several minutes, until you heard Matt shift and groan quietly. Immediately your head whipped in his direction to see him blinking his eyes open.

“Matt…” you breathed softly, not wanting to startle him. His sightless eyes darted around and he slowly pulled the blanket that was on him off. 

“Where…?” He croaked, voice cracked from disuse. 

“You're home, Matty. You're safe.” You told him, keeping your voice quiet. You get up and go over to him, kneeling beside the couch. Your hands flit over him but not touching him, too scared to cause pain. Matt exhaled and seemed to calm some at your words and proximity.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You tell me. Foggy found you on the floor practically bleeding out. You're in pretty bad shape.” 

“Foggy?”

“Yeah… he knows. He's not happy. I told him to go take a walk to cool off.” Matt winced and you didn't know if it was from pain or from the knowledge that his best friend was angry with him. But you stood to go get him some painkillers just to be safe. Before you could get anywhere though, Matt's hand shot out to grab your wrist.

“Where are you going?” He asked, a touch of panic in his voice. You immediately shushed him, gently running your hand over his cheek.

“I'm just going to get you some painkillers. I'll be right back.” Matt hesitated before letting you go. You walked over to his cabinets and pulled out a glass for water and the bottle of painkillers he had. You filled the glass up then walked back over to Matt. It was quiet as he took the offered meds and water. You watched as he carefully leaned up to take them then immediately laid back down. It was quiet for a few minutes before Matt sighed.

“Go ahead.” Your brows furrowed.

“What?”

“You've got to be angry with me. So go ahead. Let me have it.” He looked so defeated in that moment that all you could do was cry. Your tears slipped free without your permission and you let out a wet laugh.

“Angry? Matt, you think I'm angry? I'm scared, you moron. I'd be lost without you. Absolutely lost. And yet you continue to through yourself into impossible fights. It's like you don't even care that I-”

“That you what?” Matt hitched out, bracing as if for a blow. You laughed again and shook your head. This wasn't the time for confessions and yet the words spilled from your tongue.

“That I love you. I love you, Matt. And you're determined to kill yourself.”

“I'm not. But I can't stop.”

“I'm not asking you to stop! I'm asking you to slow down, to think, to plan. I'm asking you to use that big, beautiful brain of yours to make better decisions.” Matt closed his eyes and sighed, wincing when the motion pulled at his wounds. It sobered you and had you reaching for his hand. When he didn't pull away, you took his hand in yours.

“Matt, I love you. And I just want you to be safe. You need body armor or something that protects you better than that black outfit.”

“I know.” He said. Then in a much quieter voice, one full of hope, he said, “You love me?” 

“More than I care to admit. But it doesn't matter right now. What matters is that you get better. We can talk about it later.” You told him, assuming since he hadn't said it back yet that he didn't feel the same way. But oh were you proven wrong. 

“It does matter. It matters a lot. Because I love you too. I've just been scared to admit it. But I do. I love you so much, sweetheart.” For what felt like the hundredth time that night, tears slipped from your eyes. You laughed quietly and wiped them away.

“Good. I could've lived without you loving me back but it would've been really hard.” You admitted. Matt smiled for the first time since he woke.

“Luckily that's not the case.” He said. Suddenly, he stiffened. “Foggy's coming back. Will you give us a minute?” You hesitated, not wanting to leave him when he was so vulnerable, before nodding. You kissed the back of his hand and stood.

“I'll be right outside if you need me.” You promised. He nodded grimly and let go of your hand. 

You would leave them to have their conversations but you would stay when it was over.

You would always stay.