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This is an excellent beginning. Puns are the honey on my biscuit, let me tell you. Can't wait to read more!

Golden Hour

Pairing: Professor!Peter Parker x F!Reader

Summary: You are a graduate student working on your master's in journalism to get your dream job. Your adviser convinces you to take a beginner photography class to boost your resume, even though you swear you don't have an artistic bone in your body. Turns out, your professor, Peter Parker, is charming, patient, and handsome. Will something else develop in class besides film?

Warnings: Eventual highly inappropriate professor-student relationship, but no significant age gap, reader is already an established journalist looking to get her master's degree. Each chapter will have individual warnings. This chapter is pretty tame aside from some curse words and mention of wine consumption.

Author's Note: I have crawled out of my depression pit and I bring you this! Many thanks to @loveroftoomanyfandoms for beta reading! Divider by @firefly-graphics

Chapter One: Syllabus Day

“I have got to start using that gym membership,” you panted as you continued hauling yourself and your backpack up the second of four flights of stairs to your class. You weren’t sure what possessed you to sign up for an 8am class on the fourth floor of a building with only a freight elevator, but here you were regretting it. You finally reached your floor and took a moment at the top of the stairs to catch your breath before going to find your classroom. 

“At least today is syllabus day,” you thought as you took a seat towards the back of the classroom. 

Continue Reading on AO3

What a first chapter; that went from zero to sixty in seconds! Whew; your lead took that brush and just painted right into a corner…and there’s an attorney leaning on the doorframe eyeballing the brush, the wet paint, and the telltale footprints.

You sure know how to keep a reader in suspense…

Imagine Being Loved By Me: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader and Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, it's a LOVE TRIANGLE Y'ALL.

Summary: You split your time between Dublin and Hell’s Kitchen as a marketing executive for your dad’s company. You also split your time between two men, Matt Murdock the blind lawyer, and Michael Kinsella, the Irish mob enforcer. You’ve done a good job of keeping your two lives separate, but what happens when they collide one night? 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Cheating, reader is a two timing bitch, phone sex, unprotected p in v sex, Mean Devil Matt. SEX. LIES. DRAMA. This may or may not have a happy ending.

Author’s Note: Inspired by “Talk” by Hozier, and some very horny conversations in the group chat. Once again, @bellaxgiornata and @loveroftoomanyfandoms are the best enablers. I'll be sharing this one here on Tumblr as well as AO3, since the reception to the teaser I posted here was so good. Dividers by @saradika

Being the daughter of a very successful CEO definitely had its perks. You loved the jet setting life it afforded you, and being able to split your time between New York and Dublin was an absolute dream come true. Your father had corporate offices in both cities, and since you were his top marketing executive, you were needed in both places. Not only did you split your time between the two cities, but you had a booty call in each city. They were vastly different from one another, and they both scratched an itch you had. You were very up front about the fact that you didn’t want anything serious with either of them, and they had no idea about each other. After all, you are a vibrant, successful woman in the prime of her life. Who says you can’t have a little fun? 

Matt Murdock was your do-gooder boy with his own law firm in Hell’s Kitchen. He didn’t pull in much money, because most of his work was pro bono, but you had your own money, that didn’t interest you. What pulled you to him was his good looks, and the fact that he fucked like the devil himself. Every night you spent with him was absolute ecstasy, and he always left you breathless and wanting more. 

Michael Kinsella was your bad boy in Dublin, and if your father had any idea you were hooking up with a hitman for a prominent crime family, he would lose his mind. Unlike Matt, Michael had money, and he loved to give you expensive presents, which was nice, but not necessary. Michael was dangerous, and that was exciting to you. You spent enough time around blowhards and stuffed shirts in the corporate world, so the unpredictability of Michael’s life was a breath of fresh air. Like Matt, Michael was an excellent lover. However, Michael was gentler with you, he took his time with you, and made sure you always came before he did. 

Matt Murdock fucked you, and Michael Kinsella made love to you. 

You were successful at keeping your two lives and lovers separate, and neither of them suspected anything. But, little did you know, Michael was starting to develop feelings for you, which would no doubt complicate things. 

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When you finally landed in New York, you were exhausted. That kind of deep exhaustion that seeped into your bones and made you think that even a week of sleep wouldn’t be enough. There was weather in Dublin. Weather serious enough to ground your private jet and delay you getting back to New York. You desperately wanted a hot bath in your garden tub, then to pass out in your California King sized bed at your penthouse, but you had a date to keep. It wouldn’t be the first time you had to reschedule a date with Matt, but you didn’t want to disappoint him. You could power through dinner. 

At the restaurant,the sound of silverware on plates and the clinking of glasses droned on almost like a lullaby to you in your exhausted and jet-lagged state. You stared at the plate of food in front of you and pushed something around with your fork in an effort to seem alert. Was it chicken, or was it pork? At this point you couldn’t even remember what you ordered. You reached for your wine glass and took a sip, but the wine only exacerbated your drowsiness.

 A yawn suddenly escaped your lips as the voice of your date sitting across from you snapped you back to the present.

"Hey, sweetheart, you alright? You seem like you're somewhere else entirely,” Matt asked.

"Yeah, Mikey, I'm fine, just jet lagged,” you replied as you waved him off. It took you a second, but you realized what you just called him. 

Oh shit.

"Did you just, did you just call me Mikey?"

You sat there like a deer in headlights before coming up with a good excuse.

"Oh, sorry. Uh, this investor I've been dealing with in Dublin. His names Michael, but he insists I call him Mikey. Sorry, babe. I'm that tired. Hope I don't fall asleep face down in my dinner,” you laughed.

"Well, we can take this back to my place. Or yours. For some dessert."

"You trying to get fresh with me, Murdock?"

Matt laughed and flashed you that devious shit eating grin of his.

"I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but I could absolutely devour you."

"Good thing I'm not that sweet, then."

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to keep up that tough girlboss act around me. I know you like no one else does,” Matt whispered as he reached across the table to take your hand.

You laughed. “Oh, Matthew, you are quite the charmer. But, getting into more comfortable clothes and getting horizontal does sound like a good idea.”

Suddenly your phone started buzzing, and you saw Michael’s name on the screen. 

“Um, could you excuse me for a minute, Matt. I gotta take this.” 

“Sure, I’ll get the check and have them pack up your food.” 

“No need,” you said as you threw your shiny black credit card on the table and excused yourself outside.

“Hey Mikey.” 

“Hey pet. Did ya get back to New York safe?” 

“Yeah, I did. Sorry I forgot to tell you. I'm jet lagged and exhausted and I had to go straight to a dinner meeting.” 

“No worries, love. I miss ya already. When are ya coming back?” 

“I miss you too, Mikey. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.” 

“Ah, that’s too long. When are ya gonna just stay here for good?” 

“Mikey, you know I can’t commit to that.” 

Michael laughed, “I know, I know. Wishful thinkin’ I guess.” 

You yawned again. 

“I’ll let ya go, pet. Go get some rest, yeah?” 

“I will Mikey. Be good for me okay?” 

“I’ll try. Love ya.” 

“Bye Mikey.” 

You hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of your nose. It was obvious that Michael was starting to develop serious feelings for you. On your last visit you found a ring box in his jacket pocket when you were trying to find his phone for him. You didn’t dare open it, but you could only imagine what was inside. He also kept hounding you to move to Dublin full time, but you knew your father would never go for that, since the main offices were in New York, and if he knew you had any kind of romantic relationship with a hitman, he’d flip his shit. The ruse of keeping your two lives separate was exhausting, but you just couldn’t give it up. 

Suddenly you were startled by a hand on your shoulder, so you grabbed the strange wrist and twisted their arm around. Then, you heard Matt’s familiar voice. 

“HEY, HEY, OW! Hey, sweetheart, it’s just me!” Matt yelled. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Matt, you scared me. Did I hurt you?” 

“No, I’m okay. But I see you’ve been practicing those moves I showed you at Fogwell’s. Very nice, I’m proud.” 

“Well, I have a good teacher. I’ll call a car to take us back to my place, sound good?” 

“Sounds great.” 

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Once you got back to your penthouse, you got out of your business casual clothes and got horizontal like you wanted to, but very little resting actually happened. You and Matt were naked and spooning, trying to catch your breaths after round three of fucking. Both of you were sweaty and spent, but you still felt Matt getting hard again against your bare ass. He started nipping at your ear and your neck and you leaned closer into him, making sure your ass brushed his stiffening cock. 

“Wanna go again,” Matt purred in your ear. 

“I sure fucking do, tiger.” 

You rolled over on your back, and Matt rolled over so he could hover over you. He kissed you feverishly, lightly nibbling on your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, then he moved his lips to your chin, your neck, between your breasts, then to just above your navel. His lips kept traveling lower and lower until his mouth was hovering above your bare, wet cunt. You tangled your hands in his soft brown hair and shoved his face down to where you needed him most.

He jerked his head up, freeing himself of your grasp on his hair. “Patience, you greedy girl,” he laughed. 

You giggled and bit your bottom lip as he licked through your folds with the flat of his tongue, lingering on your clit for a moment. Matt was talented with his tongue, and it made you squirm and grip the sheets every time. He placed one hand on your belly, and his other hand gripped your hip to keep you still as he worked your clit with his tongue. You arched your back and moaned, and your thighs involuntarily clenched around his head. He stopped licking and started gently sucking, which made you cry out into the dark of your bedroom. 

“Oh God. Oh, YES. Oh, fuck, MIKEY.” 

Matt suddenly stopped and sat up at the foot of the bed. You whined at the loss of his mouth on you, and at the realization that you just called him the wrong name again. Your hands flew to your face to hide your shame, even though you knew damn well Matt couldn’t see your face. However, he could hear the sudden spike in your heart rate and change in your breathing. 

“Sweetheart,” he said sternly. “Who the fuck is Mikey?” 

“I’m so sorry, Matt. He’s just that investor in Dublin, I swear. I spent alot of time with him last week, and I’m just jet lagged and tired, and I’m so sorry,” you said as you tried not to cry. 

“And was fucking him included in all that time you spent together?” 

“NO, Matt! I swear! It was an honest mistake, baby. Just, come back to bed, please?” 

Matt clenched his jaw and moved to the side of the bed with his back towards you. Tears continued to prick at your eyes, and you soon started sobbing. You couldn’t believe how stupid you were being. You had been so careful, but you feared your cover had been blown. Matt could smell and taste the salt from your tears before he even heard your sniffles. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you, then kissed your temple before pulling you into his chest to comfort you. At that moment, your phone picked the worst possible time to start buzzing. 

You released yourself from Matt’s grip so you could sit up and see who it was. 

Fuck. It was Michael. 

“Who is it?” Matt asked coldly. 

“Uh, it’s nobody, babe.” 

“Is it your investor?”

“Yeah, I’ll call him back later.” 

“No, sweetheart. Answer it. Put him on speaker.” 

“No, it’s okay, I’ll just-”

“Answer. It,” Matt growled. 

You did as he said, and put it on speaker. Soon, you heard the smooth Irish accent of your lover across the pond coming through your phone. 

“Hey, pet. I didn’t wake ya, did I?” 

“Uh, no Mikey you didn’t. But now isn’t really a good time, can I call you back later?” 

“Sure, but I just wanted ta hear yer voice a minute.” 

Matt was pissed. You had heard about the Devil in the Murdock boys, and you were about to witness it firsthand. 

“Didn’t you hear the lady say it wasn’t a good time?” Matt said loudly so the man on the phone could hear him. 

“What the fuck? Do ya have another man in there with ya?” Michael asked.

You covered your face again, wishing the bed would open up and swallow you whole. Then, Matt firmly, but gently shoved you back down on the bed, opened up your legs, and lined his still hard cock up with your entrance. Before you could say another word, he pushed into you until he was fully inside you, causing you to yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Matt usually took his time with you so you could adjust to his size, but he had a point to make here. 

“Yeah, she does have another man in here with her. And you’re about to listen to me fuck her,” Matt breathed out as he started roughly snapping his hips. 

“Michael, I’ll call you back,” you cried out. 

“Nah, I think I’ll listen to the show,” Michael replied. “I wanna hear if he can make you scream like I can. I bet his cock isn’t even as big as mine.” 

“She was screaming your name earlier, pal,” Matt said through gritted teeth between thrusts. “Now I”m gonna fuck her so sensless that she forgets all about you.” 

Matt was making good on his word to fuck you senseless. He was hitting just a bit deeper than he usually did, and fucking you rougher. You couldn’t hide the fact that he felt so fucking good, and the way his cock was rapidly brushing against that sweet spot inside you already had you feeling boneless and dizzy. Hearing Michael’s gruff Irish accent through the speaker of your phone wasn’t hurting, either. 

“Is he gonna make ya come, love? Go on, pet.” 

You were getting closer and closer, and your cunt was clenching and fluttering around Matt’s cock, encouraging him to finish too. 

“Yeah, she’s gonna come, and I am too. Gonna fill her up so good she’ll still be dripping from me by the time she gets back to Dublin.” Matt growled. 

“Oh god, Matt, PLEASE!” 

“No god here tonight here, sweetheart. But the devil is inside you.” 

After that you fell over the edge, screaming, panting, legs shaking. Matt spilled inside you as you convulsed around him, and he swore he had never come so hard in his life. He slowly pulled out of you, and stumbled his way to your en suite bathroom, leaving you naked on the bed with Michael still on the phone. 

“Well, sounds like ya might need to get some rest. I’ll call ya later.”

“Michael, wait,” you replied before he abruptly hung up. 

You heard the shower start in the bathroom, then Matt appeared in the doorway. 

“I’m gonna shower.” 

“Okay. You want some company?” you asked sheepishly. 

“No. Actually, no I don’t,” Matt said before slamming the bathroom door behind him. 

You scrubbed your hands over your face yet again, and you wondered how in the fuck you were going to get yourself out of this one.

Whoop! That's a great hook 'em! I'll be keeping an eye out for this one.

Paper Rings: PREVIEW

Pairing: College!Matt Murdock x OFC Carly Bennett

Carly Bennett was born into Texas royalty. Her dad Dennis “Denny” Bennett owns Bennett Farms in Fort Worth, Texas, which is one of the largest suppliers of beef in the country. While her dad worked his way up from the son of a poor farmer, Carly’s life was much easier. She has lived in the lap of Texas luxury and the world has always been her oyster. Her dad wanted her to stay home and help run the family business, but Carly wanted to go off to college and sow her wild oats. She’s always been a bit of a wallflower and a bookish loner, so she hopes that getting into Columbia University in New York will open up a whole new world of social and romantic prospects, but sadly, it doesn’t. Carly wants more out of life, but she can’t get part of her trust fund after college unless she gets married. But how can she find a husband if she can’t even get a second date? 

Matt Murdock is an orphan. The son of a boxer who was blinded at age nine after a heroic act, and his dad was murdered after he refused to throw a fight. His dad did leave him a comfortable sum of money to go to college and become a lawyer, but Matt worries about being able to eat and have a roof over his head after he graduates. He wants to run a pro bono law firm to offer law services to those that can’t afford it, but he’s got to at least have an office to work out of, and maybe to sleep in. He secretly takes a job as a male escort at the Handsome Devils of Hell’s Kitchen, and he stuffs back all of his earnings from his secret night job. His roommate and best friend Franklin “Foggy” Nelson has his suspicions about why Matt is always tired and falling asleep in class, but he manages to stay on the President’s List, so he keeps his mouth shut. 

Carly’s family keeps hounding her about bringing home a boyfriend, but none of the boys on campus are interested in her. She hears about the Handsome Devils of Hell’s Kitchen through a friend, so she decides to hire a boyfriend to take home for Thanksgiving. She hires Matt Murdock specifically because he’s blind, so he won’t know that she’s not one of the typical undiscovered supermodel types that seem to grow on trees in New York City. Matt takes the job because the paycheck is outrageous, and he’s never been outside of New York before. Carly finally tells Matt that she wants him to pretend they have been dating for almost a year while they’re on the plane to Fort Worth, and Matt gets a completely hare-brained idea. He secretly buys a cubic zirconia ring at the airport during their layover, and he plans to pop the question while they’re in Texas, so that he may benefit from her trust fund money. He doesn’t let her in on his plan, but she reluctantly goes with it when he asks.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading the preview! If you want to be notified of updates, I don't keep a tag list, but if you follow this blog and turn on notifications, you will see the updates!

Cadence: TEASER

You're a barista in New York just trying to make ends meet, but you record and post erotic audios on the side to make more money. You've developed quite a following on Reddit, so you make a profile on Quinn, and it takes off. Little do you know, one of your subscribers and biggest fans happens to be a blind lawyer that frequents your coffee shop. One day he finally figures out that the voice who takes his coffee order is the same voice he fucks his pillow to.

Does he confess his dirty little secret and try to get your pillow talk in person, or does he try to play it cool?

Do you like coffee shop AUs? Do you like flustered men? Do you like audio porn? THEN I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU!

I'm thinking this might be 3-4 parts at most, but it's gonna be a fun and sexy ride!

(divider courtesy of the very lovely @saradika)

I'm going to plead the 5th on how hot that was. Wonderful concept and brilliantly executed. Well done!

CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay. 

“Hey, buddy. You okay?” 

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag. 

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.” 

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door. 

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!” 

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Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice. 

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?” 

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.” 

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk. 

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.” 

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.” 

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.” 

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage. 

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby” 

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.” 

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.” 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred. 

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now. 

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?” 

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.” 

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. 

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.” 

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.” 

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face. 

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower. 

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours. 

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face. 

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments. 

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.” 

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay. 

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.” 

*Drums fingers on table*

I have a problem. I swear I'm stopping with one fandom (mainly TASM because reasons), but then I've added another one and then here I sit hypnotized by your opening salvo to yet another one. It's a good problem to have as I now have a bounty of fics to follow...

Discount Lestat: priceless. I like that your lead is self-aware and spirited. Even if Henry has the advantage, I appreciate that she's giving him some trouble. I love trouble. Danger is not MY middle name, but if characters go down that path, I'm going to grab my popcorn and cheer them on...someone please pass the butter....and the salt.

Bite the Hand: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Henry (Eat Locals) x F!Vampire Hunter Reader.

Summary: You've been chasing Henry for hours, and you finally have him cornered. Little do you know, he's the one that's got you exactly where he wants you...

Warnings: Vampire shit. Biting, blood, and all that. No actual smut in this installment, but it does get hot and heavy. Again, we're hunting and fucking a vampire here, so don't expect sunshine and rainbows.

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: BABY'S FIRST KINKTOBER! I'm doing things a little differently and just choosing a few prompts to build a little world around. A big thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their prompt list, and to my enablers in the Traumatized Irish Catholic Boys group chat.

That bloodsucking motherfucker was around here somewhere, you were sure of it. You had been chasing the vampire simply known as Henry all over creation for the last few hours, and you finally had him cornered on a sprawling property in the countryside. 

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, you were sweating profusely, and you were oddly aroused by the game of cat and mouse the two of you had been playing all night. Henry had eluded you for too long, and now you finally had him where you wanted him. Or, did he have you where he wanted you? Either way, you slowly opened the door to the dilapidated barn that you knew he was hiding in, trying not to make any noise. The rotting wood and rusty hinges ended up betraying you, and you cursed under your breath as you entered the dark space. But being quiet didn’t matter much because the scent of salt and adrenaline perfumed your skin like a fine fragrance, and Henry could pick up on it from a mile away. 

He licked his lips as he hid behind a stack of hay bales, biding his time to pounce on you like a coiled snake waiting to strike. He almost felt sorry for you, a mere mortal trying to keep up with a creature of the night with the strength and stamina of ten men. In a way, he felt like he was playing with his food, but he actually had no intention of killing you. Not that you needed to know that. He was going to let you catch him, but he wanted to make you work for it first. 

“Alright discount Lestat, I know you’re in here! Come out where I can see you,” you shouted as you took your trusty stake from its holster.

Henry shook his head and decided the jig was up, so he came out from behind the stack of hay bales with his hands up in surrender. 

“Good game, love. But ‘discount Lestat’? Oof, that one hurt,” he said in feigned offense. 

“Who the fuck still wears pocket squares? You earned that one. But, enough chit chat, I have to kill you now,” you snarled as you slowly approached him. 

Henry couldn’t help but laugh at your bravado. He had been in this situation many times, but he was always able to charm his way out of it, you were no exception. Sure, he could hypnotize you, but he wanted to do this the old fashioned way. 

He reached up and grabbed your hand holding the stake by the wrist, looking you right in the eyes as he slowly lowered your arm back by your side. His eyes were a warm hazel, much more inviting than any vampire’s eyes you had ever seen. You did find him extremely attractive, but you had a job to do and a bounty to collect. There was no way you were going to fall for any tricks he was planning on playing with you. He gently took the stake from your hand and threw it across the barn, then took your chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Your breathing became ragged as he closed the distance between the two of you. The softness in his eyes you saw moments ago was gone, and was replaced with something downright feral. Was it anger? Lust? Bloodthirst? You couldn’t really tell, and you felt like you should be afraid, but you were actually really aroused. 

Henry moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, and tenderly caressed it with his thumb.  His skin was surprisingly soft, much softer than you had anticipated from an immortal that was hundreds of years old. Did he sleep with spa gloves on in his coffin? You snapped out of your inner monologue and leaned into his touch, then he wet his lips and opened his mouth to speak.

“M’not gonna hurt you, love,” he purred. 

Your breathing and your heartbeat started to slow down, and you were suddenly aware of the dampness between your legs, along with your pulse that had shifted that way. If you noticed it, you were sure he did, given his keen vampire senses and all. He inched closer and closer to you, and you didn’t push him away. You didn’t know if he was hypnotizing you, but you suddenly realized how bad you wanted him. Even though you were mere centimeters from each other, there was enough electricity between the two of you to power a small city. He slid his hand from his cheek to your neck, his fingers landing on your pulse point, feeling the blood steadily coursing through the vessels there. 

“Are you hypnotizing me,” you asked.

“No, I’m not. Whatever you’re feeling, that’s all you,” he crooned.

“Oh my god, this is so wrong,” you breathed out. 

“Yeah, it is. But you gotta admit, it feels right. Doesn’t it, love?” 

“No, I—-I shouldn’t. I can’t. I was sent to hunt you and kill you.” 

“And you caught me, didn’t you? You got me.”

“I got you.” 

You knew that was bullshit and that he let you catch him. You were good, but not that good. However, you didn’t care because he was looking at you with lust burning in his eyes like he could absolutely eat you alive, and you were inclined to let him. You closed your eyes, and you felt his lips on your neck brushing against your pulse point. He swiped his tongue against your skin to taste you, and you let out a noise of pleasure that went straight to his cock. You rolled your head to the side to allow him better access, and he lightly scraped his fangs across your skin, making you putty in his hands. He could feel you starting to go limp from his teasing, so he wrapped his arms around your back to hold you steady. You allowed yourself to fully relax in his embrace, and he continued to kiss and nip at your neck. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into you, to get a taste of the sweet ambrosia that was your blood, but he wanted to savor you in other ways. 

“You can take a taste, if you want to,” you breathed out. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, love.” 

“You won’t. I promise.”

“I’ll be gentle.” 

“I know you will. Take what you want.” 

He slowly sunk the tip of his fangs into your neck, and you gasped at the sensation of them piercing your skin. It was an odd mixture of pleasure and pain, like the burning warmth of a sip of top shelf whiskey. He held you tighter as he licked and sucked at the puncture wound he made, making sure to keep his word to be gentle with you. As he continued tending to your neck, you bucked your hips against his, feeling his erection through his pants. He sucked a little harder, you moaned, and he knew he had to have you right then and there. His lips made his way from your neck to your mouth, and he pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the metallic tang of your own blood on his mouth as he feverishly kissed you. There was nothing gentle about it, all teeth and tongues as if you were trying to swallow each other whole. 

Your knees buckled, but he caught you and gently laid you down on the dirty barn floor so you didn’t hit your head. His lips were still firmly attached to yours as you reached for his belt buckle, but then he stopped all of a sudden. He caressed your cheek again as he looked down at you lovingly and asked, “You sure you want to fuck in this filthy barn? I mean, it doesn’t matter to me, but I want you to be comfortable darling.” 

Truthfully, you were so worked up that you would have gladly fucked him on that barn floor. Staph infections be damned, you were ready and raring to go, but the rational side of your brain kicked in, and you saw his point. 

“Ugh, you’re right,” you whined as you covered your face with your hands. “But, where will we go? Not to sound like a bitch in heat, but I need you now.”

Henry chuckled at that, and leaned down to kiss you to shut you up. 

“I need you now too, love. But, there’s a house just over the hill. I’m sure there’s a bedroom or two in there we can make good use of, yeah,” he whispered against your lips.

You laughed as you nodded furiously and replied, “That sounds like a better plan. But, what if someone’s home?” 

“Oh, I’ll take care of that. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about a thing.” 

“Ok, my prince of the night, lead the way,” you exclaimed as you gestured wildly towards the direction of the house. 

He kissed your forehead, then scooped you up bridal style to carry you to the house. The two of you were anticipating a night of pure pleasure, but what you were about to stumble into would definitely make things a little more interesting. 

@theradioactivespidergwen

CADENCE: Part Two

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Creator Reader

Summary: Matt encounters you in the wild when he needs some coffee.

Warnings: Inappropriate boners, male masturbation, Matt getting flustered. MATT IN GREY SWEATPANTS. This might be the most tame chapter, but it's still spicy.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Kind of a short filler installment, but it does move the story forward. Also, I just wanted to make Matt bust a nut in the middle of a coffee shop.

The next morning Matt awoke to the sound of his phone screaming “FOGGY FOGGY FOGGY” at him before his alarm went off. He threw the covers off his body, and groaned as he rolled over to answer his phone. 

“What’s up, Fog?” he asked with a yawn. 

“Just calling to check and see how you’re feeling. Also, just wanted to let you know you can have the day off today in case you are still feeling bad. Karen and I are going on a little field trip upstate to do some research for the Morrison case.” 

“Okay, sounds good, buddy. I’ll just do some work from home today.” 

“Let me know if you need anything. And try not to work too hard, Matty. You sound like shit.” 

“Thanks for that, Fog. I’ll see you and Karen later.” 

Matt hung up the phone and hoisted himself out of bed so he could trudge to his kitchen to get coffee. After rummaging around his cabinets, he realized that he ran out of coffee yesterday morning, and forgot to put in a grocery order so he could get more. Sighing in defeat, he went back to his bedroom to throw on a t-shirt, hoodie, and shoes so he could walk to his favorite coffee shop for his morning caffeine fix. He thought about calling Foggy back to ask him to bring him some coffee, but he didn’t want to interrupt his trip with Karen. The coffee shop would suffice, and maybe getting some fresh air would help him shake the cobwebs off. 

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Your colleague that worked the register during the morning rush called in sick, so you were relegated to filling in for them. It wasn’t your favorite, because you really weren’t much of a people person, but it had to be done. Things finally started to slow down after the initial morning rush, so you were about to take your break, until you saw a rather handsome blind man make his way into the coffee shop. You had seen him here a few times before, but you never interacted with him because you were usually busy making drinks behind the bar. Even though you desperately needed a break, you were feeling generous, so you decided to take his order before going to break. Besides, you had a bit of a hunch that his order wasn’t going to be too complicated.

“Good morning! What can I get started for you?” 

Matt opened his mouth to give you his coffee order, but the words got stuck in his throat as you spoke. There was something familiar about the tone of your voice, but he couldn’t place it right away. He knew he had heard your voice somewhere, and it wasn’t his trips to your coffee shop. 

“You okay, sir?” you asked, cutting through his inner monologue. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, sorry. Just need some caffeine,” Matt laughed. 

“Well, you’ve come to the right place for that! What can I get started for you?” 

There was that tone in your voice again. He tilted his head to the side like a confused dog as he tried to place exactly where he knew your voice from.

“Uh, just a grande drip coffee, please.” 

“Sure thing! Can I get a name for that?” 

“Matt, my name is Matt.” 

“Okay, Matt,” you crooned as you wrote his name on a cup with a Sharpie. “One drip coffee coming right up. Would you like room for cream?” 

The room suddenly got smaller, and it hit him like a ton of bricks where he knew your voice from. It was your voice that he had been getting off to for the past few weeks, and you just happened to work at his favorite coffee shop in Hell’s Kitchen. He sucked in a deep breath as he grabbed onto the counter for leverage, desperately trying to keep his composure, but then you spoke again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Matt?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, but could you excuse me for just a moment? Also where’s your restroom?” he stammered out.

“Just behind you and to the right,” you answered.

“Thanks, uh, be right back.” 

You furrowed your brows together in confusion as you watched him tap his cane against the floor and make a beeline for the bathroom. You set his coffee cup to the side, and decided to wait for him to come out of the bathroom to pour his coffee so it wouldn’t be cold. 

Meanwhile, Matt slammed and locked the door behind him once he was in the bathroom. He leaned against the back of the door and started palming over the bulge in his sweatpants. This can not be happening, he thought to himself. There was no way he was getting an erection while wearing gray sweatpants in the middle of a coffee shop. He stepped to the sink and  turned on the cold water to splash his face, but it was to no avail. There was only one thing that was going to quell the dull ache between his legs. 

Before he could talk himself out of it, he slid his boxers and sweatpants down just far enough for his cock to spring out, and he slowly started stroking it. He thought about your audio that he listened to last night, and that got him right where he needed to be. The more he thought about your honeyed voice, the faster he pumped his cock in his hand. He was now fully erect and bucking his hips into his hand, chasing the release he so desperately needed. If him fucking his pillow to your voice was depraved, him masturbating in the bathroom while you waited to pour him a cup of coffee was downright perverted. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he smacked his free hand on the wall for leverage. He kept thinking about your voice as he got closer.

“You’re such a dirty boy, Matt. The people out there might be able to hear you, better keep quiet so they don’t know you’re in here fucking your own hand.” 

“I know baby, I’m so bad. Just…..need to c-come and I’ll be fine.” 

“Will you be fine? Or should I show you what else I can do with my mouth, hmmm?” 

“Oh, oh, fuckfuckfuckFUCK!”

Imagining what your mouth would feel like on his cock, he came in his hand with gritted teeth. He was breathless and still holding onto the wall, and he realized he never turned the sink off from splashing his face. Thank God for that, he thought, because maybe the running muffled the sound of his grunts and moans as he jacked off thinking about your voice. He grabbed a wad of paper towels to wipe the cum from his hand, then he pulled his pants back up and washed his hands. He took a few deep breaths before splashing his face off again, then he left the bathroom to go get his coffee. 

You were sitting on your favorite couch in the back of the shop when you saw him come out of the bathroom looking flustered. He was clearly shaken up, but you hopped up from your seat to go get him a fresh coffee, hoping that would help with whatever was going on with him. 

“Hey, Matt!” you called out to him, and he immediately perked up. “I’ve got your coffee at the bar here, wanted to make sure it was fresh for you.” 

He approached the bar, hoping that he didn’t look too disheveled, and he felt around the counter for his cup of coffee.

“It’s right here,” you said softly as you touched his hand, putting the cup of hot coffee into his. 

Electricity coursed through his body at the contact. Your hand was so soft, just as silky as your voice, and he had to keep himself from grabbing your hand and pulling you across the counter. 

“Thanks so much, and sorry about that. Anyway, how much do I owe you for the coffee?” 

“Oh, this one’s on the house! I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you kinda look like you’re having a rough morning, so hopefully this helps,” you said with a sweet smile. 

“No, this has actually been a great morning,” he thought to himself. 

“Thank you so much. I’ll get you back next time, I’m in here quite a bit,” he replied as he took a sip from the cup of coffee. 

“Well, hopefully I see you around again soon. Have a great day, Matt.” 

“Thanks, I’ll try.” 

You went back to your spot on the couch in the back of the shop, and Matt made his way towards the door. Little did Matt know, you were taking your break as an opportunity to put the finishing touches on your latest post and put it up on your page. 

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Matt finally made it back to his apartment with his caffeine fix in hand, and he decided to open up his laptop and try to get some work done. As soon as his computer came to life, it dinged with a notification, and it was letting him know you had posted a new audio. Since he was alone in his apartment, he opened it right away, and he was completely taken aback by what he heard. 

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.” 

Matt laughed as he felt his cock twitch, and he reached his hands down his pants to pleasure himself for the second time this morning. 

“I’m sure we can work something out, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.” 

“I can’t offer you money, but I can offer you pleasure. Would that be okay? I’m just so scared.”

“Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”