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it was simple, it was sweetness ⊹₊⟡

a/n: i caught daredevil disease (and the flu). i love you matt murdock ♡ inspired by we never have sex by leith ross.

matt likes tracing your face. he takes note of the bridge of your nose, the softness of your lips, your skin underneath his calloused hands. he whispers sweet nothings while he does, whether you are awake, half asleep, or deeply asleep. he tells you how beautiful you are (“you don’t even know what i look like, matt,” you giggle, as matt’s hand caresses your cheek one night just like the rest. “don’t need to, beautiful.” he replies in that soft voice of his.)

and when you are particularly asleep, matt drowns out the busy streets of hell’s kitchen, just to hear your light snores and hear the soft thump of your heartbeat. even just for a few minutes, matt can forget about his responsibilities. the firm. daredevil. all of it.

it was simple, it was sweetness, just feeling and hearing you every night— and only you. he thinks he would crazy without hearing it. in fact, he doesn’t know how he lived years without you.

“goodnight, angel,” said matt, kissing your head and joining you in slumber.

JOY COSMIC, 240705

oh to be loved by matt murdock :(

sometimes i just think about being so wholeheartedly loved by matt.

like he can’t get enough of you. foggy is sick of hearing your name by the end of the work day, because matt can’t help himself - he has to tell everyone about you.

the way when he gets home, the first thing he does is listen - to your heartbeat, your breathing patterns, your tone of voice. anything to show him how you’re feeling. it would show him what he needs to do for you, how he can get that little excited giggle from you he loves so much.

he just loves loving you. everything from the smallest kiss to the nights tangled together - in matt’s opinion, nothing will ever beat his love for you.

there is something in the way you allow matt to love you the way he needs to. the way you love him the way he needs to be loved. he has found home with you and that is something he never thought he would achieve.

i know i promised another jin sakai fic but i am too lazy to do some heavy editing on it 😭 so it will be tbd for now

it was simple, it was sweetness ⊹₊⟡

a/n: i caught daredevil disease (and the flu). i love you matt murdock ♡ inspired by we never have sex by leith ross.

matt likes tracing your face. he takes note of the bridge of your nose, the softness of your lips, your skin underneath his calloused hands. he whispers sweet nothings while he does, whether you are awake, half asleep, or deeply asleep. he tells you how beautiful you are (“you don’t even know what i look like, matt,” you giggle, as matt’s hand caresses your cheek one night just like the rest. “don’t need to, beautiful.” he replies in that soft voice of his.)

and when you are particularly asleep, matt drowns out the busy streets of hell’s kitchen, just to hear your light snores and hear the soft thump of your heartbeat. even just for a few minutes, matt can forget about his responsibilities. the firm. daredevil. all of it.

it was simple, it was sweetness, just feeling and hearing you every night— and only you. he thinks he would crazy without hearing it. in fact, he doesn’t know how he lived years without you.

“goodnight, angel,” said matt, kissing your head and joining you in slumber.

akaashi keji the man that you are <3

akaashi keiji’s top love language is definitely words of affirmation. spending years helping bokuto out of slumps has made him incredibly reliable in the comfort department; and you’re no stranger to keiji’s reassuring words.

he likes to remind you every single day that he loves you — his words honeyed and gentle — and his tone forever genuine. as your deadlines fast approaching, he’s encouraging you the entire way, showering you with words of “congratulations” and “i knew you could do it” until you melt into a puddle.

keiji is organized, authentic and reliable. and it’s no surprise to you that acts of service is his follow up love language. it blends together with the first one. it starts off small — paying for things, grabbing items for you, covering the corner of the table when you round the room, and sharing an umbrella to name a few.

when you first move in together, he’s diligent in making sure he picks up the slack on days where you’re feeling off; and even on your most tip top days, he insists that he can still take care of things for you because he wants to.

he wants to be there for you in sickness and in health, after all.