So I heard youâve said to not hold back on smut prompts, soooo.. AAAAA- Darkiplier absolutely railing the fuck out of us against the wall, like holding us up, our legs wrapped around his waist and hands in his hair? âGood girlâ âSo needy, arenât you?â And maybe just a lot of edging because not gonna lie, I love teasing. You donât have to do this if you donât want to, of course! And if you do, thank you so so much :)
(18+) (Warnings: Female body parts)
"Dark can you even hold me up like this?" You ask, barely able to get the words out with Dark slipping out of you briefly while he hoisted you up against the wall, bracing himself while he lined you both back up again.
"Hush darling, don't worry about me." Dark silenced you by pushing back into you again, slotting you two together and carefully pulling you down onto him again so as not to overstimulate you.
You bit your lip to stop the whine that was building in the back of your throat, but it only made Dark laugh.
"Oh honey. Don't hold back those beautiful sounds. You can't hide anything from me anyway." Straight after those words reached your ears, Dark gave a deep thrust into you, your clit overly stimulated from the pressure of him pushing against you at the same time.
You let out a loud moan, your hands moving from his shoulders to his hair to tangle in it to anchor yourself.
"Good girl, there we go."
You continued your noises accompanied by Dark's low grunts when you clenched around him.
"So needy for me."
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LJ! been waiting for this a long timeđ
Fluff prompt for Manwhore Matt Murdock đ€
Matt has been busy with his lawyer duties for weeks now and daredevil is occupied most nights. Your work has been splitting your head i to half, too. So when Matt's home you're either working or already asleep and knowing how stressful it has been for you he doesn't disturb you and just slowly tucks himself next to you and sleeps. In the mornings, you don't get too much time either...it's rushed and just a quick kiss to linger onto for the rest of the day is left for the both of you.
After several weeks of blurry mornings and sleepy nights you both get a break and decide to take just lay in bed and ramble about anything and everything.
It's already noon and you both haven't gotten out of bed to eat or even go to the bathroom. So you decide to cook something simple and try to get off of Matt's warm embrace but my boi hasn't had enough of you yet so he just mumbles "No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed" and pulls you back in and hold you tight as if you'd just dissappear.
oof it's long but I desperately need a break and Matt's been on my mind constantly
sorry not sorry?!
The sun is pouring in through the window above Matt's bed as you slowly opened your eyes. Matt was tangled around your body next to you, his body warm as it was pressed against your bare back.
Last night had left you both...tired. So you weren't surprised that it had taken the sun getting all the way to the bedroom window for you to both wake up.
Well. For you to wake up.
Wait.
"Matty?" You said into the silence, your voice slightly croaky.
You receive no answer for a few moments, not until you decide to sit up, then he groans, pulling you towards with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
"You're not leaving me are you?" Matt asked softly, burying his face in your hair as you let out a deep sigh and relaxed back into him.
"I was only thinking of breakfast, baby." You reassured, reaching a hand back behind you to find his hair, threading your fingers through it while he lifted his head up to kiss you gently on the shoulder.
You made a move to turn around in his arms and he allowed the movement, using the new position to lean down and press a kiss to your lips next instead.
"Breakfast can wait. I want a little more of this." Matt said and you gave a breathless sort of laugh.
"Anything for you Mr Murdock."
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Hi! I found your work on my feed yesterday at 3am (Whatâs Your Middle Name?) and man, Iâm so glad I did. Having spent about 10 years of my life reading fanfiction, this is by far one of the best pieces Iâve ever read. Iâve probably read this way too many times now and it never fails to make my heart flutter and send shivers down my spine.
The subtle and sudden shifts in the atmospheric mood, the playfulness of the dialogue, the simple yet intriguing plot, and Matt being the softest dom everâ who knew these were exactly what I needed in my life? The way you wrote this in detail made it so pleasant to read and visualize each scene. Never thought it was possible, but youâve literally made me fall in love with Matt all over again.
Please, please, please keep up the great work! You are a wonderfully talented writer. I seriously am not over this one masterpiece of yours, and Iâm looking forward to your next Murdock story.
- đ
this. is literally. the sweetest thing. anyone has ever said about my WRITING?? and it was MY FANFICTION. you have my eternal gratitude for this response, and i am so happy you enjoyed it. thank you.
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Pancakes first though, right? - M.M. x Reader
Summary: It's late on a Sunday morning and you and Matt are gonna make pancakes. If he ever decides to make himself known that is.
Warnings: Absolutely NONE, I'd bet you MONEY, but maybe you could die of cuteness
Pronouns: They/them and everything is gender-neutral when referring to reader's body.
Words: 1.3k It's just a little drabble is very short and cute
Notes: I've been going through your requests, and I love them all so feel free to shoot more my way! And let me know if you want me to make a Matt Murdock tag list!
âAND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE! SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST!â
10:30 AM. Sunday morning. Matt had only run out the door about 15 minutes ago to get maple syrup for the Sunday morning pancakes, hoping he could be back in time for him to wake you up. Pepper your face with soft kisses while the sun poured through the window.
Instead, Matt was now carefully opening the front door to the apartment after being able to hear you all the way from outside the building, carefully stepping in without making any noticeable noises. Turns out, in those 15 minutes, youâd gotten out of bed in- was that his shirt he could smell on you? And had taken to start making a hot chocolate with the coffee machine, screaming Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs.
âThey say allâs well that ends well, but Iâm in a new hell every time, you double cross my MIND. You said if we had been closer in age, maybe it would have been fine,â Matt heard you take a deep breathe. âTHAT MADE ME WANT TO DIE!â
It took everything in him not to laugh while he deposited his jacket on the hook near the door and slipped off his shoes.
âOkay now Iâm just getting sad I have to change it now.â You laughed to yourself, grabbing your phone while jumping to sit on the bench. Matt smiled to himself behind the wall, knowing how much he always scolded you for sitting up there.
âItâs a place where we EAT and make FOOD.â Heâd always say.
âAnd itâs also a place I get an amazing height to be able to make out with you.â Youâd reply.
Matt leaned against the wall for a moment instead of making himself known while he heard you flick through songs.
We get it on almost every night. When that moon is big and bright.
âItâs a supernatural delight. Everybodyâs dancing in the moonlight.â You sang, pushing yourself off the bench to grab cups for yours and Mattâs drinks. âDammit where is that boy?â
You put your cups on the counter, sliding your sock covered feet across the floor.
âItâs such a fine and natural sight! Everybodyâs dancing in the mooooooonlight.â You were spinning around the kitchen, no pants, one of Mattâs work shirts he had deposited on the floor during a rush to bed last night, and your fluffiest, warmest socks.
Matt could no longer take not being near you.
He rounded the corner, coincidentally the very moment you were facing the windows, shuffling your feet to the beat of Dancing in the Moonlight.
âAre you dancing to our song without me?â Matt announced himself on the other side of the bench, startling you so much you practically screamed, spinning around so hard you had to hold on to the bench in order to not fall over.
Your hand was instantly on your chest, trying to control your breathing. âHoly mother of God, Matthew!â You screeched at him.
Mattâs laugh was warm and light as he guided himself around the bench to stand in front of you. âHoney you shouldnât use the Lordâs name in vain.â He said to you, letting his arms drape around you. He guided your arms around him and you practically jumped into his arms so he could hold you like a koala.
You practically giggled at the action, wrapping your legs around his waist while one of his hands pressed against your back and the other on your ass.
âGood morning.â Matt said into your neck before moving his head up to lovingly kiss you on the cheek.
âGâmorning.â You let your hands come up to tangle in his hair. âSorry, how long were you just waiting to come around the corner? When did you get here?â You pulled your face away from his shoulder, staring into his little red glasses before you reached up, taking them off his face and reaching to put them on the bench.
Matt thought about it, comically longer than he needed to, before answering. âAround about âAll Too Wellâ and you screaming about Jake Gyllenhaal again.â
You laughed. âCould you hear me downstairs?â
âDown the street actually.â
You pushed at his shoulders, and he placed you down carefully on your feet.
âIs that just you and your super hearing or-.â
âNo Iâm serious, people were gathering in the street-.â Matt stopped when you hit him with the sleeve of his shirt that you were wearing, laughing at you.
Matt stepped back to the bench, feeling for his cup and grabbing the coffee pot to fill it up.
âDid you get syrup?â You spoke up. Matt hummed into his coffee, lifting a hand to the bench to the bottle on the end of it.
You cheered, dancing your way over to the frying pan that was all set up on the stove, clicking it on before going to grab butter from the fridge.
âCan I help?â Matt asked beside you, leaning down to put his chin on your shoulder.
âNope! Iâm all good. Sit down for once.â
âMm.â Was the only answer you received from Matt while you turned back to the stove and you assumed Matt retreated to the island bench. You stared at the pan on the stove, assuming that if you stared at it hard enough, it would heat up faster.
You let out a sudden squeak when an arm wrapped around your waist, spinning around into Mattâs broad chest while his other hand clasped on to yours next to your bodies.
You laughed. âMatty what are you doing?â
âI, am dancing with my partner so theyâll stop staring at a pan while it heats up.â Matt answered, smiling as you swayed with him, stepping lightly to the beat of the music.
Matt pushed you away while holding your hand with one hand and you spun away from him to spin back in but with your back against his chest. Mattâs hands slid their way down to your waist, pulling you back against him while his lips were suddenly pressed against your neck.
âMatt if you start this, weâre never gonna get to the pancakes.â You warned him, reaching up to push a hand through his hair. You felt him smile into your neck.
âAre the pancakes worth it?â
âMatthew how dare you, you love my pancakes.â
Matt spun you around to face him, one hand coming up to cup your chin and pull your face gently up to his. Your lips met, softer than you had expected, and you gripped his bicep as you moved against each other. When Matt continued the kiss, you felt the burn of the slight stubble on his face rub against yours. Of course he hadnât shaved yet. It was blissfully good.
You pulled away to protest the need to make the pancakes, laughing when Matt chased your lips, having you lean so far back in his arms you would have fallen over if he wasnât holding you.
âMatt itâs bad to not have something in the pan if the heats on.â You argued when he kissed you again.
âBut thereâs heat elsewhere right now, this is also important, what if it starts a fire-.â
âMatt.â
Another kiss.
âFine.â
Matt brought you back to a proper height, huffing as he let you go back to the stove top, finally going to pour the pancake mix into the pan.
You looked back over your shoulder to see Matt taking a seat at the bench, a smile on his face as he listened to the music you still had playing. âWe can finish your other plans later, Mr Murdock.â You said, and you watched Mattâs lips quirk upwards and his head face in your direction.
âPancakes first though, right?â
âPancakes first.â
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