#!petplay

[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]

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

[bunmurdock]

I don’t remember a lot :(

But it was about free use while living with a bunch of Matts.

Cockwarming lawyer!Matt on the couch while mean!Matt fucks you with a leash on.

DDBA!Matt spanking you while mean!Matt slaps you, mockingly cooing at you.

Dark!Matt ties you down, maybe like on the table, or strings you up somewhere with a blindfold for everyone.

Black suit!Matt, defenders!Matt and S3!Matt coming back from patrol and fucking you while you sleep.

Daddy!Matt getting you ready in the mornings, stretching you and doing wet checks.

But also giving you aftercare and making sure you’re well rested, fed and hydrated. Pulling you into the bathroom and cleaning you up. Cuddling on the couch. He would also like indulging you if you wanted to dom. He thinks it’s cute.

But also on the topic of being fed, being given dog bowls on the floor while they’re sitting and eating at a table. Maybe dark!Matt even calls you over to use you as a footrest. 🫣

-☁️

CLOUD NONNIE PLEASE. each of these matts with his own intensity, his own way of utterly undoing you? (*ﾉωﾉ)

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i'm thinking about lawyer!matt, completely composed in that immaculate suit and tie, would correct your every slip-up with that calm, even voice, his hand firmly on your thigh, never allowing you to slack or falter in the slightest. he’d teach you technique, training you with precision: “ah, sweetheart. rock against me—steady, steady.” as you please both him and his other self. and you’re dizzy, flushed, hanging onto every word, straining to meet his precise demands.

and then there's mean!matt. he’d wait with that leash held taut, every so often giving it a little tug just to throw you off. he’d lean down close, barely giving you room to breathe as he murmurs, “poor, dumb thing. already shaking? this is barely the warm-up.” ruffling your hair, just a little meaner every time you beg or stammer. and he'd pull you closer every time you try to pull away. each slip-up, each stammer, would earn a coo or laugh from him.

then there's dark!matt, observing wordlessly from the shadows, senses sharp and calculating. guarding the door fisting himself with the soft fabric of your underwear to the sound of your soft, weak sobs. he'd always seem to know exactly how close to cumming you were, stepping in to deny you with rope and blindfolds before you reached that precipice.

then there’s ddba!matt, who’s older, wiser, and so assured in his dominance that he barely has to lift a finger to have you completely unraveled. he’d let his grip slide slowly down your neck, murmuring, “oh, i know you’ve been waiting, counting down the days, haven’t you?” he’d spoil you—toys, bells, sweets—but only after you’ve fully let go and given in.

and finally, daddy!matt the next morning, who takes his time making sure you're fed, watered, cuddled, and stretched. he’d soothe every shiver, his voice soft and steady as he murmurs, “there you go, sweetheart, that’s better,” holding a glass to your lips, making sure you drink. ensuring you're taken care of so you’re fully ready to play with them all again next time 🥺

*explodes*

[rhoselacksthorns]

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

I'ma trust them because doing so is normally funny

[angel-in-shibari]

[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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[angel-in-shibari]

need!!!

manhwa is "Her Pet" by Pito

[bunmurdock]

//hiii im that anon from before!! wrote this quick blurb for you because im too shy to actually post it but i hope you like it!!

usually, you're able to be patient while matt finishes his work. in fact, you pride yourself in it. the way he smiles at you as he slips his coat onto your shoulders, ready to take you home and away from his office, it fills you with pride.

except for tonight.

you're tired. you had a long day at work, and now matt is ignoring you. but you know that he knows how frustrated and worked up you are.

half because he's just that good at reading you, half because you're hanging all over him. your head is on his shoulder as you sit in his lap, trying to get his attention as he listens to the latest case he has to work on.

and on top of that, you're rolling your hips against him, and whining. at some point, he grabs your chin in his hand.

"quit the whining, bun." he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, a sharp contrast to his sharp words. "you know i don't want to be rough with you after a long day. i'd much rather take care of you." he hums, his hands beginning on your knees, slowly inching up towards your panties.

you weigh your options.

"make me." you tell him. you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off. with ease, he picks you up off his lap and puts you on the floor, not exactly gently. you look up at him confused, before he just clicks his tongue, something he does every time the two of you start a game like this.

"i know you know better than to just sit there and look at me all dumb, baby." he says, his foot positioned perfectly for you to ride his boot. "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt." he hums, and then he turns his attention back to his work.

selfishly, you do just that. you begin to hump against his boot, and when you begin to let out a whine, matt's hand is in your hair. he pushes your hair back, before pulling on it with all of his pent up frustration.

when you let out a loud whine at this, he just rolls his eyes.

"gotta be quiet, bunny." he hums. "don't want daddy to think you're enjoying this, do we?"

you shake your head, and he mocks the shaking of your head with a wicked smirk. you try and hide your face in the fabric of his pants as you rutt against his boot, but he pulls your hair again.

his hand finds your chin, and he squeezes your face so that your mouth is in the shape of an 'o', before leaning down and spitting in your mouth-- you do not try and stop him, just letting out a soft whimper. before you can really react though, his hand moves from his grip on your chin, before slipping two fingers into your mouth.

you immediately latch onto them, happily sucking on his fingers, not minding so much when he toys with you, slowly pushing his fingers back to gag you, just to smell your salty tears in the air as you gag against his fingers.

every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements.

"every time you whine, i get distracted and lose my place, mutt. keep it up and i'll never finish my work, and you'll spend all night riding my boot without cumming. don't make me repeat myself, honey," he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your head, "dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?"

putting this under read more bc i want ppl to read n reblog - pls 🙏

MEAN!MM? 😳 BOOTRIDING? 😳 "DUMB MUTT""?!?!?!?! 😵‍💫 WAIT DID YOU WRITE THIS OR DID I HOW DID YOU REACH INTO MY BRAIN AND PULL OUT ALL MY FANTASIES NONNIE SOBBBBBBBBBB

i felt a dizzying flush come over me @ "go on, i know you can get off on my boot, dumb mutt" i had to close out of this ask and go back in bc . ok. like i need to be his dumb mutt so bad. i need him to verbally degrade and bully and stand over her n tug on her hair and step on her a lil while she's crawlin aronud on all fours abd blame it on her bein dumb and an easy target *—*

"dumb puppies know how to follow orders, right?" OUGH and "you see his jaw tighten, and just as quickly as his hands were on you, they're off." SCREAM no bc what is it about this man bein unrelengting but not raising his voice that is so brain-metlingly hot i need him to beat me up while shushing me which speaking of-

"every time you whine, he just shushes you gently, a stark contrast to his rough movements." sorry but i need him to shush me the way he was doing to that dude in s1e2 before he threw him off a building . u are EVIL for putting this image in my head i need to mayhaps jump off a building.. ALSO the spitting in her mouth and finger-fucking it deeper oh nonnie i dob't feel so well i don't thibk . fuzzy brain disesase taking hold yowling really really really loud

seriosuly nonnie did you steal this from my brain because thisis eveything i want i do not deserve u thank you so much holy fkn shit i jus keep rereading this..

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