#matt murdock has a mommy kink

[frankcastlescumslut]

okay so idk about you, but i have accepted that matt murdock is a pain whore. a masochist, if you will. so kind of sub!matt x reader smut where they keep pressing on his bruises and choking the life out of him and he's just enjoying it 😌 drooling at the thought rn.

oh I have thought, pondered, philosophized, theorized, abt this all day. i’m drooling from my pu-

Pain and Pleasure

word count: 2.5k

pairing: sub!Matt Murdock x dom!Fem Reader

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!! sub/dom themes, oral (m receiving) p in v, slight degradation, praise kink, use of “mommy” (sorry this is more for me than anyone else lol) use of “good boy”, cockwarming, slight breeding mention, use of safe word/color

comments/feedback/reblogs/like are always welcome!!! my inbox is currently open!!! thank you for reading!!

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“what did I tell you about that, huh?” the freezer door slams shut.

“what did I tell you about going out without your suit?“ cabinet drawers rattle as you yank them open in search for a dish towel.

“do you remember?” you hastily turn on the sink in order to wet the rag before wrapping the ice pack, not allowing Matt to answer your rhetorical questions.

“I said, ‘Matthew, if you go out there, you’re gonna get hurt’, and what happened?” your feet carry you to the couch, quickly straddling the battered body. he winces as you place the cool ice pack against the growing bruise on his cheekbone.

“you got hurt.”

you can’t help the way your heart lurches as his puppy dog eyes droop under your touch. he looks pitiful.

“I’m sorry,” he all but whispers in defeat.

you want to be mad. you want to be furious. you want to grab him by the shirt and yell in his face that he doesn’t have to be a martyr, but you don’t. you can’t.

it’s quiet as you contemplate whether you should keep up your facade of empty anger that disguised your worry; only the sounds of shallow breathing and the buzzing of neon fills the apartment.

the ice pack numbs your palm as you hold it against the wound. your free hand strokes his hair, welcoming the way he leans into your touch.

you take a moment to scan his body for any glaring injuries and breathe a sigh of relief as you spot none. a few scrapes and bruises linger around his neck and his lip is nearly cracked, but nothing out of the ordinary. you can’t even be sure the bruises around his throat aren’t from you.

“‘’m sorry, really. I shouldn’t have gone out tonight, you were-“ his eyelids flutter and his voice gets caught.

“Matt? what’s wrong? did I hurt you?” your face scrunches in concern as you search for the culprit of his pain, quickly pulling the ice pack away.

“n-no, sweetheart,” he clears his throat and looks anywhere other than your face.

“sorry, I just-“ his mouth falls open as you place the ice on his bruise. that’s a face you’ve seen before, just not under these circumstances.

the air gets trapped in your lungs as you make sense of the scene before you, and the growing bulge underneath you.

your gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. blood seems to course through your body at an alarming rate, emphasizing the warmth in your cheeks, neck, and core. your eyes shut in embarrassment; he is hurting, get it together, but the image of his doe eyes and full pout is seared into your memory.

it's as if your hips move on their own accord, slightly adjusting to the hard member that rubs against you, and the whimper that leaves his lips acts as a switch, activating your own needs.

“Matthew,” his name leaves your lips as a whisper, barely concealing your urge to moan.

“do you like that?” it’s condescending. the ice pack presses into his cheekbone ever so slightly, eliciting a small moan.

“does it feel good?” you can’t help but lightly grind yourself against him as you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his throat. his hips buck in response.

“do you like it when I do this?” you add a little more pressure to his bruise while simultaneously nipping at his neck. the taste of his blood, sweat, and dirt coat your tongue, only adding to your enjoyment.

his chest heaves underneath you as you taste him. it’s overwhelming- the way your heartbeat thunders in his ears, confirming your enjoyment, the way your blood rushes to your cheeks, the way your arousal practically perfumes the living room- he’s desperate for you.

“please,” hazel eyes desperately search your face.

“please what, baby?” fingertips trace along his cheeks and chin before softly caressing his lips.

“please touch-touch me” he stammers, eyes wild and breath uneven. you can’t help but press your lips to his in order to soothe him. he melts under your affection, groaning at the touch.

“you want me to touch you?” you mumble into his lips while rocking your clothed, aching cunt against him.

“yes, please” a large hand grips your waist, holding you to him, while the other grasps at the leather couch.

“mm, such a good boy when you beg” your teeth catch his bottom lip as he ruts into you.

you reluctantly pull away from his swollen lips, but relish in the sight beneath you. his eyelids are hooded over, lips glisten with your spit, and his chest rises as quickly as it falls from uneven breaths. he’s ruined and you haven’t even touched him yet.

you can’t help but laugh at the way a hand reaches out to grab at your thigh as you hoist yourself off of him.

“ohh, someone’s needy, huh?” he whimpers at your realization.

the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor sends a blush to his cheeks and he groans as his pants become unbearably tight. your arousal practically coats his tongue as he licks his lips, needy for any part of you.

he’s surprised when your fingers lift the hem of his black shirt, but he doesn’t question it and lifts his arms for you to strip him. your fingers scramble to remove the remaining clothes, careful to avoid his member as you slide his pants off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction quite yet.

“sit up” your voice is harsh and you swear you saw his cock twitch through his boxers.

he immediately obeys, a little too quickly and eagerly, and scrambles so that his back rests against the cushions. a smirk finds home on your lips at his desperation.

“you’ve been such a good listener for me, baby,” you stroke the side of his face as you shuffle between his legs.

“do you think so? do you think I should reward you for being a good boy?” he moans as your delicate fingers squeeze the sides of his throat. your arousal practically drips from your bare core.

“y-yes mommy! yes, please, I-“ you swipe two fingers through your wet folds before placing them in his mouth. he moans into the taste of you on your fingers, tongue swirling around the digits in haste.

a gag fills the room as you shove your fingers further into his throat, his hand that wraps around your wrist only pushes them down further.

“Matt, sweetheart, what’s your color?” you wipe away the tear that falls onto his cheek.

“green! green” his eyes fall shut as he places a kiss to your palm.

your lips melt into one another as you swallow his moan. it took so much for him to admit that he needed to be out of control every once in a while, and god, you swore that you would never complain again if it meant you could take care of him like this- to be the one to soothe him was an honor you wore proudly.

as much as you were hesitant to admit it, you also loved seeing him absolutely wrecked under your control.

the hardwood floor is rough under your knees, but the sight of Matt coming undone in front of you is enough to distract you from the discomfort.

“oh jesus!” the name sounds ludicrous coming from his lips as you free his member from its constraints.

“ohh, look at you sweet boy,” you coo, running a finger from the shaft to the leaking tip. his hips automatically buck into your touch, desperate for more.

“do you need me to make you feel better, hm?” your fingertips practically glide over him.

his hands dig into the leather as he twitches and squirms.

“please, please I can’t take it. please, I need you”

“you know I love it when you beg, such a good boy for me” you breathe against his member before placing a small kiss to the red tip, precum wetting your lips.

the moans that fill the living room are filthy.

your hands rest on your knees as your tongue trails from the base of his cock to swirl around the sensitive tip. hot breath only provides extra stimulation before you wrap your plush lips around him, gently sucking and lapping up the drops of precum.

your eyes flutter shut as you relish the taste of him with a moan, causing him to twitch against your tongue. his moans and whimpers sound like music.

“christ, that feels so good sweetheart” his eyes flutter as he leans his head against the cushion.

“mhm?” your response is muffled as you bob your head down the length of him.

“your mouth feels so good, angel, fuck” you stick your tongue out so that you can take him further into your mouth, gagging as the tip hits the back of your throat.

you hoist yourself up, hands pressing into the tops of his knees, so you can take him fully. strings of spit dribble from your lips and onto his cock as you suck, your name falling from his lips.

large hands smooth your hair into a makeshift ponytail and you feel your head being pushed further down- nose meeting his pelvis. you couldn’t stop your arousal from coating your pussy.

“just like that, fuck!“ you peek through tear stained eyelashes to find his face, squished and mouth agape as he used you. you drag a small hand up his torso and land on his neck, fingers desperately squeezing.

“you’re gonna make me cum, I want to cum” his thrusts become sloppy as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

you gasp for air as you release him. Matt didn’t need his sight to enjoy the way your drool coats your lips and chin and tears stained your face. you could feel yourself slipping out of control, desperate for his touch.

“not yet, baby” you hoist yourself up, his large hands hold onto your hips you as you catch your breath.

“you’re gonna cum in my pussy, okay?” he leans forward to pull you against him, your face is squished against his before you can protest.

you moan in unison as you straddle him, your warm cunt nudging against his throbbing cock. you slip a hand between your bodies before running the tip through your wet folds.

“fuck, use me, please, use me” he cries into your neck.

you lower yourself slightly, only allowing the tip to fill your need.

“that feel good, hm? does my pussy feel good around you?” you try to catch a glimpse of the way your pussy teases him.

“so good, you make me feel so good” he gently bites down on your neck, pulling a moan from you.

“look at me, baby” your hand finds the hair at the nape of his neck and tugs, pulling him to face you. his glazed eyes scan your face, desperate to find your eyes.

“i want to watch you while i use you” you lower yourself onto him, fully taking his length. your eyes flutter, trying hard to watch as he unravels in front of you as your pussy grips him.

“god Matty, you’re so fucking big” you hold onto his shoulders as you adjust, his hands gripping your waist.

a small whimper leaves his lips as you squeeze around him.

“you’re doing so good for me,” you push his hair out of his face as you grind your hips forward, hitting your g-spot expertly.

“you feel so, fuck, so good”, he moans into your mouth as you pick up your pace.

“feels like h-heaven. you feel like heaven” you can’t help but clench at his praise. your hands roam his body in an attempt to draw even closer.

“i love the way you fill my pussy, you’re such a good boy” you bounce up and down while peppering wet kisses to his jaw and neck, squeezing gently to swallow his moan.

“such a good boy for me” you moan into his mouth.

his hands grasp at your soft skin, helping to lift you enough just to slam you back down on his length. his orgasm threatens to spill over as you squeeze around him.

“‘m gonna cum, god, ‘m gonna cum” he’s mumbling into the air as you lick a stripe along his neck.

“not yet, baby. wait for me” you take advantage of his open mouthed moans by sticking two fingers against his tongue. he wets them with ease, and you begin to circle your clit.

your cunt flutters with the new pleasure, and you realize how close you are to your own orgasm. Matt picks up on your increased heartbeat and the goosebumps that litter your skin. his hands roam your body as you grind against him, chasing your own climax, and his mouth wraps around your supple breasts.

“fuck, baby” you moan at the new sensation of his teeth grazing your nipples.

“i’m gonna cum soon, are you ready to cum with me?” your hand pulls at his hair, his eyes slamming shut.

”hm? gonna be a good boy and cum with me?”

“yes, mommy” your mouth slacks open as he responds with one of your nipples between his teeth.

you nearly orgasm on the spot.

you rub circles against your sensitive clit and rut against him, desperate to achieve your high. his cock twitches inside of you and you know he’s doing his best to wait for you.

fingers pinch and pull at your nipple that isn’t in his mouth and he moans against you, thrusting in determination to bring you crashing down on him.

“that’s it, baby. make mommy feel good, you’re doing so good for me” your head flies back as your g-spot is hit with precision.

“fuck, Matty, I’m gonna cum-“ your forehead rests against his, your fingers rubbing your clit.

“cum on my cock, please, please”

“cum in my pussy, baby. be a good boy and fill my pussy”

your moans reverberate throughout the apartment as you both climax together. it’s messy, animalistic, and you claw at each other to somehow prolong the pleasure as you become enmeshed. you slowly drag your core up and down his length to milk him, eventually coming to a stop with him still buried in you.

you catch his quivering lip in between yours as he twitches under your touch. your body warms as his calloused hands rub against your bare back before resting on your waist, pulling you closer to him. the air buzzes between your bodies as you come to.

“I love you” you brush his hair out of his face before placing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you” his lips meet your sternum.

it takes you a second to meet his stare. his eyes are sleepy, his lips curl into a dopey smile, and he relaxes into the feel of your hand against his cheek.

“how are you feeling? can I get you some water? what do you need, honey?” you’re not sure why you whisper, but it feels right- intimate.

“you. just you” he pulls your forehead to his lips.

your nose nuzzles into the crook of his neck as you rest against him, enjoying his warmth and embrace. his back is smooth under the feel of your fingers as you draw lazy circles into his skin, him following suit on your own back.

your eyes close while you silently thank whatever god he prays to for sending him to you.

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[briars-patch]

Falling from Grace

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, mommy kink, daddy kink, spanking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms (f), oral (f receiving), mean!Matt, begging!Matt, improper use of religious themes, very minor descriptions of injury and blood (he's Daredevil, what were you expecting)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader

Summary: After Matt stumbles through your window at two in the morning, you try to patch him up, but Matt has other plans.

Author's Note: this is my first time writing smut, so any feedback is helpful and encouraged, just don't be a dick about it. Thanks, hopefully you enjoy <3

Word count: 2930

Loving Matt Murdock was a challenge, to say the least. It wasn't the loving him part that was hard, just the part where he tumbled through your window, bloody and beaten, at two in the morning.

Which was just the occasion. You'd been asleep, wrapped up in one of his t-shirts, when you were woken by a loud crash. Switching on the lamp beside your bed, you saw your boyfriend sprawled on the flood, panting.

"Jesus Christ, Matt!" you shouted, rushing to him and lifting him the best you could.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he mumbled, leaning into you heavily as he pulled off his mask. He attempted to capture your lips in a kiss, but you were having none of that.

"Matt, you're bleeding," you said, gently pushing him to sit on your bed.

You went to walk away, but Matt had other plans, capturing your waist in his toned arms. "I'm fine, Y/N," he said, his voice soft, like the light brushes of his fingertips on your thighs.

Fighting back a small moan, you push his hands off your body and into his lap. "No. Not until I get you cleaned up," you said firmly, trying to ignore the small pout on his face.

Not giving into him any time Matt wanted something was hard for you, but you managed.

Walking to the bathroom to grab your first aid kit, you could hear Matt following behind you.

You couldn't help but sigh playfully. "You're very touchy feely tonight," you teased, leading him into the kitchen.

Sitting heavily in one of the chairs, Matt tilted his head up to you. "I can't help it.."

His hands were roaming whatever exposed skin they could reach, distracting you from your intentions of patching him up.

"Hey, stop that," you scolded playfully, gently removing his hands from your body. "I need to assess the amount of damage we've got tonight."

While you pulled off the layers of suit he wore, until he was sitting in just a pair of black boxers, Matt insistently groped at whatever parts of you he could get his hands on.

"Y/N, please... I need you," he whined softly.

You let out a soft gasp as you saw the cuts and bruises riddling his perfect body. You knew they'd be there, but everytime you were a little surprised.

"No, Matthew, you need a doctor.. And maybe a few prayers," you muttered under your breath, beginning the process of cleaning and bandaging his wounds.

"No. Prayers, maybe. But only if they fall from your lips," Matt whispered as he pulled you close, squeezing around your waist gently.

You couldn't help but be a little glad that he wasn't able to see the blush creeping up your cheeks. "Matt, baby, please. Let me get you cleaned up at least.."

"Y/N, please!"

This time was different. This time, the desperation in his voice wasn't just out of desire. He was in pain, and the only way he could fix it was you.

Swallowing thickly and finishing up on the larger cuts, you gently cup his cheeks.

"What do you need me to do for you, Matthew?" Your voice was soft and gentle, but full of authority. Watching the affect it had on him always amused you.

Matt shivered in pleasure, his breath shuddering ever so slightly as he realized you were giving him what he wanted.

"Please mommy, please. Let me worship you. Let me wash away my sins with the sound of your beautiful cries. Baptise me between your thighs. Let your name be a prayer from my lips. Please, I need you. God, I need you. I'm yours... please take me," he begged softly, his firm hands gently gripping your thighs.

Looking down into those gorgeous, unseeing eyes, you felt yourself completely crumble. It pained you, knowing he was hurting so much, but God did you live for when he begged for you.

"Alright, love. I'm yours. Do whatever you please," you whispered, running your fingers gently through his dark hair, giving a small tug.

Matt let out a soft moan before grinning and practically pouncing on you, pinning you against the kitchen table. "Thank you. Thank you so much," he whispered, kissing your neck as he quickly pulled your panties down, laying you bare before him like a full course meal. Due to his impatience, they ripped, but you couldn't find it in you to care, especially when he buried his head between your thighs.

You gasped softly and moaned, feeling his tongue massage your clit. Matt was the only man you'd ever slept with who could eat you out and make it good.

You were quickly pulled from your thoughts when Matt slowly pushed two fingers into your soaked pussy. You hadn't noticed how wet you were until you heard Matt chuckle.

"Damn, angel, you're practically dripping down my arm," he whispered gruffly against your clit, his fingers still working deep inside you.

You, however, were too distracted to care about his teasing. Already a moaning mess, you kept bucking your hips up to try and grind against his face or hand.

Matt quickly put a stop to that, using his free hand to pin your hips to the table. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from inside you, chuckling softly at the little whine you couldn't hold back.

Just before you could really start complaining, though, Matt got back to work, plunging his tongue deep into you.

"Fuck, Matt!" you cried out, unable to stop yourself from squeezing his head tightly between your legs.

Slightly embarrassed by this fact, you tried to open your legs again for him, but Matt just crushed your thighs around his head again, a low growl escaping his throat.

"M-matt, please... you'll suffocate," you whispered, voice shaking from being flustered.

Prying himself away from you for only a moment, Matt gave you that shit-eating grin of his. "Well, I'll say, that's one hell of a way to die," he laughed before diving back in, moaning softly at your cries of his name.

"Matt.." you whined softly, tugging at his hair gently. "Matt.. o-oh God. I'm-"

Just as you were about to cum, he pulled away from you, licking his lips. Giving you a devilish grin, Matt started kissing up your body.

Small groans of pleasure and frustration escaped you're lips as you're hands tightened their grip on his hair. "Matthew Murdock, I swear to God, you keep pullin' that shit and teasin' me, I'm gonna do something you won't like."

Matt pouted playfully, barely brushing his lips against yours. "Aw, but Y/N, I thought maybe you'd want a little more than just my tongue," he whispered, grinding against your thigh slowly.

You let out a soft, surprised moan, turning your reddening face away from his. "You're a demon, Murdock, y'know that?" you muttered softly.

Matt snickered softly, leaving a trail of kisses down your exposed neck. "They don't call me the devil of Hell's Kitchen for nothin', angel.."

Hearing those teasing words in his intoxicating voice drove you wild, and you knew he knew.

"How cute. My sweet, perfect little angel is all worked up just for me.." he teased, gently running his hands down your thighs.

"No I'm not," you replied meekly, to entranced with watching those perfect hands of his.

Matt stopped his movements, chuckling softly at your miniscule whimper. "What's the matter, angel? If you aren't so worked up for me, why whimper when I stop such a simple thing?"

You groaned, "Matt, stop being a tease and fuck me already!"

His face darkening and a low growl emitting from his chest, Matt's grip on your thighs tightened. "Now, is that how we ask for things, angel?"

"N-no," you stuttered out, face flushing as you looked up at him. He truly had the face of an angel, although he was anything but.

"Matt, ple-"

"Ah-ah, angel. That's not what you call me," Matt interrupted with a teasing smirk.

Your cheeks flushed an even darker shade of pink, avoiding his gaze. "Sir..?"

"Atta girl," Matt chuckled darkly, kissing up your neck agonizingly slow. "Now, what is it my angel wants from me?"

"Please.. please fuck me, sir.." you beg with a soft whimper, turning your head to look up at his face.

Matt let out a soft groan, smirking down at you. "How cute. My little angel wants to be fucked? Who'd think such a precious little angel would want such a dirty thing."

His words were teasing and even a little mean, but it set your body on fire like the devil himself.

Part of you wondered if the man between your thighs really was Lucifer. He was beautiful enough to he a fallen angel. Broken enough to be the king of hell.

You were broken out of your thoughts with a sharp slap to your thigh, crying  out his name.

"What was that for?" you pouted, tracing the scars along his arms.

"You weren't paying me any attention," Matt responded with a pout of his own, burying his face in the side of your neck. He inhaled your scent, which he could only describe as intoxicating. A mix of vanilla and cinnamon, with a heady aroma that he could only recognize as you.

"I'm sorry, Matty.. I was just thinking about how perfect you are," you hummed, running your fingers through his dark locks.

You could feel the smile stretch across his face as he held you a little tighter. "M'not perfect. That's all you, angel.." he mumbled against your skin.

The feeling of his hot breath and his lips brushing against your skin made you shiver slightly.

This didn't go unnoticed by Matt, of course. He was so in tune with everything about you, he knew exactly what to do to get you going.

Pulling his face away from your neck, Matt kissed your jaw and cheek. "You're still so needy, aren't you?" he teased.

You didn't dare point out that he was the one begging for you earlier. Besides, he was right. He'd gotten you worked up, and now you were desperate for him.

Matt chuckled softly, his hands ghosting across your body, lingering on your chest.

He kissed you deeply, his fingers gently rolling across your hardened nipples.

You gasped softly against his lips, a low moan erupting from your throat, only to be swallowed by Matt's greedy tongue being shoved into your mouth.

Tangling your tongues together and trying to fight for dominance, you ultimately lost.

Matt pulled away for breath, his chest heaving slightly. He couldn't contain himself any longer, gripping your thighs gently. "Ready, angel?" he asked, slipping his boxers off.

You nodded eagerly, your breath hitching when he asked.

Matt kissed you gently and lovingly, slowly pushing into your soaked cunt.

A low, keening moan leaves your throat when you feel the burning stretch of his cock filling you up.

"M-matty.." you whined, fingers tangled in his dark hair, giving a harsh tug.

Matt moaned in your ear, giving a slow, shallow thrust as he held you gently in his strong arms.

"More.. move faster, please.." you whispered in his ear, giving his hair another tug.

Matt groaned and chuckled darkly, giving a hard thrust. "So fucking needy, angel. God, I love you.." he whispered hoarsely.

Dimly, you could hear the table scraping against the floor. You couldn't bring yourself to care though, not when Matt was making you feel so good.

Finding a steady rhythm, Matt thrust hard and fast into you. The sounds of your moans and cries of his name were driving him absolutely insane.

It didn't take long for that familiar knot to build in your core. "Matt!" you cried out, yanking his hair again. "M'gonna.. gonna cum!"

"That's it.." Matt groaned, his voice deeper with lust. "Cum for me, angel. Cum all over my cock."

With another powerful thrust and a cry of his name, you were coming undone all over him. Your juices flowed around his cock, dripping onto the table below you.

Matt moaned and pulled out slowly, smirking at the way your body twitched under his hands. "I hope you aren't tired, angel. We aren't done yet."

Whimpering softly, you tried sitting up to get away. "Matt, no... no, too sensitive.." you whined.

Matt easily pinned you to his chest, carrying you to the couch. "Don't care, angel. I need you.."

He knew exactly what he was doing, pulling out his own whiny, desperate voice. There was no chance you'd say no to him.

Nodding slowly, you kissed his neck. "Okay, Matty. You can have me.." you mumbled against his skin.

Matt smirked, tossing you very unceremoniously on the couch. "Good girl. Bend over the arm for me," he ordered, giving your ass a playful little swat.

You moaned and shot him a mean look, knowing he wouldn't see it, as you bent over the arm of the couch.

Matt situated himself behind you, running his large hands gently over your lower back.

You couldn't help the little shiver that ran through your body, pushing back slightly to feel him more.

Matt laughed, his hands sliding down to gently spread and knead your ass cheeks. "God, angel, you're so cute. So desperate for my cock in your needy cunt, aren't you?" he asked, smacking your ass.

Your body was on fire, every nerve acutely aware of the man behind you. His words made the knot in your stomach tighten again. It was almost humiliating, how right he was.

"Yes, daddy.. so desperate," you finally replied with a low moan.

That nickname made Matt go feral. He wasted no time, sinking into your tight cunt, and slamming into you repeatedly.

"Fuck, angel. You know what that does to me," he growled in your ear, large hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. "But a little whore like you doesn't care, does she? She just wants to be fucked stupid. That's what I'll do then. Fuck my pretty little angel into a stupid little whore."

You were moaning and crying his name, hands gripping at the side of the couch for some sort of grounding. "M-matt please.. fu-ahh..."

"Look at you," he sneered, the tip of his cock brushing against that spot that had your knees shaking. "Can't even talk. Turning you into a little mindless slut was easier than I thought."

His words, coupled with the way he was fucking into you, had you coming undone embarrassingly soon.

Matt laughed harshly, smacking your ass again. "Already cumming little slut? How pathetic," he teased, thrusting deeper and harder. It was like he was determined to break you.

You were a stuttering, crying mess as you reached back to grip at his hand. "D-daddy.. I ca-.. I can't.." you cried out, nails digging into his skin a little.

"You can, and you will," he growled, yanking your hair roughly so you back arched and pressed against his chest. "Understand?"

Whimpering, you nodded the best you could with his hand in your hair.

"Good girl," he cooed in your ear, rutting into you even faster. He kept brushing against that spot repeatedly, making your body shake.

"God, you're so tight.." Matt moaned in your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

The overstimulation was almost too much for you to handle as you gripped onto his hand.

Matt chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you upright while he kept fucking into you.

That knot began building again, threatening to snap, and Matt could feel it.

"Hold on, angel. Hold on just a little longer for me," he whispered gruffly in your ear. "M'so close, baby.."

"Matt," you cried out, nails digging into his forearm as you held back your own powerful orgasm.

"Shh, shh, angel. Almost there, almost there.." Matt moaned, thrusts getting even sloppier and irregular.

"That's it, that's it.. cum with me, Y/N.. cum with me," he moaned, his hips stuttering as he started painting your walls white.

You didn't have to be told twice, your own orgasm rocking through you. You were glad for Matt's arm around you, otherwise you'd have fallen on your face.

After a few moments, the two of you calmed down.

Matt sat gently back against the couch, moving your body in his arms so you were facing him in his lap. "Did I hurt you, angel?" he asked gently, brushing his fingers gently over your face.

You hummed happily, leaning into his touch as you shook your head. "No, it was so good, Matty. D'you feel better now?" you mumbled against his fingertips.

Matt smiled softly, kissing you lovingly. "You always make me feel better, pretty girl. Thank you.."

You smiled and nodded a little bit, yawning as you snuggled against his chest.

Matt chuckled and gently picked you up. "Let's get you to bed, angel.."

You nodded sleepily, your eyes already closing as he carried you to bed. He gently laid you down, climbing under the covers with you.

Slowly, you fell asleep in his arm, content as could be. Matt smiled softly as he held you, listening to your heartbeat and the slow, steady breathing of sleep. Eventually, he too fell asleep, too tired to keep himself awake.

When you woke in the morning, your entire body was sore. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you smiled softly, seeing Matt asleep next to you. The way the sunlight his his face made you think God, he truly is an angel.

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x f!reader smut #matt murdock #daredevil smut #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil x f!reader smut #daredevil #matt murdock has a mommy kink

[chvoswxtch]

Hey, got a Matt y/n request.

You go off your pill without Matt knowing because you want to have a family with Matt. Matt notices you're ovulating because you smell different and tries to get you pregnant.

#daddy and mommy kink

#cumpi€

#Matt the animal in bed

nonnie, you summoned my inner whore, and she has answered.

this is absolute filth with bits of angst and fluff sprinkled in. please enjoy (& thank you). 🖤

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of pregnancy word count: 3k

ours.

There was something different about you and it was driving Matt absolutely fucking insane. From the second he woke up this morning, he had this carnal desire for you that he couldn’t seem to tame. Your scent lingered on your pillow and Matt found himself burying his face into it as his hand searched for the softness of your skin, but all he found was the absence of warmth on his fingertips. He couldn’t hardly focus as he got ready for work, and it only got worse throughout the day.

As noon rolled around, he was elbow deep in case work and in the middle of going over a document with Foggy when he caught wind of your scent on the street. He immediately paused, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tracked your path from two blocks away to their office. By the time you had reached their floor and before you could even knock, Matt was swinging the door open and pulling you in so quickly, it made you dizzy.

“Matt! I almost dropped everything!”

You giggled softly as you readjusted your grip on the carryout bag containing all your orders and the tray of drinks. Matt’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as his hands remained firmly gripped on your hips, forcing a tight lipped smile on his mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Heard you coming. What’s all this?”

“Well I figured you guys were swamped and hadn’t eaten yet so I brought lunch.”

Matt’s heart should’ve swelled with adoration and gratitude at the sweet gesture. But instead, a very different part of his body was swelling and he was struggling to retain his composure. 

“Y/N Murdock you are a goddamn saint.”

Another giggle escaped your mouth at Foggy’s comment, and Matt squeezed his eyes shut behind his crimson glasses as he did his best to swallow back a moan. 

“Matt? You alright?”

Matt turned his head slightly in Karen’s direction, a slight panic rising up in his chest as he stumbled over his words.

“Uh y-yeah, why?”

“Because you’ve got a death grip on Y/N/N, and you look like you’re in pain.”

Matt could feel everyone’s eyes on him, including you, and he all of a sudden realized just how tight his hold was on you. He cleared his throat as he released you, taking half a step back as he tried to fix his features into an expression of nonchalance.

“I’m alright, city's just a bit loud today. That’s all.”

Thirty minutes had never felt so fucking long in his entire life. Matt’s knee bounced uncontrollably underneath the table as you laughed and caught up with Foggy and Karen. Everytime a breeze blew through the open window, more of your scent wrapped around Matt like a decadent haze, and he had to stuff his mouth full of food to mask the reaction it was pulling out of him. He could feel sweat forming along his hairline the longer he sat next to you. Matt had always found you desirable, but there was something different about you today that had his half hard cock aching with need.

He racked his brain for any kind of excuse to get Foggy and Karen to leave, even just for five minutes so he could take you in his office and fuck you over his desk. Matt had to physically stop himself from shuddering as you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his jawline, digging his blunt nails into his own palm as he fought back the urge to slip his hand beneath the dress you were wearing. His head was so clouded with lust he hadn’t heard a word you’d said, and his eyebrows suddenly knit in confusion as he noticed your presence by the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to work. I just told you I have a meeting in fifteen minutes?”

“You did?”

A slight pout formed on your lips as you made your way back over to Matt, placing your hand gently on his cheek and letting out a soft noise as his burning skin touched your palm. 

“Baby, are you sure you’re alright? You’re really warm.”

“I’m always warm.”

“Yeah, but you’re like extra warm right now, and you’re sweating.”

“It’s just…hot.”

Matt tried his hardest to appear normal, flashing you a half smile as he turned his head to gently press a kiss to your wrist.

Fuck. That made it worse. 

“Okay…well, if you do start to feel bad, please go home.”

“I will.”

Matt could feel your attention directly on him and the roll of your eyes before you turned to Foggy and Karen with a playful smile on your lips.

“Will one of you please send my stubborn husband home if he gets worse?”

“You got it, Y/N/N.”

Matt swallowed thickly as you gave Foggy a grateful smile before bending down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He figured once you left, he would finally be able to breathe again. All he had to do was focus back on the case, and the rest of the day would fly by so he could go home to you; so he could finally have you. He just had to make it a few more hours. He could do that. Right?

Wrong. Very fucking wrong. The sound of the clock ticking through the office seemed to taunt him about how much time wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted it to. He couldn’t focus at all. His fingers trailed over the same rows of braille repeatedly, until his fingertips almost felt raw, but he still couldn’t decipher a fucking letter. He couldn’t put them together in his brain. All he could think about was you and burying himself inside you. He made it two hours after you left before he was bolting out of the office with a half assed excuse about being sick, frantically calling you on the way out and begging for you to meet him at home.

The second you stepped through the door, Matt was on you. The front door slammed shut as he pinned you against it, ripping your keys and purse out of your hands to toss them carelessly aside. His hands roamed everywhere, gripping and kneading every bit of you they could find. Eventually you were able to break apart from him, pressing your palms firmly against his chest as his mouth eagerly sought you out again.

“Matthew Murdock, what has gotten into you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Matt panted heavily as he licked his lips, blank eyes darting back and forth in a frenzied manner. You brought one of your hands up to cup his jaw gently and he instantly leaned into your touch, a soft whine sounding in the back of his throat.

“I thought you were sick?”

“Not sick. Just need you. Needed you all day, sweetheart. Please.”

It was then that you noticed Matt’s pupils were blown wide open, and felt the evidence of his need against your lower stomach. Your lips parted slightly in an ‘o’ shape, finally putting all of the pieces of his odd behavior together in your head. 

“Oh.”

“Please, sweetheart. I need you so fucking badly.”

“I…um…we…we can’t right now, Matty. But I can-”

“Why?”

Matt almost sounded like he was in pain as he tilted his head to the side to stare at you, and the anguish was plastered clear over his face. It made you feel guilty to see him this way, and you were worried how he would react to what you had been keeping from him.

“Because…I…I went off the pill. And we don’t…we don’t have anything.”

Matt’s face instantly contorted in confusion, placing his palm on the door by the side of your head as he tried to process your words.

“What? When?”

“A month ago.”

“Why?”

“Because…I just…didn’t like what it was doing to my body.”

You were hoping that Matt was so far gone he wouldn’t notice your lie, but the disappointed look on his features made your heart start to pound uncontrollably.

“Can you answer my question without lying to me.”

You internally winced at the edge in his voice. You had never lied to him before, and when he had told you the truth about being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you both made a promise to never lie to one another about anything. Part of your vows were to always be honest, and you felt guilty that you had messed that one up. 

“That wasn’t a lie. I don’t like what it’s doing to my body. That’s just…not the main reason.”

“And what is?”

“I want a family, Matt. I know we’ve talked about it briefly, and you said you wanted one too, but I wasn’t sure if you were ever gonna slow down enough to focus on starting one with me. I just thought…I thought if it happened, you’d be so happy you wouldn’t be mad that I didn’t tell you. I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have told you what I was doing. I just…I want this so badly, Matty. I keep having dreams about it, it’s all I can think about lately, it’s just…like this need that’s taken over. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Matt could hear the sincerity in your voice and in your heart’s rhythm. His face softened as he listened to you, and a feeling of guilt crept up on him. He had promised you a family once the two of you got married. He did want that. There had just been so much going on lately, the idea of starting one hadn’t occurred to him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, he caught a taste of your arousal on his tongue, and suddenly realization struck him like fucking lightning.

You were ovulating.

That’s what this was. You had been on birth control the entire time you’d known Matt, so he’d never experienced this with you before. This is what was driving him fucking insane. Your body was practically screaming at him, begging him for a baby, and fuck if his body wasn’t listening. A quiet gasp left your mouth when you noticed the darkened look in Matt’s eyes. You knew that look; you saw it when the Devil came home and wanted to play.

“Matty-”

Matt ignored the warning in your voice as he crashed his lips into yours, grabbing onto the back of your head to hold you in place as he nipped at your bottom lip and soothed the sting with his tongue. In a flash he’d ripped your dress over your head and attached his lips to your neck, licking, sucking, and biting his way down to your collarbones. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of your bra and tugged it down your shoulders, pulling a surprised gasp from your mouth as the soft fabric of his shirt brushed over your sensitive nipples.

“Matty…what ah…what are you doing?”

Matt’s voice was dangerously low as he moved his lips up to nibble on the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver to cascade down your spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

An obscene moan left your lips and shot straight down to Matt’s cock. A quiet growl sounded in your ear as he lifted you up and trapped you against the door with his hips, rutting into you as his cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants. He could feel some of your arousal seep through the material from your soaked panties, and you moaned loudly when he rubbed against you just right.

Your fingers were frantic as they clawed at his tie, nearly tearing half the buttons off his shirt as you practically ripped it off his chest. Reaching down between your bodies, you swiftly pulled the leather from Matt’s belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as you fervently shoved them down his thighs along with his briefs just enough to free him. Matt groaned loudly as the cool air met his weeping tip, using his legs to support you as his hands completely tore your panties off your hips.

Matt didn’t waste a second, immediately penetrating the warmth of your slick walls with his thick cock. A loud moan tore through each of you, echoing throughout the entire apartment. 

“Hang on.”

Matt’s voice was rough and gravely as he ordered you, and you whimpered in response as you locked your legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders tightly. Everytime he was inside you felt euphoric, but God this time felt different. He couldn’t pinpoint if it was because he was extra sensitive from being so turned on all day, knowing what he was about to do to you, the idea of how much everything was about to change for the two of you, or what, but it unlocked something inside him that had Matt fucking you savagely against the front door. 

A tiny piece of him felt guilty for taking you like this, knowing this could be the time that resulted in the creation of your child. The good Catholic boy in him knew he should’ve made this special and been more romantic, taken his time to savor every second of this beautiful moment. But the Devil in him wanted you and wanted you now. He wanted to plant himself in the deepest part of you, claim your womb for everyone to see, because sometimes that ring wasn’t fucking enough.

Everyone would know that you were his. They wouldn’t be able to miss your swollen belly that carried his child.

As Matt’s grunts and moans in your ear became more feral, his pace got impossibly faster and brutal. He was practically slamming you into the door with each precise snap of his hips, reaching that spot inside you only he could find, tearing the loudest cries of his name from your chest. The only other thing he could hear besides your pretty sounds were the echoes of your skin slapping together and your heart thundering in his ears.

“You gonna make me a daddy, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes you are. Because I’m gonna come so deep in this tight little cunt of yours, over and over and over-“

Matt accentuated each of his words with powerful, quick snaps of his hips into yours.

“And I’m not letting you leave this apartment until I know for sure that it took. You understand, pretty girl?”

All you could do was moan in response as you dug your nails into Matt’s broad shoulders, letting your head fall back against the door as he fucked you how he wanted. You were completely at his mercy like this, all you could do was take it, but God it had been so long since you’d had him like this. 

“You want me to make you a mommy, sweetheart? Hm?”

“Yes! Please, Matty…please.”

“Beg for it.”

Matt bared his teeth in a snarl as he dug his fingertips roughly into the flesh of your hips, marking you just as much on the outside as he planned to do on the inside. You could hardly form a coherent thought from the way he was fucking you. You were getting dangerously close to falling over that edge, and you desperately wanted him to jump with you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear it. Beg me. Beg me for a baby.”

“God…please…”

“No. Not him, me.”

“Fuck Matty-I…please…please, I want it. I want you to…g-give me a baby, please.”

“My baby. Tell me you want my baby. Let me hear it.”

You could tell Matt was close based on his falter in rhythm. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and the devil’s edge to his voice was slipping away into a needy whine. He was begging you to beg him. 

“Want your baby, Matty. Just yours. Ours. Please, baby. Please give it to me.” 

You gripped onto the back of Matt’s neck, pulling him in for a searing passionate kiss. Matt let out a loud yell as he finally spilled inside you, his hips stuttering as he fucked his seed as deep into you as he could, whimpering breathlessly at the way you clenched around his sensitive cock. 

Both of you were sweaty, panting messes as you came down from your collective highs. Matt kept a tight grip on your hips, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall, sliding down slowly until he let himself fall onto the floor with you on his lap. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as the haze he had been in all day seemed to slowly disappear, allowing his senses to finally clear. 

“Matty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A smile stretched across his mouth as he pulled back slightly, staring blankly at you in pure adoration. 

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned into your palm that cradled his jaw, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as the guilt started to set in.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That. I…I should’ve made that more special.”

“Matty-“

“I fucked your mom against the front door is not exactly how I want to tell our kid they were created.”

Smacking your palm against his chest, you immediately erupted into a fit of giggles that Matt couldn’t help joining.

“Matthew! First of all, our child is never going to want to know how they were created. Second of all, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love you, and I know you love me. And we love each other so much, we decided to create a life together made up of both of us. Don’t you think that’s special?”

Matt took a deep breath as his tongue quickly wet his lips, nodding his head slowly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. So do I. Now, if you really feel the need to redeem that Catholic guilt of yours, we can increase our chances in bed and be as sappy as you want.”

Matt rolled his eyes as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, leaning in to nudge his nose against yours. 

“Heaven forbid I try to show my wife a little romance.”

“Romance away, Murdock. Take me to bed and put a baby in me.”

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[fettuccin-e]

Make The World Quiet

Okay okay but hear me out,, mommy kink with Matty, okay?? I love him so much, and I know he'd rail me to pieces, but i also know that he needs to BE railed until he's all mushy and pliable (also given the fact that he slept with Jen i def think that she could hulk out and dom him and he would LIKE IT) so yeah here u guys go (Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, mommy kink, slight edging, blowjob lol)

Matt feels like he’s dying.

He’s been on the brink of death before; stabbed in the stomach, gunshot wounds to the chest, being crushed under rubble. He knows what dying feels like.

But here, right now, with you? Nothing, nothing he’s ever experienced compares to this. Fuck, Matt doesn’t know if he’s going to make it out alive.

Your head has been between his thighs for what has to be an hour now, his hand buried in your pretty hair, dragging your lips up and down his dripping cock. From the position, you on your knees beside your shared bed while he sits atop it, Matt fucking your face, it seems like he has all the power. But Matt knows better. He knows you’re letting him do this; that you, even with your bruised knees and puffy lips, have control over him. Over his mind, his body, his fucking soul.

“Baby, baby, please let me cum,” he whimpers into the quiet of the room, the only sounds echoing in his ears are his little grunts and moans and your obscene slurping around the length of him. “Can’t hold it anymore, y’feel so good, sweetheart.”

But you pull off his cock as soon as the words leave his lips, leaving him aching again. The whine he lets out is demeaning, embarrassing, but you wrap your hand around his cock, jacking him slowly while Matt hears you giggle softly.

“My sweet boy, you’re gonna cum before you’ve even gotten my pussy?” You’re teasing him, you’ve been teasing him for the past few hours since he got home from work, and Matt hates that it’s working. “Come on baby, you want to be inside me? You’ve been so good.”

Matt nods frantically, unthinking and delirious. “Please, please let me have you baby? I need it so bad. Please sweetheart, ple-”

You quickly grab his chin, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “We both know that’s not what you want to call me right now, is it baby?” He whines again, but you shush him softly. “Ah, ah, come on. You can do it sweetheart. Whose pussy do you want right now? Tell me, honey.”

“Mommy,” Matt whispers softly, but you hear it, and Matt can feel your soft smile against his cheek.

“Good boy, baby,” you say, “lay back for me?” And Matt shoves himself backward, laying himself onto the soft silk sheets. He barely has a chance to prepare himself before you’re standing and straddling him, working the tip of his cock into your dripping cunt.

And Matt knows, he knows, that this is the closest he’ll get to heaven. You moan as you sink down onto him, tight pussy clenching as you work your hips, and Matt almost rips a hole into the sheets with the effort not to thrust up into you, not to fucking cum inside you, right then and there. He’s mumbling nearly incoherently, little praises of “Mommy, mommy, your pussy feels so good, you’re so tight, my love, so fucking warm, god.”

And you can’t help but think how pretty Matt looks, all flushed and red, nipples still puffy from how you played with them hours earlier, chest heaving with his labored breaths. You rock your hips against him, running your nails down his chest as Matt chokes on a moan.

“You’re so good, baby,” you say, and Matt keens under the praise. “Your cock is so big, sweet boy. Fills me up so good. You stuff me so full, Matty.”

“Please, mommy,” Matt groans, lips red and puffy from his biting.

“What, baby,” you ask, leaning down to nuzzle under his jaw, leaving soft kisses on his sensitive neck. You’re still grinding your hips, his balls and thighs all sticky from your sopping pussy. “What do you need, Matty?”

“I need, I need-” Matt stutters, struggling to take a breath. “I need to fuck you mommy. Oh god, please mommy, please let me fuck you? Need it so bad.”

Matt knows that it's a long shot, that you could easily refuse him, and he’d let you, just as he’s been letting you refuse him for hours. But you grin between the kisses you’re leaving on his neck, your hips finally coming to a stop. “You’ve been so good, my sweet baby. Come on, baby, you can fuck me.”

Matt doesn’t need to be told twice.

Matt tries not to mourn the loss of you around his cock as he slips out of you, quickly rolling you over. He slots himself between your spread thighs, shoving himself back into your gaping cunt, relishing in the pretty moan you let out. Matt’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a sharp gasp escaping his throat at the overwhelming heat of you.

He bucks into you uncontrollably, slamming into your pretty cunt with reckless abandon. He tucks his head into the crook of your neck, hips working endlessly into you, balls slapping against your ass as he mouths at your soft skin.

Your nails are digging into his back as he ruts into your pussy, punching little ah, ah, ahs, out of your chest with every thrust.

Matt’s world is beautifully, blissfully silent, save for the sound of your skin slapping together, your pretty little moans, and your quick, overwhelmed heartbeat. Matt knows that that’s why you do this, take control, even though he fights it. He’s always the one in control, always the one calling the shots, at work and as Daredevil, except for when he’s with you like this. You mold his mind for him, take control of his senses, allow him to fall into this delirious state, drunk on your pussy.

You clench so fucking tight around his cock when you cum, a garbled “Matty, fuck, oh god-” leaving your lips as your hips shake and your vision goes white.

Matt is just babbling feverishly into your neck, a long string of “Thank you, mommy, thank you, oh god. Love your pussy, thank you for giving me your pussy, y’always make me feel so good, shit-” and he’s cumming, thick cum shooting deep into your pussy, all while he thanks you.

He doesn’t let you go for a long time, his strong arms wrapped around you as he twitches with the aftershock of his orgasm. You run a calming hand down his back, lightly tracing his scars while you wait for him to breathe normally again. You praise him softly, whispering into his hair, “You did so good, Matty, my sweet boy. Made me feel so good baby, you’re so perfect.”

After a few minutes, Matt slips himself out of your pussy and rolls over again, keeping you wrapped tight in his arms.

“Thank you, baby,” Matt murmurs, and you smile.

“You’re welcome, Matty,” you say, and Matt can feel the warmth of your smile. He can’t hold back a grin of his own. You close your eyes, nuzzling into Matt’s chest as you say, “I love you, Matt.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Matt whispers back, smiling softly to himself when he hears your breathing even out, snoring gently. Matt isn’t far behind, falling asleep quickly with the world warm and comforting and still blissfully silent.

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x you #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader

[peterman-spideyparker]

Milk (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Well, everyone, I don’t know how I got this idea, but I got it when I was on a work trip in Dallas and I wrote this when I had some time to breathe while I was down there. I’m not doing Kinktober (and I know that’s there’s a different prompt list for what it’s supposed to be each day, I think) but this was very kinky and, well, I felt it needed to be shared. Also, Matt gives of big dad vibes in this flannel, and it just had to be done, my friends. Enjoy! :)

Summary: After basking in the glow, ups, and downs of new parenthood, Matt attends to his partner in an effort to relief some of their pain.

Warnings: Fluff (Matt and Reader being all cute and happy saps and new parents), postpartum feelings (nothing negative, acknowledgement of mood swings/being tired, what the taco feels like after vaginal birth, sore boobs - *disclaimer: I have never been pregnant*), smut (Matt and Reader being horny for one another, mommy/daddy kink, milking kink, praise kink, blowjob)

Other Characters: None 

Word Count: 1,799

Matt hasn’t stopped smiling for six days. 

“I can believe we made her,” he whispers into your hair before kissing your temple. “She’s absolutely perfect.”

“You can say that again,” you giggle. “No lie, I’ve never seen a cuter baby. The nurse agreed.”

“I know—she told me. Actually, what she really said was ‘I haven’t seen a baby come out looking that good in three years. Trust me, honey, I’d tell you if your baby was ugly.’”

You can help but smile and turn your body into Matt’s. “Yeah, she isn’t wrinkly at all.”

“How’s my other non-wrinkly cutie doing?” he hums, kissing the top of your head. If he thought he loved you before, this proved how much more he was infatuated with you—how you choose him every time and give him the best things in his life. 

“I’m okay,” you admit. “It’s just weird, all the mood swings I’m going through and the hormones. And then there’s the frozen diapers I have to wear, and I can’t get used to how sore my boobs are.”

“It hurts that bad when she nurses, huh?”

“Well, yeah, but she’s being fed and happy, so I can’t complain too much, can it? And I mean, pumping isn’t a joyride either. It just keeps coming! They’re heavy all the time.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he hums kisses pressing down from you cheek to the column of your neck. 

“Matt, the rule is no sex for six weeks, not six days,” you breathe, feeling goosebumps all over your skin, not wanting him to stop.

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to kiss my wife, that’s all. She did just give me the best, most precious gift in the world, after all.”

“Hm, Matthew Michael Murdock: Corniest and Hornist in all of Hell’s Kitchen,” you smile, cradling the side of his face and bringing his lips up to yours to kiss. 

“Alliteration and rhyme?”

“You presented it on a silver platter, baby.”

Matt takes your hands in his, moving your bodies away from the bassinet and into your room, letting his kisses roam all over from your lips to your chest. He pulls up your shirt and unlatches your bra, sliding the fabric down your arms and off your body, pressing kisses to your sternum that have you sit down on the mattress and lean back. 

“Matt—.”

“Let me help,” he breathes as he kisses over the swollen breast. “Which hurts more—this one or the other?”

“This one,” you concede, knowing Matt won’t take no for an answer on this. 

Like he has done many times before, he captures your nipple with his lips, sucking at the flesh. It doesn’t hurt in the same way that it does when your baby feeds, but the sheer over-use of your breasts creates a tingle. Matt must be able to sense it, because he alters his suckling motions slightly, allowing a tingly, warm feeling to spread throughout your breast and into your body. You let out a sigh of pleasure as the tightness in your breast begins to lessen as Matt drinks the milk. A blush burns up your neck and face—out of everything Matt and you have done to one another, this feels the dirtiest. But when Matt moans, a gentle hand resting on your waist as he continues, you can’t help but scrunch up his hair in your fingers. 

“Matty,” you moan. “Oh, Matty, wow. So nice.”

Matt opens his eyes slightly, moving his gaze up toward you to meet your face the best that he can. 

“So good for me, Matty,” you breathe, scratching gentle circles into his scalp. With a few more sucks, Matt gently releases your nipple from his mouth before peppering wet kisses all over your chest, but not before you catch a glance of a little dribble of milk falling from his lips and into his scruff. 

“You taste so good, angel,” he hums. “Please let me do the other breast. Please. Let me help you feel good, sweetheart.”

“You’re gonna get full, Matty,” you coo as you play with his hair and scratch his scalp, having him purr and nuzzle into your chest. “Gonna get milkdrunk.”

“Mm, but I’m helping you, sweetheart,” he moans as he kisses the fleshy underside of your breast.

“How Catholic of you, helping others, being such a good boy,” you moan as Matt holds onto your waist, trailing his kisses carefully over your tender stomach. “Such a good boy, Matty. Such a good role model for our little girl.”

“Can I angel?”

“Yeah, Matty.” The sentence isn’t even out of your mouth when Matt’s lips latch onto your other nipple, suckling and working the flesh as he just had with the other. While the motion is still gentle, there’s a bit more urgency with his actions, needing the milk out of your breast like life-sustaining nectar. His hand gently grazes up your side to cup your breast, gently squeezing as he sucks to get more milk out of you and into him.

“Good boy, Matty,” you whine. “So good for me, like that. I love feeling you like that, sucking on my tit, draining my milk for me to make me feel better. Good boy, so good.”

Matt releases your breast, gasping for air before he reattaches them to your mouth, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself in a new way on his lips. 

“So good, mommy,” he hums. The way the name rolls off his tongue sends a shiver all over my body. You started to get into the habit of calling one another “mommy” and “daddy” the closer we came to the due date, and have been since she was born, but hearing the timbre of the word in such a context drives you wild. “Mommy takes such good care of daddy, doesn’t she?” he drawls, his lips brushing up the column of your neck as he kisses the skin. “So good to daddy.”

You whimper into his lips, simultaneously needing him and hating how he started something you can’t finish—and he can’t finish either, judging by how hard he feels. “What can daddy do to make you feel better, mommy? Tell me, angel.”

“Let me make you feel good, Matty.”

“You just made me feel all kinds of good, sweetheart.”

“But I can make you feel better,” you breathe as you grab him though his pants. “Let me get you off, baby. Let me suck your cock, please.”

A smile pulls at the corner of his lips. “And that will make you feel better, angel?”

“Yeah,” you assure with a kiss. 

Moving off of the bed, he quickly rids his pants off his waist, kissing you tenderly before straddling your shoulders, positing himself in a way that won’t hurt or exert your recovering body.

“You need me to stop, you just tell me, promise?” Matt instructs, holding his hard cock by the base, just up and away from your face enough to be out of your reach.

“Promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

And with that praise, he lowers his cock into your mouth, a hiss escaping his lips as he slowly pushes deeper into you. Matt grips the headboard with one hand and brushes the top of your hair with the other, careful to set a gentle pace that will still let him get off and relieve his rock-hard cock. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, and your hand carefully snakes up to fondle his balls. The whimpers and moans that fall from his lips makes your face grow warm and goosebumps pop up on your skin. Drool gradually begins to dribble out of your mouth, your eyes watering as he gives you more and more of him. You hum as his length pumps in and out of you, letting you taste the intoxicating flavor of just him.

The sloppy sound of Matt in your mouth is nothing short of lewd and erotic. All you want is him, more and more. Matt is like a drug, and you’re hooked on him—just as much as he is you. He lets out a shaky breath, moving one hand from his grip on the headboard down to the top of your head, lovingly caressing your hair. You look up at him, feeling like you could come just from his blissed-out expression, his eyes closed and his plush lips parted. As his thrusts become more intense, he moves back to grip the headboard to try and control himself. Between the movement, hums, your tongue, you feel the little tell-tale signs that he’s close. With a few more of your joint movements, he grunts and stills, unloading in your mouth. You gasp as he pulls his cock out after he’s done, leaving you to swallow his cum and place a kiss on his upper thigh, feeling the smooth skin just before his leg hair become prominent. “I love you,” you breathe into his skin with another kiss. Adjusting himself, he slides next to you on the mattress, kissing the skin of your arm and shoulder, up to your throat, and then your cheek.

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah,” you swallow. “I’m good. I made my man feel good.” You peck a kiss to his nose, running your fingers through his hair as he holds his face above yours. 

“We really probably shouldn’t have done that,” he smirks. 

“But we did,” you smirk right back. “Besides, my husband started the whole thing trying to take care of me. How can I deny him that?”

His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as he places a gentle hand on your stomach. “And you’re sure that you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m sure, Matthew.”

“I thought it was daddy?”

You roll your eyes as you feel your face burn. “Ugh, did I unlock a kink or two?”

The biggest shit-eating smirk you have ever seen spreads across his face. “Maybe, but not just for me, angel. I heard how your heart rate increased when we called each other those names and when I was sucking on your boobs. It’s all very hot.”

“I’m glad my heart could turn you on.”

“It has from the moment I heard it.” Matt brings his lips to yours in a gentle, tender kiss filled with nothing but love.

“Sap,” you giggle against his lips, only prompting him to kiss you more. “I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Cuddling into one another, you slowly begin to drift off before you hear the whines and whimpers coming from your daughter’s crib.

“I’ve got her,” he whispers with a kiss to your forehead. “Rest, sweetheart. And keep your fingers crossed that she’s not hungry.”

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Dinner and Diatribes😈

Moonknight Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ SEXY TIMES TO FOLLOW THE CUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR ILL EAT YOUR SOUL. Sincerely though stay away. Inaccurate depiction of DID as made cannon by the show. Breeding kink, AFAB! Reader, fingering (f receiving), language, other fun things I’m forgetting, dirty talk(Jake got a big ass MOUTH!), public teasing, thigh riding, mentions of bodily fluids, oral fixation. If there’s something important I miss, message me pls and I’ll update.

Synopsis: You and Jake are called upon for a task from the gods, it’s also the first time you’ve had to dress nice and use a babysitter since the baby was born. Let’s just see how that goes huh…

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut. Be kind. Takes place in the Estrellita verse, so if you don’t understand the references to their kid, go read those. Special shout-out to @scytherella for her words of encouragement!

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Neither of you started out wanting to go to this dinner. There would be mobsters, swindlers, conmen, and you hoped you would be so lucky as to have a few other vigilantes there, but Matt Murdock was the only one likely to get an invite and if you had heard correctly, that fucker had broken ribs for the third time this month, and his new lady love had apparently tied him to the bed, and not in the sexy fun way. You were pissed first, you wouldn’t lie. Juno and Konshu needing you both to work this gala felt like over kill, but you’d both agreed as there were two separate deeds that needed to be done. Your parental leave was over.

Your sister readily agreed to take Aurora for the evening, and you couldn’t have been more grateful. It had been a hot minute since you and your boys had sincerely ventured anywhere alone together, let alone leaving for left for a mission, and you were beginning to be worried that it was a terrible idea.

“Aurora has got plenty of bottles in her bag, there’s two or three pouches for her to try, and her ‘mommy daddy blankie’ is in there as well.” You sighed, pushing your newly manicured fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“What’s her mommy daddy blanket?” Your sister snorted as she affectionately bounced your almost one year old baby on her hip. You laughed as you pulled one of Marc’s shirts with your lipstick stain on the collar that Aurora had staked her claim on out of the bag. “It’s one of Marc’s flannels. She saw it and said ‘dada’ and then grabbed the collar and said ‘mama’ and then she cried every time we tried to take it at nap time, so it’s hers now.” Your sister cooed at that and handed it to your baby, who now slightly fussed as she saw the shirt out in the open.

“That’s so goddamn adorable it’s sickening.” She muttered, squeezing your baby closer as Rory rubbed her face on the sleeve of the shirt.

“All those stuffed animals we buy, and she gets attached to Marc’s shirt. At least it’s not that Furby Cassie was obsessed with.” You laughed and your sister groaned.

“Oh god I know, that this was horrific.” She laughed, strapping your now dozing baby into the car seat you provided to her. “Well, Andreas is gonna pick up Cassie from Dance and we’re gonna go watch the Brazil vs. Argentina match with Ammi and Dad.” She sighed hefting the baby bag and the car seat to the door. “Don’t get into trouble, and make me another niece or nephew ok?” You snorted and flipped her off as she closed the door.

You basked in the silence for just ten minutes, then you put on Beyoncé and got to work. It had been a long time since you had to look this good, and you seriously needed some help. You primped, and showered, and shaved, and curled, and an hour later you were ready to begin your makeup. You’re glad you started the Beyoncé, you needed the confidence.

When Jake came in the house, Partition was blasting at full volume from the bedroom, and he knew that you meant business. He snuck to the door to watch you as you carefully carved out the line of your jaw, the shape of your nose. Fascinated himself by watching you dab at your eyelids, and curl your eyelashes with a blunted torture device he had no name for, then came his favorite part. The part that always made him want to worship at your alter. Your lips. Tonight’s color? Cherry. Red. He saw you pull out the tube, and just like every other time you’ve put on that lipstick, the way the vibrant red spread over your mouth, that pillowy soft oasis he revered. The sight shot straight to his cock. You were glorious, you sat at your vanity, resplendent in a black lacy thing, some kind of robe he supposed. He noticed that your nails matched the shade of your pretty mouth, and he pictured just what those hands, that mouth could be doing and he was again violently reminded why he put a baby in you in the first place.

You hadn’t had sex in a while. Heated makeouts more often ending in sleep than in anything interesting, you were both exhausted. Not only that but for the first month or so, sec was a no go anyway, prohibited to you by way of vaginal birth. That, and honestly Aurora had been putting you through the ringer, she still wasn’t sleeping through the night, and you both were taking turns doing missions here and there, the boys more than you. It wasn’t as if your hunger for each other had dimmed, you’d almost done the deed a couple times now, but it’s like your daughter had a sixth sense. She has somehow managed to thwart every attempt that has nearly gone somewhere. He couldn’t be mad though, she was too cute. They were getting pretty heated though, their desire boiling under their skin. So when he saw you, sitting so pretty, wearing his favorite shade of lipstick, he almost lost his mind.

“Querida,” he crossed the floor of your bedroom in seconds flat, pulling your arm to him and kissing your hand, your bicep, your shoulder, your neck. “Vas a tener que dejar de ser tan guapa, no tenemos tiempo.” You giggled out a moan and the beautiful sound had him closing his eyes in bliss, he kissed every available patch of skin, pulling the shoulder of your robe down a little as he went.

“Baby, we don’t have time!” You smirked hand reaching behind you to run through his curls, the feeling of your nails scraping at his scalp had him pressing his aching member into your back with a growl. You placed a kiss to his jaw and Jake had half a mind to throw you over his shoulder like a barbarian. “Go shower, and I promise that when we get home tonight, I’m all yours. Aurora is at my sisters until tomorrow. We have the time, after we take care of business.” Jake growled, but let go of you.

“Responsible and sexy? Lo vas a conseguir más tarde, princesa, solo espera.” He growled and grabbed your chin pressing a heated kiss to your cheek. He reveled in the way your eyes and nose scrunched with affection.

“I love you, shower, we gotta go in 45.” You blow him a kiss and he again struggles to remember just what the hell was so goddamn important that he couldn’t absolutely ravage you this very minute. You cross to the closet and it’s like a devastating sunset.

“Shhhhhit.” He groans, pulling his cap from his head and tossing it to the bed, then his leather jacket, then his keys. He could hear you mumbling the lyrics to whatever Beyoncé song started playing next.

‘I love your face

You love the taste

That sugar, babe

It melts away.’

It took every single ounce of discipline in his body to stop him from railing you in front of the full length mirror you were currently using to put your earrings in. He could see his alters in its reflection ogling you just as he was, his reflection behind you unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes traveling hungrily as he exposed more and more of his tanned flesh to your hungry eyes.

“Can you believe we put a baby in that?” Marc groaned, running his hands through his hair with a heady, lust filled gaze.

“She’s a goddess.” Steven murmured rubbing his jaw and staring in wonder at her perfect tits, that we’re almost spilling out of her robe.

“Trust me, I know.” Jake mumbles turning towards the shower. He switched it all the way to cold and sighed and he scrubbed himself clean while thinking about little old ladies and Konshu’s mission. Anything to clear the intoxicating haze of you from his brain. Which didn’t really work, especially with his head mates chattering non stop about how they couldn’t wait to rail you later. “Listen Hermanos, shut the fuck up. We gotta focus, or we won’t be getting any piece of our cielito this evening.”

“Ok, you’re right. But you’re gonna have to-“ Marc started, as his hand slipped lower and lower until he finally felt relief and pleasure tingle up his spine.

“Don’t worry cabrón, I’m already on it.”

He stepped from the shower and went about putting on the suit you laid out for him, it was a black pinstriped number with a vest, white shirt, black tie. It felt a little Gomez Addams to him but eh, he was also a crazy man who loved a dangerous woman so what did he care. He noticed you also laid out the silver pocket watch you got him with the moon and sun engraved on it, it also had yours and your daughter’s initials on the inside. You had gotten him it for Christmas just two months after your daughter was born. He attached it to the watch chain and slipped it in his vest with a smile. He also laced up the fancy black and grey boots with steel toes you got for his birthday, and pulled on the black driving gloves with brass knuckles and little moon emblems that you gave him for Valentines. He loved all your little gifts, tokens of your life together that marked him as yours. It was cute, but he liked his way better. The bruises he’s leave on your neck, or thighs, or bre- he was getting carried away again.

He slicked his hair back and pulled on a black flat cap, also snagging his black wool overcoat and red scarf. He looked sharp. He spritzed a bit of the cologne you couldn’t resist on all of his pulse points and smiled devilishly in the mirror while combing out his beard with the beard oil you liked. The beard was a new addition to his appearance you couldn’t seem to resist. He loved it best when you sat on it and let him-

“Oi, think puppies and kittens mate, none of that.” Steven grumbled and he chuckled. He held his hands up in a gesture that said ‘you caught me, I’ll behave.’

“Go see if she’s ready man, you gotta go.” Marc grumbled and Jake turned up the collar on his coat. He strolled into the living room and grabbed the keys of your black SUV. You refused to get a ‘mom car’ as you put it, so the sleek, blacked out, SUV would have to do. It still held all you needed it to, it was very safe, and it was a lot easier for Jake to bullet proof than a minivan.

“¡Mi Vida! ¡Vamos! ¡Rápido!” He called clapping his hands once.

“Cállate, I’m coming.” He heard you say as you stepped out of the hall fastening the final piece of jewelry into place, a beautiful necklace with three phases of the moon representing each of your husbands. It rested deliciously between your breasts and Jake wanted to hold the chain between his teeth as he- “Earth to Jake?”

“Lo siento Querida, you just- wow.” He growled and took in her appearance with a wicked grin. You wore a slinky black number that really highlighted your postpartum curves, and breastfeeding boobs that he wished he could smother himself with. He wanted to run his tongue along every curve and dip in your flesh. He licked his lips slowly as you rolled your eyes and picked up your heels, walking to him and handing them over.

“Help me with the straps Mr. Lockley.” You sighed. He readily dropped to one knee and you slid into the first heel while your foot rested on his raised thigh, he fastened the strap and caressed your calf, giving it a little pat to signify he was finished. Then you slid into the other and he once again fastens the strap, this time letting his hand wander up the slit in your dress up the inside of your thigh. Until one of your slim, dainty, hands wrapped itself around his throat. He groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head and his fellow head mates made their arousal known, he’s pretty sure Steven passed out. “Tsk, tsk. Behave Señor. Be a god little pet, and I might give you a treat.” He nodded at your sultry little tease and leaned forward to kiss the exposed flesh of your thigh. You sighed through your nose and put your leg down. “Gracias Amor.” You smiled and grabbed him by the chin, smashing your mouth to his in a heady tangle of tongue and teeth before pulling away and fixing your makeup in the mirror by the front door.

“Gods,” Marc practically growled at you through the reflection in the mirror. “I just wanna pin her down and fuck that little attitude right out of her he-“

“Marc, don’t rile him up.” You said, looking pointedly into the reflection almost as if you could hear him there. Jake cackled and Steven grinned smacking Marc over the head in the already crowded mirror.

“Yeah yah git, they have to go.” Steven grinned.

“Don’t you dare, you just wanna stay in her good graces so she’ll suck our co-“ he was cut off by Jake hastily turning over the mirror and unlocking the door. He pressed himself into your back and rested one hand over your throat and the other spread just below your breasts. You moaned a bit as you felt him grind into you.

“Enough of that, if we don’t leave now, I’m going to fuck you against this door, mission be damned.” He growled. The wind picked up in the apartment ruffling your hair a bit and you growled.

“Stop that you big stupid bird, we’re just flirting, and if you fuck up my hair I’ll find a way to crush your skull.” She grumbled, stepping into the jacket that Jake now held open for her. It was stark white with red lapels and it matched your lipstick perfectly.

“Por los dioses, te quiero, mujer” he chuckled smacking your ass as you walked out the door. It was gonna be a long night.

The car ride over passed pretty innocuously, with you chatting about the mission and your daughter, while checking the Argentina and Brazil score. The only spot of trouble came when you fastened your gun to the holster on your thigh. Jake managed to not pull over and fuck you in the back seat though so you’d call it a win.

“Ok baby, so the plan is to dance and drink and party until a window opens up that we can steal those scrolls, when we’re mingling, I need to find MY mission, and drug up Misty Bradshaw’s baby daddy.” You said, tucking a red carnations into his lapel and tying your outfits together before you left the car.

“Who is Misty again Mi Vida?” He gently sweeps some of your curls out of your face and kisses your knuckles.

“She’s the daughter of that asshole mafioso, he married her off to her husband for territory remember? That’s why I gotta drug him, so we can give her a chance to get outta there without her father or baby daddy causing any trouble. She knows I’m coming to help. Frank Castle’s FBI buddy is coming to get her from her apartment, then she will testify, and get another hard hitter out of New York. That’s why Matt was supposed to come tonight too, he’s her lawyer.” You huffed in exasperation. “Foggy is gonna handle the case now instead, but I was hoping we would have DareDevil with her so she could have a little extra protection, but Frank offered to post up on a roof and listen in.”

“Ah, Claro que si.” He nodded, “and its just a happy accident that the little secret auction is happening tonight too? Very useful.”

“Two bird-“ you started, till the wind picked up again, and you changed your choice of idiom. “Jesus Konshu cool it- two for the price of one!”

Jake pulled into Valet parking and jogged to your side of the car. He opened your door and helped you out, flawlessly tossing the keys to a valet and palming your lower back, escorting you into the building. Instantly, he could feel eyes all over you. You were brilliant, and as he helped you from your coat, he didn’t need Daredevil’s freaky ears to know you made hearts skip a beat. He then tossed your coats to an attendant, and pulled his flat cap from his head, smoothing back his hair, glaring around the room to stop people from ogling you. You beautifully played the part of his doting wife as he slid his hand over your ass and gave a squeeze and a wink to all who were looking, signaling his claim over you. A band played lively old school Spanish big band music and he gently moved you both towards the bar. You stopped along the way so Jake could pretend to schmooze, his fake name was supposedly a big time Mexican coke dealer, with plenty of cash to blow, and he wanted to make sure that the word would make him more of an interest to your target. All while his hand continued to move lower on your ass.

“Watch that hand there slick, getting a little too rowdy.” You winked with a giggle, attempting to make yourself seem more like ditsy arm candy, but he could see the sharpness in your gaze. You cut your eyes at the bar where misty stood dutifully next to her forced husband, and you noticed instantly that her eye was blackened, and being covered up by purple eyeshadow and concealer. “Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll go overs there and drug Misty’s baby daddy,

And use his passing out as a distraction to get us to the hall with all the artifacts, sound good?” Jake nodded subtly and moved you next to them at the bar to order a drink. He sat, and pulled you onto his lap. He ordered for you and kissed your jaw, smiling at you deviously. He then picked the cigar out of his jacket pocket and lit it.

“You want a puff?” He asked, griping the cigar between his pointer middle finger. You liked a cigar every once in a while, so you nodded with a shrug. You figured he was just being flamboyant and extravagant to faint the attention of your mark. Until he grinned at you mischievously, then he took a pull and passed the smoke into your mouth with a kiss. You were shocked, but responded accordingly. You had to admit, that the taste of him and the smoke on your tongue was extremely erotic, and you squirmed a bit in his lap. He chuckled at your arousal and grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed, you were thuroughly enjoying your kiss, and when he pulled back it took you a second to regain your composure. If this game of cat and mouse went on any longer, you were gonna fuck him on this bar, mission and jail time be damned. When you regained your senses, you focused on finishing your mission. You looked around idly as Jake spoke with the bartender, rubbing sensuous circles on your thigh. Then, you rested your head on your hand on the bar, and pretended to notice and just love Misty’s dress.

“Oh my!” You gasped, turning to the couple next to you. “Your dress is lovely!” You giggled pleasantly, Misty smiled and thanked you, and Jake pretended to notice and ‘attempt to real you in.’

“Leave them hermosa, they’re on a date. Surely this fine young couple doesn’t want to be bothered on a fine night like this.” He flicked his hand in the direction of the dance floor, “besides, I will have to leave you soon, and I’m sure, Un joven de aspecto serio como este, is bound to be joining me, let him enjoy the fine company of his woman, while I enjoy mine.” He but your ear and you pouted, he kissed your bottom lip and you started to stand and walk away, realizing who you were though, and wanting to make a prosperous connection, the man in question hastened to please you both fairly quickly.

“No! It’s fine!” He chuckled amiably, “let them have their fun, this way the ladies have a friend while we attend to business so they don’t get into trouble.” He chuckled. You pretended to clap in joy and leaned across his drink to get closer to Misty with a wink. When you leaned, you subtly dropped a pill into the amber liquid, and pretended to make polite conversation with her about the baby. While Jake distracted her husband with the possibility of ‘buissness’ to give enough time to let the pill dissolve. You both carried on your conversations, and when it had been long enough, Jake proposed a toast to put the next part of your plan into motion.

“To beautiful women, and good business.”

He winked chauvinistically, and you watched with satisfaction as the asshole downed his drink and its special little surprise. “Well, I shall see you in una hora, but for now, I want to dance.” He winked and you rubbed your noses together. He then spun you onto the dance floor, and you started to dance your way towards your second location.

“He drank it all Preciosa,” he muttered into your neck as you mamboed across the room to ‘Shingaling’ by Kako y Su Orquesta. You looked the perfect picture of a couple in love. “Now to get to that door.” He spun you and you rolled your hips and took note of the destination.

“No problem, now to convince people we’re just a sexed up couple looking to sneak off, so when our distraction starts we can disappear without anyone being the wiser. Think you can manage Papí?” You grinned looking every bit the cat who caught the canary, and Jake growled, rolling your hips into his rhythmically. You gasped at the already very prominent bulge in his pants. He spun you twice and then worked his way lower, you continued to smile and dance in time, but you gasped in shock and pleasure suddenly when you realized he- “Did you just bite my ass?” You laughed continuing to dance with him, slowly getting more and more worked up.

“Sí, like in that movie you like so much.” He grinned and you threw your head back in a laugh, and it took everything in him not to also bite the smooth column of your throat.

“Devils Advocate!?” you giggled, “well, you’re certainly taking our role to heart.

“No! I’m always this crazy for your mi corazón. Haven’t you noticed.” He smiled as you laughed again, that beautiful sound like sweet music to his ears.

“Of course I know that babe, now let’s do our jobs and not cause too much trouble.” You giggled as you saw other women around the room glaring at you in jealousy, seeing you living the dream with your beautiful man.

“No hay problema, mi tentadora, tu deseo es mi orden.” He spun you across the room and watched the door, while you watched for your distraction. He downed two more drinks as you got closer, good, it would sell your distraction even better. You watched Agent Madani approach and position herself next to Misty and as you reached the door, the man shot back another Whiskey and fell into his wife. Madani caught Misty with ease, and pretended to escort her to the bathroom to clean up, as her Father’s men escorted her now totally inebriated husband to their car. Madani would help her into a waiting FBI vehicle that would lead her to safety. Using the chaos, you and Jake slipped into the hall where all of the artifacts were being kept. He lead you directly to the room with the scrolls.

“Konshu says it’s here, we will grab them, replace them with the fakes, and leave.” You nodded and stood at the door to cover him and play lookout.

“No cameras?” You questioned warily.

“No, too many known criminals in the building to risk video evidence.” He said, searching methodically for his prize. He finally found them when you heard the footsteps approaching.

“Jake, we got company.” You muttered as he slid the scrolls into his coat and hurried to shut the door.

“Shit.” He muttered and cornered you into the wall with one of his legs between your thighs and your wrists caged over your head in one of his hands. He rolled your heat into his thigh with his free hand and you moaned as the pleasure struck your core. He had been working you up all night, and the sudden pleasure almost made you delirious with want. He kept doing it as the footsteps got closer. “Here baby, fuck yourself on my thigh,” he grunted and stared at you with hunger.

“Gotta give ‘em a good show so they won’t know how naughty we’ve really been.” You moaned again as the slick gathered and surely made a place on his beautiful suit. He kissed and sucked at your neck, and you really began to worry that he forgot where you were and was gonna make you cum on his thigh while you harbored stolen Egyptian artifacts.

“Hey! You there! You can’t be in this hallway!” Jake growled into your neck and it shot straight to your core. Then as if flipping a switch, he smiled amicably at the armed guards and raised his hands bouncing the thigh you pressed into lightly, it was sweet torture.

“Lo siento, amigo. We got a little… carried away.” He winked and you dug your head in his neck with a giggle, playing the part of a love drunk bimbo to a tee, he rolled your hips once more and you giggled out on a moan. Then you felt him grip your ass and lower you from his thigh. You weren’t expecting to be so unsteady on your feet, but in all fairness you hadn’t really had sex with your husband in a minute. Jake caught you as you stumbled a bit and chuckled at the guards.

“She gets a little frisky when she’s got a little wine in her, can’t blame me can yah?” He gestured vaguely at your body and you leaned forward a bit, showing off your tits just a bit to distract them. It worked, but you could feel Jake tensing in displeasure. Body already rigid and dangerous, you could see that smile that graced his face, the look of someone unhinged lingering behind his sharp toothed smile, it aroused you even more.

“Uh no-“ The security guard gulped and stuttered in wonder, pushing his partner back a bit. “No worries, just uh- go back to the party.” You smiled gratefully and patted him on the cheek, dragging Jake back into the party as you made your way to the door. You giggled and swooned and Jake plays his part beautifully. Smacking your ass and grinding himself into your rear in front of all the right eyes so nobody would suspect anything suspicious from the early departure, you honestly think he was doing it more for himself than your act, but you weren’t complaining. You collected your coats and stood kissing until The valet brought around your car. Jake tipped him generously and helped you into your seat, and you couldn’t help but blush at the way he caressed your ass as you crawled in.

“Jesus Jake, you couldn’t think of a more conspicuous distraction?” You groaned, rubbing your soaked thighs together and turning up your air vent as he got in the car.

“No, I wanted you, it was just a happy coincidence that your needy cunt was an ample distraction for those guards.” He chuckled evilly and ran the hand he wasn’t using to drive up the inside of your thighs. You sighed and opened your legs for him a little more. “And now, you’re gonna be all warmed up by the time we get home, so all I gotta do is bury myself in my pussy and have my way with you.” He started slow, sliding his fingers through your already soaked folds with a grin. “Ooooh, I should have known you’d already be ready for me.” You whimpered and squirmed, trying to gain more friction where you needed it most. He pulled his hand away and smacked your thigh, you yelled out in shock. The little jolt of pain giving way to more pleasure, just making him want you more. “No, don’t be greedy cielito, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He started to slowly thrust in and out with one finger, and you whimpered, needing more. Jake was always like this, playing with you slowly, and then pouncing when you least expect it, it was infuriating, you pressed your legs together around his hand and whined with frustration.

“Go on then, make her beg for it.” Steven could be seen biting his lip in the rear view mirror and Jake grinned at his suggestion. He was amused by his soft spoken head mate’s desire to see you squirm. It’s always the quiet ones.

“Nah Steven, she’s been such a good girl, taking care of our baby, taking care of us, shouldn’t we give her a reward?” Marc grinned at Jake, and he nodded slightly. Marc loved to torture you, but not like he and Steven. Marc wanted to see those pretty eyes of yours fill with tears as he drove you to ecstasy over and over, till you were nothing but a bawling mess of heat and pleasure. He decided to give the best of both worlds.

“Awe, is my girl getting frustrated? How do you think I feel? You’ve been keeping me from my pussy for so long. No, but that’s not true is it?” He tutted, and slowed his finger crooking it inside you to hit that place within you that made you see stars, he was going so slow you could swear you could make out every bump and ridge of his tortuous finger. It wasn’t enough and he knew it, you were practically sobbing with frustration. “No, you’ve been a good girl huh? Taking such good care of our baby? You’re such a good mami, taking care of our baby and never once complaining? Yeah, that’s right.” He felt your walls start to clench around his finger as he praised you and he grinned, he loved how much you desired his praise. “Yes you have, and you know what? Las buenas chicas merecen una recompensa.” Then he unceremoniously thrust two of his long thick digits into you two knuckles deep. The mix of the rough pads of his fingers running across the spongey patch of your inner walls that he found so easily, and his filthy words almost took you out. It was a miracle you didn’t cum instantly. You whimpered and thrust yourself onto his hand, working yourself towards your end. It was the most pleasure you’d felt in months, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. “That’s it baby, get my pussy ready for me, use my hand. Quiero que esté lista antes de que nos detengamos en nuestra calle.”

You moaned and let Jake work you towards your end, the coil in your belly winding tighter with each thrust of his fingers. His eyes flicked over to your writing body every once in a while as he drove, driving you insane with need for his full attention on wanton your flesh. “Papi, Te quiero, te necesito. Please!” He groaned at your begging and brought his thumb to move tight little circles over your aching bud. With the added pleasure you saw stars. Was it always this good? Or were you just starved for his hands on your flesh. You didn’t know and honestly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. You were seeing white, and you felt like you were on fire. “That’s it baby, let me hear you. Cum on my fingers. Cum for me.”

He said those words and something in you snapped, and you flooded his palm with your release. Jake almost ran you off the road.

“Holy shit, babe.” Jake groaned and pulled his now soaked fingers from your spasming hole, putting them directly in his mouth with a pornographic moan that almost had you coming again. “You gripped my fingers so tight, Estoy deseando estar dentro de ti. You always taste so good, always so warm and wet and ready for me.” You we’re trying to catch your breath and it was damn near impossible. “Now, let’s get en la casa, and see if we can’t give Aurora a sibling, sí?” You hadn’t even realized you made it home.

Needless to say, your night was a busy one, filled with laughter and pleasure, it was the most relaxed you’d been in weeks, and you had just robbed and taken down a criminal organization. After cleaning up and laying back down, you both started to realize you really miss your baby.

“Querida…” Jake sighed, nuzzling into your neck as you dozed a bit. You couldn’t help it, your body was tired, that was probably the most exercise you’d done in weeks.

“Yes amor?” You mumbled sleepily.

“Do you think Aurora is sleeping?” He asked tentatively. You resisted the urge to laugh, it was funny to think that just seconds ago, this man was fucking you absolutely senseless, and now he was shyly asking you if you thought your infant was awake at 11:30 because he missed her.

“I don’t know, do you want me to text my sis-“ you started and he cut you off by excitedly handing you your phone. “Ok, got it.” You really did laugh then, his daughter is his number one weakness, and you loved that about him. You shot off a text to your sister, and as it turns out, she was just now leaving your mothers with the kids and a very drunk husband in toe, she face times you with a grin.

“Andreas and Daddy got a liiiittle too excited.” She laughed, buckling a very sleepy Cassie into her seat. You laughed as she pointed the camera at her husband, who was plastered and could be seen struggling to fasten his seatbelt in the passengers side of her van. She flipped the camera back around and chuckled while closing the door. “Oh good! Here.” She then walked up to your Ammi with a grin, and there was your baby, chewing on the sleeve of Marc’s shirt and babbling in content. “She’s a little keyed up, she napped until about 8ish, but she’s gonna crash once she gets in the car I’m sure.”

“Mumumumah!” Your little girl mumbles around the fabric in her mouth and you smiled, blowing her kisses.

“Hi baby girl! I love you” You smiled as Jake tugged on your sleeve so you’d hand over the phone, “look!” Then you handed the phone to Jake and she practically screamed with excitement.

“DADADADADADA!” She yelled, flapping her arms and leaning to kiss the phone screen. One of those big, slobbery, open mouth, baby kisses that he was so fond of. She was a total daddy’s girl.

“Oh! Mi Vida! Oh my baby!” He fake cried and your daughter, mother, and sister laughed at his extravagance and dramatic sense of humor, that he only truly showed for his family. “I miss you! Sleep good for tu tía Allison para mí, por favor!” He smiled at her with all the love he could hold, and you fell for him all over again.

“Dadada.” Aurora smiled enthusiastically, and kissed the phone again. Jake thanked her, and said his good nights, and your mom handed Allison’s phone back with promises to see you both tomorrow for brunch.

“Alright, I’m gonna take my little army home, and we will see you in the morning. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She said with a smile and hung up the phone. You both sighed in content, the ache of missing your baby girl subsiding, the exhaustion of the day settling in. You still had one more go in you though.

“Jake?” You sighed curling up on his chest and drawing patterns with your hand.

“¿Sí, alma mía?” He sighed, burying his nose in your tousled hair.

“Let’s have another baby.” You grinned and felt him tense with the sudden want you just hit him with. Like a cold bucket of water being dumped over someone’s head, he was awake now.

“A la luz de mi vida, pensé que nunca lo preguntarías.”

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley moon knight #marc spector moon knight #steven grant moon knight #moon knight story #moonknight fanfiction #jake lockley smut #jake lockley fluff #dad! Jake Lockley #Spotify

[ulltraviolences]

REQUEST GUIDELINES!

pretty pls do not send me a request that has already been sent to another writer!

do’s :)

sub/dom dynamics, cnc, stepcest, knifeplay, gunplay, mommy kink, daddy kink, threesomes, non con/dub con, poly relationships, yandere/dark characters, dumbification (if you have any other questions ask in my inbox!)

do not :(

ageplay, ddlg, real people, incest, domestic violence, anal play of any kind, pegging, extreme bdsm, scat, pedophilia, homophobia, substance abuse

characters I am currently writing for: coriolanus snow, tigris snow, lucy gray baird, & sejanus plinth

Other Series:

stranger things: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, & nancy wheeler

the hunger games: coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason, & effie trinket

mcu: steven grant/moonknight trio, layla el-faouly, peter parker (tom holland), peter parker (andrew garfield), michelle jones, spiderverse!gwen stacy, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, carol danvers, yelena belova, matt murdock, valkyrie, loki laufeyson, sylvie laufeydottir, druig, makkari, eros/starfox

star wars: kylo ren + ben solo, anakin skywalker + darth vader, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, din djarin, cassian andor, ahsoka tano, sabine wren, ezra bridger, shin hati

the last of us (tv + game version): ellie williams, abby anderson, joel miller

bottoms: hazel callahan, josie marks, pj waters

criminal minds: spencer reid, elle greenaway, emily prentiss

dc: mera, harley quinn, adrian chase, joker (heath ledger), joker (joaquin phoenix), batman (robert pattinson), selina kyle (zoe kravitz), jonathan crane

misc. characters: beth harmon, ethan landry, jules vaughn, narcos!javier peña, charlie barber, flip zimmerman, adam sackler, graham eaton, eleanor levetan

[readerthatreadsss]

Hey!

Last updated 07/30/23.

So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.

I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.

Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.

(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)

Marvel men

-Miguel O’Hara

-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system

-Matt Murdock

-Frank Castle

-Peter Parker (all three)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

Marvel women

-Valkyrie

-Natasha Romanoff

-Wanda Maximoff

-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)

-Carol Danvers

-Darcy Lewis

Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)

-Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds

-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)

-Spencer Reid

-Emily Prentiss

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jennifer Jareau

-Derek Morgan

-Luke Alvarez

Triple Frontier

-Every character except Ben Affleck's.

TVD (The Vampire Diaries)

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Rebekah Mikaelson

-Klaus Mikaelson

Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)

-Joel Miller (TLOU)

-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Castiel (Supernatural)

-Soldier Boy (The Boys)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

-Siobhan Roy (Succession)

-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)

More to be added...

(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)

In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.

Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-r*pe

-Lactation kink

-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)

-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)

-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)

-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-sexual activities with m1n0rs

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play

-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)

-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me! 

#smut #angst #fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #marvel #stranger things #criminal minds #top gun maverick #hangman smut #matt murdock #tvd #triple frontier #masterlist #marc spector #criminal minds smut #tvd smut #supernatural #dean winchester #spn smut #dean winchester smut #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne #request #javier peña smut #joel miller smut #hunger games #headcanon #outer banks

[ao3feed-the100]

Love has no place in this

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/clat3jP

by valpolyto

Clarke Griffin is wracking in new clients all the time, enjoying every moment of it. Then a complication arrives, during one night she spends with her clients, the Defenders and she learns some unpleasant news.

Words: 7271, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of For the right price

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Daredevil (TV), Jessica Jones (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Anya (The 100), Jessica Jones, Danny Rand, Matt Murdock, Luke Cage, Elektra Natchios, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Natasha Romanov, Finn Collins, Sterling (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Jessica Jones (Marvel), Clarke Griffin/Danny Rand, Clarke Griffin/Elektra Natchios, Luke Cage/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Matt Murdock, Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts, Clint Barton/Clarke Griffin, Laura Barton/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Hela (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Sex Worker Clarke Griffin, Child Abandonment, Child Neglect, Bad Parent Abby Griffin, Doggy Style, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, Mommy Issues, Strap-Ons, Vaginal Fisting, Condoms

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/clat3jP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

[urmommies--girl]

All of all the male characters you write for, who do you think prefers to be called daddy/sir/master? Or any female ones that like to be called those too bc female daddies are lowkey sooo hot

For my female daddies? Natasha Romanoff 100% she loves being called daddy because like the feminist she is, Natasha thinks that it’s sexist only guys get called ‘daddy’ so she’s like fuck it call me daddy

Carol likes it because it’s humiliating. She likes seeing you get all embarrassed and subby when you call her ‘daddy’ but honestly you’d have to petition for the whole ddlg thing if you wanted it because Carol wants to be called Captain. She’s got some control issues and I feel like when you use her title in a sexual way it drives her mental.

Valkyrie. Nothing really to say here.

I’M SORRY CAN I JUST SAY THAT ELEKTRA WANTS TO BE CALLED MA’AM. she is so degrading about it like it’s fucking toxic as hell but who cares? Toxic Women <3 like this thought just came to me but Elektra digging her very expensive Louboutin heels into your back while you cry from the pain- I- true love <3

Idk but I’ve seen a lot of fics about the marauders and daddy kinks but honestly I don’t see it. Like Remus likes ‘sir’ or ‘professor’ because it gives him a sense of authority whilst I feel like Sirius is more a ‘Master and maid’ kinda guy, like he just enjoys the submission and humiliation it brings out in you and we all know Sirius is a sadistic fuck. Now for James? I’m sorry tumblr has ruined me. James is a sub and wants to call you ‘mommy’ regardless of gender you are James’s mommy. You make him feel comfortable and safe.

Now, I love me a good Ben Barnes character, so here we are.

Logan Delos has a sir kink. I do not wish to elaborate other then he likes the respect.

BILLY MOTHERFUCKING RUSSO. I WAS FUCKING HYPED FOR THIS ONE MAN. Lieutenant, Sir, Master, Daddy. Those names are all on the table however if Billy had to order them from favourite to least favourite, it would probably go: 1. Lieutenant for sure 2. Sir because Billy likes the boss x secretary trope wayyy to much 3. Master, like Sirius he just finds it cute and embarrassing and will probably get you a collar <3 4. Daddy, idk he doesn’t hate it but my man’s an orphan so it’s pretty self explanatory.

Aleksander Morozova? Ok I wasn’t actually sure about this one. I’d say maybe like ‘your highness’ or ‘my king’, ‘general’, just anything that makes him feel like he has power over you (which he does because this man can spill soup on my wedding dress and I’d thank him)

Enough of Ben Barnes because I’m gonna die otherwise.

GERALT. OK OK OK DEEP BREATHS VERA DEEP BREATHS. Daddy. Instantly Daddy. I mean personally I’d like to call him BDD (Big Dick Daddy) but oh well. Geralt likes to make you feel safe and loved so if that means taking up the sort of ‘parental’ roll in your relationship he’ll do it. Not that Geralt doesn’t enjoy the nickname too but you’d probably have to just explain that you’re ok with it because he’s definitely here for it. Also ^ Is there like a Princess x Knight kink? Because Geralt has that.

Frank Castle, I’m getting so carried away with these. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t enjoy having his title used in bed. Whilst Frank is proud of his service he has sex to escape that world for a bit. I guess I can kinda see Frank with a daddy kink but it really depends. Ok yeah, I can see it. Frankie definitely has a daddy kink but only if you’re like his little ‘doll’ or ‘angel’, when taking on that roll, Frank has to have you completely at his mercy, he enjoys you wearing cute, frilly outfits around the house just to advertise your innocence :)

Matt Murdock, ok so I haven’t watched that much of Daredevil, I know I know don’t hit me. However, Elektras hot. I just thought I’d say that. ANYWAYYYYY, can Matt have an Avocado kink? Ok, ok I’ll take it seriously…..a lawyer kink. Your honour- NO WAIT CUZ THATS ACTUALLY HOT AS FUCK- DEEP FUCKING BREATHS! OH MY GOD! Ummm maybe Sir but like in a really innocent way? Like you work at a bakery and just the way you say ‘sir’ in such an innocent way immediately gives him a hard-on, “what can I get you today, Sir?” Your light airy words run straight to his cock, he clears his throat, something about you was different, “what do you recommend?”

Ok I’m sorry I’ll stop ❤️

#sirius black smut #remus lupin smut #remus x reader #sirius black fluff #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius x you #sirius black #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter smut #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x frank castle #billy russo x female reader #billy russo smut #billy russo fluff #billy russo angst #dark billy russo #frank castle angst #frank castle smut #frank castle x matt murdock x reader #frank castle fluff #matt murdock #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #elektra x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

[frankcastlescumslut]

writing a little teeny tiny something for Matt and I just know he would call you mommy…. but I don’t know if I am allowed to take it there…..

#matt murdock #matt murdock blurb #matt murdock smut #matt murdock has a mommy kink #you can’t convince me otherwise

[bunnywritesmarvel]

Hello! I know it is not thirst night but I had a THOT and it's giving me brain rot and so I need to share it with someone and if its not your vibe you can delete this ask and ignore me, thats COMPLETELY fine. But I cannot stop thinking about Matt Murdock and a lactation kink, like he has mommy issues right and I just CANT STOP

i see you, and i raise you; matt with a lactation kink, mommy kink, AND oral fixation 😮‍💨

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock thirst #matt murdock smut

[chvoswxtch]

hi court, hi!! 👋

i need to ask, what are your thoughts about lactation kink with matt murdock? he’s catholic, of course he has breeding kink. but maybe during sexy times with pregnant reader, she suddenly leaks milk and with how matt has sensitive taste and smell senses, i wonder how he’ll receive this new “experience”.

also, i need to praise your siren fic…ohmayghaaadddd!! i just screamed without the s. i cant deal with it. i love your brain. marry me??? 💍

 👀 

nonnie step into my office, let's discuss below the cut

i'm just gonna say it, matthew murdock has mommy issues. you can't convince me otherwise. so a part of me feels like matty boy may have a mommy kink.

I definitely don't think he would be turned off by his pregnant partner lactating. I don't think it would stop him from still wanting to have their tits in his mouth either. as to whether that would be an erotic experience for him, i'm honestly not sure. i do think he would be curious about the taste (it's going in his kid's mouth afterall) and maybe it makes him feel closer to them in a way?? he's a kink son of a bitch, so it could really go either way

but I know for a fact he wouldn't be grossed out bc he's a grown man and knows that bodies do body things

thank you very much my darling!!! if we can have a halloween wedding, i'm down. i'll make a great trophy husband ;)

#court answers #court rambles #matt murdock #matt murdock thots #daredevil #daredevil thots

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Affectionary, feyrelay

Petra Parker has a perfectly good reason to be in La Revanche for a drink, this evening. She has several, in fact. Work, friends, a vendetta, you know... normal stuff.

Curiously, despite her lifelong fancrush, Tonia Stark wasn't one of them. Or, she hadn't been, at least.

Words: 3139, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Quentin Beck, Matt Murdock, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Tony Stark, Female Peter Parker, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Women In Power, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Psychotropic Drugs, Canada, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Action/Adventure, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Armor Kink, Praise Kink, Mommy Kink, Queer Themes, Age Difference, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Alcohol, Strap-Ons, Technological Kink, Unreliable Narrator, Revenge, Revenge Sex, POV Alternating

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers' #ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

[ao3feedstuckony]

Portrait of a lady (poster of a girl)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifh4zg

by Affectionary, feyrelay

Petra Parker has a perfectly good reason to be in La Revanche for a drink, this evening. She has several, in fact. Work, friends, a vendetta, you know... normal stuff.

Curiously, despite her lifelong fancrush, Tonia Stark wasn't one of them. Or, she hadn't been, at least.

Words: 3139, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Quentin Beck, Matt Murdock, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Tony Stark, Female Peter Parker, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Women In Power, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Psychotropic Drugs, Canada, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Action/Adventure, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Armor Kink, Praise Kink, Mommy Kink, Queer Themes, Age Difference, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Alcohol, Strap-Ons, Technological Kink, Unreliable Narrator, Revenge, Revenge Sex, POV Alternating, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Petra is 21

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifh4zg

#ao3feed #Steve/Tony/Bucky #Stuckony

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

Portrait of a lady (poster of a girl)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifh4zg

by Affectionary, feyrelay

Petra Parker has a perfectly good reason to be in La Revanche for a drink, this evening. She has several, in fact. Work, friends, a vendetta, you know... normal stuff.

Curiously, despite her lifelong fancrush, Tonia Stark wasn't one of them. Or, she hadn't been, at least.

Words: 3139, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Quentin Beck, Matt Murdock, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female Tony Stark, Female Peter Parker, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Women In Power, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Psychotropic Drugs, Canada, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Action/Adventure, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Armor Kink, Praise Kink, Mommy Kink, Queer Themes, Age Difference, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Alcohol, Strap-Ons, Technological Kink, Unreliable Narrator, Revenge, Revenge Sex, POV Alternating

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Ifh4zg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu