#!petplay

[bunmurdock]

I’m not even into backdoor stuff but the thought of Matt buying reader a plug (preferably a pretty one with some kind of tactile element he can appreciate, because this is Matt), being so soft and comforting as he’s easing it into her and just casually playing with it all day before he rails her? Big yes

it's a cottontail. pretty and white, impossibly soft to the touch, and with an insertion with its girth custom-molded to match his size. daddy!matt is soo soft n comforting with you, easing it in with your legs folded over your chest at the edge of the bed with his mouth molded lovingly around your clit. you're nervous—more than he's ever seen judging from your heart rate. so he speaks gentle praises into your skin in-between kisses and dips of the tongue, with his hand softly nudging the toy in below. twenty minutes later, it's fully bottomed out and you've cum three times :p afterwards, he helps you onto all fours and maybe you're so comfy you wiggle your butt a lil with it in, showing off your new tail, and it just melts his heart how precious you are. he fucks you long and hard after, with a thumb brushing against the soft fur with every thrust in :(

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[angel-in-shibari]

locking a puppy's cuffs to its collar so it can't do anything with its useless puppy paws up in the air and looking like it's constantly begging

[rhoselacksthorns]

tumblr spirits are telling me to look into "human domestication guide"

I'ma trust them because doing so is normally funny

[bunmurdock]

dark!matt murdock chokes you with a leash hehe (insp)

“still—silly girl.”

matt’s voice is calm but sharp, cutting through your nervous haze. you freeze instantly, body going rigid at the command. you’re trying so hard to obey, but everything inside you squirms, twisting with nervous energy.

his figure towers over you, backlit in the dim room, commanding the space, bending everything around him. broad shoulders tense and firm, the red and black leash hangs from his hand like a lifeline—a reminder of who’s in charge. he looms so close, so strong. your skin prickles under his presence, and you think about how small you must look to him like this.

you want to be good, really good, but your hips wiggle again without you meaning to.

“didn’t i say still?” his voice rumbles, and you shiver. he sounds like he’s smiling. he likes feeling you squirm.

his boot comes down, resting on the leash where it connects to your collar. the pressure is immediate, the leash pulling taut, forcing your cheek to the floor. the collar bites into your throat, cutting off your breath in shallow, tight gasps. your hips twitch again, a desperate squirm that only made him press harder with his boot, the leather biting into your skin.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” his voice is dark, almost amused. his boot presses down harder, testing your limits. “you’re already fighting me.”

you choke on the next breath, body shaking uncontrollably as you struggle to stay still, the world narrowing to the crushing weight on your neck, the burn in your lungs.

matt tugs the leash tighter, pulling it through his fingers as he begins counting, slow and deliberate. “let’s see how long you can last,” he chuckles, a dark, cold sound, before he starts counting.

“ten… nine… eight…” his tone is maddeningly calm, each number drawn out like he’s savoring it, like every second of your struggle is a gift he intends to relish.

your pulse hammers in your ears, the room spinning as your vision blurs at the edges. your fingers curl weakly against the floor, body twitching, begging for relief, but he doesn’t let up.

“seven… six…” his voice stays steady, the leash tight in his grip as your breaths come in thin, desperate rasps. the burn in your chest is unbearable, your body on the edge of panic, but you can’t move, can’t breathe.

“four… three…” he pauses, letting the moment stretch painfully as your body convulses, your face flushed deep red. he’s reveling in it now, you feel it—the hitch in his breath, the dark chuckle that rumbles from his throat as you gasp.

“two…” another pause, longer this time, your vision swimming as you teeter on the brink of unconsciousness. your lips part, a tiny, pitiful sound escapes as you try to plead, but all that comes out is a strangled wheeze.

he laughs. “aw, baby, i can feel you slipping.”

by the time he says one, you're not sure you're conscious enough to hear him. when you come to, you're sucking in a ragged, desperate breath, your chest heaving painfully as air rushes back in. the relief is overwhelming, but you can barely catch your breath, coughing weakly as you gasp for air.

before you can even process it, matt is crouching down beside you, his hands gripping you firmly as he pulls you into his lap. your body feels light, shaky, like every muscle is trembling, and when your bare skin presses against him, your breath catches.

he’s hard under his tactical suit. so hard, fabric pressing thick and solid into your skin.

“oh, baby. breathe, breathe…” he whispers, brushing his thumb over your trembling lips. your face is flushed, tear-streaked, and you can barely catch your breath, still coughing weakly.

you whimper again, body shaking uncontrollably as you try to settle, but his grip stays firm, holding you in place. he looks almost proud, like this is exactly where he wanted you—pathetic and gasping at his feet.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing gently into your lower lip as you gasp for air, still dazed and teary. “you did so well.”

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[angel-in-shibari]

[bunmurdock]

dude i’m gonna high but my oh my i need to fuck that man (matthew murdock) so badly. no i need him to fuck me. i need to be absolutely pathetically loyal and submissive to him, i need to be so obedient and good for him that it turns into a game that the more obedient i get the more he teases me for BEING submissive and it’s this vicious cycle of whines and barks and him making fun of me for being so obedient without hesitation

-😵‍💫

no. you GET it, fuzzy brain..

the chokehold mm teasing a sweet, obedient sub has on me.. maybe he's dangling his cock, still half hard n heavy, over your face while you're on all fours, testing your limits to see how high he can lift it before you can no longer reach without rising to your knees, taunting you meanly "ah-ah, down." and when you start crying, "try—harder." or to have an ankle tied to a bedpost while he stands a few strides away, instructing you to come here if you love him because he just knows you're going to try so hard to show him that, pulling against the rope until your ankle is red. aHHH SORRY it turned into mean!matt again. it always turns into mean!matt (╥_╥)

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[angel-in-shibari]

need!!!

manhwa is "Her Pet" by Pito

[bunmurdock]

Hi bun I’m back, I sent a few niche Matt things and I wanted to know if I can be an emoji anon? If so I’d like to be 😼

Anyway another thought I have is being collared with Matt holding the leash 😝 wanna be fucked from behind with him subtly choking me with it, occasionally tugging just so he can hear me yelp 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Similarly I want him to tug on the leash while I hump his shoe, making sure I don’t lose focus on sucking his cock but my needy brain feels so fuzzy that I’m too focused on feeling good 😵‍💫

Ooh also that reminded me of how I think about him stepping on your crotch 😚 especially if you’ve been misbehaving, he pushes you down and places his shoe over your dripping pussy, slowly applying more pressure and laughing when your hips jerk and try to rub up against it

HAI lovely, absolutely you may be our resident :smirking-cat: nonnie! 🫶

oughaoehuwjsds......

okay speaking of leashes—the billy club. the metal baton with the long, extensible cable from s2. the rope around your throat, pulling you back as he thrusts into you. maybe you yelp when he tugs, anxiously begging pleaseplease that you need his help, you need him to help you cum because you can't do it on your own. but instead of obliging your clit, he tightens the noose, clutching both ends of the rod in his fist. "wanna breathe? let's see if you can't cum for it."

...you cum yourself stupid.

maybe he lifts you to your knees after that, loosens the rope around your arms and legs so you can straddle his boot while your tongue darts out under where he lazily fists his cock. maybe eventually he feeds it into your mouth, but your movements slow in your haze - you think you might be dreaming. "he's so warm.. n big.. n his dick is so big.. 🫧🎀" and before you know it, a gentle tug at your neck brings you back to the moment. he ends up cumming a lot ^—^b and it dribbles off your chin while he heaves standing over you~

btw the part where he steps on u short-circuited my brain so bad.. im imimim. i couldn't think beyond that point hbhfihbhnnmmbmdmsnninmimimbm

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