Male Characters x Male Reader smut one shots

Sleeping with the devil (Matt murdock smut)

"Babe!" Matt shouted from down the hall. I was laying in bed when I heard him; awake but still quite tired. Sitting up, I stretched my arms and wiped the sleep dust out my eyes.
"Is everything okay Matt?!" I called back to him while getting out of bed and heading to find him. Just in case it was urgent, I only put on my dark grey boxers  and was still very dozy. I walked into the kitchen as Matt turned around and placed two plates of eggs and bacon on the counter for me and him. He was mostly dressed for work except his blazer. "Aw, Matty. You're so sweet." I kissed him on the cheek and he wrapped an arm around my waist as we stood at the counter. "But you know how I feel about you using the stove when I'm not around."
"Babe. How do you think I cooked when you weren't here?" Matt responded.
"Okay, yeah, but I don't want you to get hurt. If you didn't know you're not exactly fully sighted. You get injured all the time from your clumsiness." I worry about his safety all the time. He seems to bruise so easily and he always looks like he's been beaten up.
"I'm sorry, I'll wait for you're sleepy ass to get out of bed next time." Matt joked.
I rolled my eyes and went to walk to the table but he didn't let go of my waist and instead held my hips with both hands and pulled me in for a long kiss. When he broke away he said "I love you, and I love that you care about me but I can take care of myself."
"I know, I love you too." I kissed him briefly and then remembered, "I don't have work today by the way babe, I was wondering if you wanted to..."
He cut me off saying, " sorry y/n I've got quite a long day today, the case I'm working on is really stumping me and foggy. I'll try and make tomorrow a shorter day."
" I'm working a Night Shift tomorrow, I won't see you till the day after!" I was upset that I wouldn't get to spend time with him. We both just have such busy lives and we work so hard to live the life we do.
"Babe, we will find time to spend together, just not today. I love you but I've got to go, I'll see you later."
"I love you too, see you when I see you Matty."
He put his black blazer on and grabbed his cane and brief case before leaving.

I was upset that I'd, once again, be spending one of my rare days off alone without my beautiful boyfriend but I've learned to entertain myself in the apartment. It may seem boring but on my days off I seem to become the perfect little house husband and cleaning becomes my passion. One thing that had really been bugging me for a while was that Matt's closet was so messy and unorganised. He will go through his clothes by taking them off the rack, feeling the texture then dropping them on the floor! He then has the nerve to complain about never being able to find anything. So, today is the day I sort it out for him. I opened the closet door with a washing basket close by and started going through his clothes and sorting them by brand and colour (How he usually does it when he can be bothered).
I had no idea how many shirts he owed and the enormous amount of black trousers all of the same brand. He really knows what he likes and what comfort is.

I was almost done sorting everything when I saw a large wooden box at the back and decided to take it out and open it. What could it be? Matt never mentioned this before and I never noticed it. My curiosity grew and I couldn't help myself so... I opened it.

Oh my God!

A red suit with a devil mask sitting on top was neatly folded in the box. "What the fuck!" I said out loud. I was confused, scared and overwhelmed. Matt isn't... he wouldn't keep this from me... how could he even...
The more and more I thought about it, the more things that I previously couldn't explain made more sense. All the bruises, cuts and grazes ; Every time I woke up in the night and Matt was gone ; the long hours and his ability to see even tho he's blind. He had been lying to me for the whole time we have been together! What the hell! I thought he trusted me and I thought he was different. I started to break down into tears and my sadness developed into anger gradually as my mind raced.

An Idea popped into my head and I had to confront him. Without a second thought, I properly got dressed and rushed to Matt's work. At that point I didn't care if he was busy or if Foggy was there. I wore my grey check trousers and black shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled to my elbows. Why would Matt keep this from me? I thought he loved me? Did he expect me to never find out and we'd just live our lives not telling each other such big things like this?