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shiorimakibawrites · 2 months ago

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Bound (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Sequel to Relax Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB! Reader Word Count: ~4400 Rating: 18+ Warnings: Bondage, nudity, full naked male character, partially clothed female character, female gaze, female masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (male and female receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex, p in v sex, swearing, dirty talk, begging General Masterlist / Matt Murdock Masterlist Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland @yarrystyleeza, @bellaxgiornata, @waywardxrhea, @parker-murdock A03

Special thanks to @visionsofcarnality for some dialogue assistance and @shouldbestudying41 for beta-reading.

Bound

It had been an impulse, born of fantasy. But being in his arms gave you the confidence to ask. Matt had immediately agreed. Both that night and the next morning, when you made sure his agreement wasn’t the product of him being half-awake and sated. It wasn’t. He seemed intrigued by the idea, visibly excited that you had outright asked for something you wanted in the bedroom.

But for all that excitement, carrying out this fantasy took some preparation. For one, the only ropes in the apartment were his Muay Thai ones. Which hadn't been chosen with anyone’s comfort in mind. Furthermore, they were stained faint rust from blood. Both of these factors combined into a no on using them for bedroom fun from you.

It hadn’t taken you long to find something that looked suitable online. Silk ropes with premade loops for the wrists. Which ought to be strong enough to hold Matt without irritating his skin. Or yours. You had the feeling, if this went well, Matt would ask to use these ropes on you.

Which you weren’t opposed to. Just the idea of being entirely at Matt’s mercy had you squirming.

And you could get it in red. Daredevil red. It was like a sign.

The second hurdle was safety and aftercare information. Matt wasn’t adverse to a little pain in the bedroom. He made it very clear that he enjoyed it when your nails raked down his back when he fucked you. Or when you pulled his hair while he ate you out. But there was a difference between that and causing him actual harm. Which you never wanted to do.

You wanted Matt to enjoy this. Even if you never used those wrist ropes again, you wanted him to look back on this night with fondness.

A couple days later, everything was ready.

You had gotten off work before Matt today. You spent your time well, preparing for the night to come. You put fresh sheets on the bed. Moved one of the chairs from the living room into the bedroom, positioning it at the foot of the bed. Set out all of the necessary supplies on the bedside table. Then you got yourself ready.

You took a shower, scrubbing off the grime of the day. Then you dressed yourself. You had thought long and hard about what you would wear. You wanted to drive Matt crazy. You had considered lingerie but the only appeal that held for Matt was when he was touching you. Which both of you had enjoyed in the past. But that wasn’t the plan. Not this time. But then you thought of something perfect.

You picked up one of his button-down shirts, specifically the one he had worn yesterday. It still smelled like him. You slipped it on and did up the buttons. And that was your entire outfit. You hoped the combination of no panties and his scent on your skin would turn Matt on.

You were making dinner when he came home, softly returning his greeting like this was an ordinary evening. You knew your outfit was a success when you felt Matt wrap his arms around your waist, his firm chest molded to your back. You smiled, feeling the already growing erection pressed against your ass.

“Smells good,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

“Dinner’s almost done,” you said.

“That also smells good,” he said, kissing your neck. You felt that familiar rush of heat south. His hands rubbed your stomach where the waistband of your panties would have been had you been wearing any. His grip on you tightened. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.”

You made a humming sound of agreement. He made that deep rumbling moan, his hips pressed more firmly against you.

“Little minx,” he growled, nipping at your neck. You shuddered. It was almost instinctive to offer him more access to your neck. Something he immediately took advantage of, trailing kisses down your neck. One hand slide down from your waist, moving under the hem of his shirt to move up your thigh. Headed straight for your mound. It was tempting to let him continue. Very tempting. You knew how talented those hands were.

But not as tempting as your plans.

You put your hand over his, halting his movement. And before he could start worrying, you said softly, “I was thinking something a little different tonight, Mr. Murdock.”

It didn’t take him long to connect the dots. You felt his cock, still pressed against your ass, twitch. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said, turning in his arms enough to look at him. “If you are still willing?”

“I’m willing, Mrs. Murdock,” he said. “I am very willing. Now?”

“You don’t want dinner?” you asked, teasing him.

“Maybe later.” He kissed you. It was a very thorough kiss, sending a wave of toe-curling pleasure down your spine. Fueling the growing wetness between your legs. Matt moaned into your mouth, then drew back far enough to whisper, “I have a different hunger.”

Good point. You did too. Dinner could wait. You turned back around, then leaned forward to turn off the burner. A process that had Matt making another small moan as the movement pushed your hips even more firmly against his. “Bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” he agreed.

As he turned to go, feeling unusually confident, you raised your hand. Then swung it forward to smack him across that glorious ass. It wasn’t a hard hit but he still jolted. He paused, looking over his shoulder. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

“You know,” you said. “I rather think I am.”

He chuckled but continued toward the bedroom. You followed him, admiring how good his ass looked in those slacks. Not as good as it looked without them but still a sight worth seeing. That you were gifted with it every day never lessens its impact.

Matt had started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked, pulling it all the way off as he went through the doorway. Tossing the shirt in the general direction of the hamper, he immediately turned his attention to his belt. In less than a minute, his slacks and boxers had joined his shirt.

The sight of your husband naked was nothing new. But it never failed to get your heart racing or your cunt clenching desperately around nothing. You had the feeling it always would. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him a little.

“Eager, Mr. Murdock?”

“I’m not the only one,” he pointed out. His voice sounded mild, almost conversational, but his eyes were dark with hunger. A hunger that grew when he licked his lips. Watching his cock swell in response to the taste of your arousal in the air only brought a fresh wave of slick to coat your thighs.

“Where do you want me, Mrs. Murdock?” he asked, his voice growing huskier with each word.

You pressed your thighs together, trying to control yourself. It was difficult. His voice had always given you the tingles but that husky tone? That went straight to your cunt. Being naked did nothing to diminish Matt’s smug confidence. If anything, it had increased. He knew perfectly well that he was good-looking. That you found him attractive. And that you would be remembering just how good he could make you feel with that smirking mouth. What pleasure could be gotten from those large, warm hands. How much you loved his cock buried inside you.

You didn’t deny any of that. You couldn’t. But there were other things that you wanted. That you craved.

You wanted to give Matt the same pleasure he gave you. Wanted him to feel your hands over all of his body, caressing every sensitive spot with your fingers and mouth. To leave little marks scattered across his flesh like he did yours. You wanted to suck his cock. How and where Matt had gotten it into his head that you didn’t enjoy having your mouth on him was beyond you.

“On the bed,” you ordered. Your voice had turned breathy.

Still smirking, Matt turned to obey. Once again putting his ass on display. He had the best ass that you had ever laid eyes on. Perky and round, each cheek more than an ample handful with you grabbed it. Firm but still enjoyable to squeeze, to dig your fingers . . . honestly you could spend hours waxing poetic about how beautiful his ass was. But today, you simply raised your hand and gave him another solid smack against his ass.

He wasn’t surprised this time. Knew he was doing, turning his bare ass to you like that. The look he gave you over his shoulder was all kinds of smug. “Sure that you don’t want another one, sweetheart?”

“I’m good.”

The smug grin widened. “Positive? I know how much you love grabbing my ass.”

He is such a cocky little shit, you thought with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. It was the grin that solidified your resolve. One way or another, you were going to wipe the smug off of him. “Get on the bed”

“As you wish.”

Could there be some extra sway in his hips? You wouldn’t put it past him. Especially when he was already being a smartass. But it might have been your imagination. It wasn’t like his ass needed anything extra in order to draw your eyes. It was a little disappointing that sitting down hid that glorious ass from your sight. But only a little. The rest of his body was just as beautiful.

After Matt had pulled his legs up on the bed and moved closer to the headboard, you picked up the wrist restraints from the bedside table. Drawing Matt’s attention in that direction. His head canted slightly to one side, brow furrowing a little as he tried to make sense of the new addition.

You picked up the wrist rope from the bedside table, drawing Matt’s attention in that direction. His head canted slightly to one side, brow furrowing a little as he tried to make sense of the new additions there. “A knife?”

“Yes,” you said. “In case of emergencies.”

In the event that you couldn’t get the rope loose afterward. Or you had to release him quickly. Like if he heard someone getting murdered. Or some other reason. The silk restraints were pretty and hadn’t been the cheapest thing but you would gladly sacrifice it if necessary.

He nodded, then held out his left hand with an expectant look. You slipped his hand into the loop, then pulled it taut before repeating the process with his other wrist. A gentle push against his shoulder was enough to communicate your desire for him to lay back. You raised his arms over his head by the connecting rope which you tied around one of the headboards’ wooden slots.

“Think that can hold you?” you asked. Matt made a thoughtful humming noise, then gave his bonds an experimental tug. The loops tightened around his wrists but the knot held. Even a stronger pull failed to loosen the knot. It did succeed in distracting you a little. You couldn’t help it. Watching those big muscles of his flex had always gotten you worked up.

A fact that Matt was well aware of you. You could see it in that confident, smug smirk. Hear in his voice as he answered your question, “Seems like it.”

“Color?” you asked, momentarily ignoring his smugness. When you had discussed doing this, Matt had agreed to use the spotlight system.

“Green.”

His tone made it clear that he thought the answer was obvious. But you rewarded him for answering the question regardless of how silly he found it. Cupping his head in your hands, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then another to each check which was dusted pink. You found indescribably adorable that something so chaste could make him blush when the filthiest of dirty talk didn’t even phase him.

You kissed him again, pressing your lips against his. Licking softly into his mouth, you worked your hands into his hair. Massaging his scalp with your fingertips until you felt the tension that had built up over a day of lawyering ease. You greedily swallowed every single one of the low moans Matt made into your mouth.

He tried to chase your lips when you pulled away but stilled at the gentle pull of his hair. You admired your handy work. He looked so beautiful like this. His pink lips kiss-swollen, hazel eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Soft and pliant was one of your favorite looks on him.

“Color?”

“Still green.”

“Good,” you said, straightening up and moving down the side of the bed toward the chair.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Just over here,” you said, sitting down on the chair.

“Why so far away, sweet girl?” Matt asked. Some of his earlier smugness creeping back into his voice. “I can tell how much you want me.”

He wasn’t wrong. You did want him. And you knew from previous experience that riding him turned Matt into a whinny, desperate mess. But you wanted him to be that desperate mess before you rode him. And you thought you knew exactly how to do it.

You had chosen the perfect spot for your chair. It gave you the perfect view of his beautiful body. Allowing your eyes to survey the feast before you, you unbuttoned his shirt and draped it open. Matt’s hands made an aborted jerk against the rope. You had to suppress a smile. He knew you were practically naked. And he seldom could resist the opportunity to touch your skin, to cup your breasts in his hands . . .

Your own hands cupping and squeezing them didn’t feel the same but it did feel good. You sighed softly, spreading your legs. This time Matt couldn’t stop himself from pulling on the rope but it held, keeping his hands up near his ears.

“Still green, Matty?” You asked, one hand sliding down your body.

“Yes,” he said, his voice resonating with the deeper gravel of the Devil. You shuddered, felt your cunt clench desperately. A rumble almost like a growl erupted from his chest.

“Is that all it takes?” he asked through a tensed jaw. “To get you so fucking wet? My voice?”

“Partially,” you answered, then gasped as your fingers brushed against your clit. The little nub was already swollen, aching with need. Rubbing gentle circles onto it, you moaned. At the sound, his cock twitched. You moaned again, imagining that weeping cock pressed against your cunt, the head nudging your clit . . .

“Partially?” Matt rasped. “What else, sweet girl?”

You didn’t answer at first. You ran your fingers through your soaked folds, traced your entrance. Building anticipation.

A faint whine escaped his control. “Tell me, sweet girl. What’s going through that pretty little head?”

“Your body,” you started, then cut yourself off by slipping a single finger into yourself. The room was so quiet that the wet squelching noise was obscenely loud. So was the cracking sound that some distant part of your brain was alarmed by. But the rest was too occupied by the network of veins popping into high relief across his muscles as the rope strained to keep Matt’s hands where they were. By the feeling of your finger pumping in and out of yourself.

It felt so good. But not enough. Your cunt was used to Matt’s fingers. Which were longer and thicker than yours. You worked a second finger into yourself. You let out a loud groan at the stretch, the feeling of fullness. Much better. Then added, “What I want to do with you.”

Matt let out a second, louder whine. “Fuck, you smell so good . . . Can I taste you?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. Your other hand abandoned your breast for your clit. “Not this time, baby. Maybe later.”

He actually whimpered, squirming on the bed. No more smugness out of him. You relished it. Up until his restless legs blocked that beautiful cock from your sight.

“Don’t spoil my view, Matthew,” you said, stern as your breathy voice would allow. “I want to see your cock.”

He whined but lowered his legs. You moaned, increasing the pace of your fingers as you imagined that cock buried deep inside you. Imagined him fucking you into this chair. Your fingers inside you couldn’t replicate that feeling. Not thick enough but . . . you increased the pace of your fingers in and out . . . chanting out his name as that familiar warmth built and built . . .

You cried out his name as that warmth crested and exploded into pleasure. Matt thrashed against his bonds as you rode out your orgasm. As the fluttering around your fingers began to subside, you slipped them out of yourself. Your legs were a little shaky as you stood. But they held your weight as you moved toward the bed.

Matt’s struggles stilled as you got onto the bed. Despite your recent orgasm, your cunt clenched. He looked so beautiful. Chest heaving, eyes wild . . . the weeping head of his cock was almost purple . . . your mouth watered.

“Sweetheart, please,” he begged. “Let me taste you. Let me fuck you.”

“Not yet,” you said, as you crawled up between his legs on your hands and knees. “I have something else in mind. Color?”

“Green.”

Matt couldn’t contain a cry when you gripped his cock in your hand. Another cry escaped as you licked a long, flat strip up the length to the head. There you gave him short, teasing laps. Much like the way he liked to tease your clit with his tongue. Trying to catch every drop that leaked out of the tip. Under the hand on his thigh, you could feel his muscles tense and twitch.

“Please, please,” he begged, seemingly only able to say that one word.

The sound Matt made when your mouth engulfed the head of his cock was nearly a scream. Another loud cracking sound accompanied it but you ignored it in favor of the choked moans that followed you swallowing down as much as his cock as you could. The little jerks of his hips when he couldn’t quite stop himself from trying thrust deeper into your mouth as your head bobbed up and down. A self-control he lost when you hummed around his cock, the vibration drawing another loud cry from his throat.

“Fuck,” Matt groaned out, a sentiment he repeated when you cupped his balls, gently fondling them in your hand. “Fuck . . . shit . . . fuck . . . g-gonna cum.”

Your only answer to this warning was another hum again, louder this time. Screaming out your name, he spilled down your throat. You suckled at his cock, once again trying to capture every last drop while he squirmed and moaned. Only when his whimpers started sounding a little pained did you pull off his cock.

“Color, baby?” you asked.

“Green,” was his answer but he didn’t sound certain. Nor did he look certain when you lifted yourself up on your knees to get a better look at his face.

“Lie,” you said. “Want to try again, Mr. Murdock?”

He shuddered, his spent dick twitching in a valiant effort to rise again. “Green. F-eels good. But . . . sensitive . . .”

You felt a surge of pride at making your lawyer husband so blissed out that he was struggling to string together a sentence. Even the nagging feeling that something about the sight in front of you wasn’t quite right couldn’t dispel it.

It wasn’t until you had crawled up his body to press another kiss to his forehead that you realized what was bugging you. Because his hands were kneading your ass. How . . . his hands that were supposed to be tied up . . . You looked again and wanted to sigh.

Technically his hands were still tied. The silk rope was looped tightly around his wrists. But the middle section that had been tied around the headboard wasn’t anymore. Largely because that piece of headboard was broken. Snapped right in the middle. The rest of the headboard seemed fine . . . . your mind boggled. You knew Matt was strong but sometimes just how strong still surprised you.

“You broke the fucking headboard.”

“Sorry,” Matt said, not sounding sorry at all. “I can’t hear you over how nice your ass feels.”

You rolled your eyes. Then gasped as one hand abandoned your ass to snake between your legs, drawing your attention to the throbbing ache there. Your cunt was no longer sated. A deep moan rumbled out of his chest as his fingers ran through your soaked folds. “Can I taste you now? Your body is screaming at me, sweet girl. All I can smell is how wet you are for me.”

“I don’t know -” you started but was cut off by a moan when those fingers found your clit. Fuck, he was so good with his hands . . .

“Please?” he begged, an element of whine creeping back into his voice. “Let me taste you. I’ve been good.”

Aside from the headboard, he had been . . . and the thought of having his mouth on you brought fresh wetness to your thighs. Something that made Matt’s hand on your ass tightened its grip. “Please, sweet girl.”

“Alright,” you said, then tried to move off of him. Only for his hand to tighten their grip again.

“No, not like that,” he said. “Sit on my face.”

Your cunt clenched. It had been a while since you had done that particular act . . .

“Please . . .”

“Alright,” you agreed. “You’ve been a good boy. You deserve a reward.”

You crawled forward until your knees were on either side of his head. Then you gripped the top of the headboard (and hoping that it wasn’t also broken) and carefully lowered yourself toward his face. If you had any doubts about how eager Matt was, they were quickly dispelled.

Fingers digging into your ass, he devoured you. His grunts and moans mixed with the noisy slurping sounds as his tongue sought out every single inch of your folds. Then he moved down to your entrance, lapping and sucking while you panted. Pants that turned into a squeal as that wonderful tongue dipped inside you. You didn’t know what felt better. Fucking you with his tongue or his nose grinding against your clit. Your hands clamped tightly around the headboard. It was taking everything you had to hold yourself relatively still.

You whined when he shifted, his mouth pulling away from your cunt.

“Don’t hold back, sweet girl,” he ordered, his voice having that deep, raspy purr that it only got when he was drunk on sex. “Ride my face, crash me between these beautiful thighs, pull my hair . . .”

As if to punctuate that demand, his lips around your clit and sucked. You couldn’t have stopped yourself from grinding on his mouth if you had wanted to. And you didn’t want to. Especially when he rewarded this by moaning. You all but screamed. The vibration felt so damn good . . .

When he did again, this time you screamed. Your thighs were shaking. Close, you were so close . . . You grabbed his hair tightly in one fist, desperate to keep his mouth where it was. He groaned loudly into your cunt, pushing you even closer to your peak.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you said. Not even caring that you were begging. All you cared about was the pleasure coursing through your body. About that mouth alternating between kissing and sucking on your clit. About the sounds of pleasure coming from the man beneath you, the near-bruising grip he had on your ass. About feeling your cunt clench desperately. Until you fell over that edge.

Matt’s arms remained locked around your shaking body as his tongue greedily chased every single drop of your release. You were unable to keep your head up, resting it against the arm still holding onto the headboard. Until his tongue’s lapping on your clit started dancing over that line between pleasure and pain.

You whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Matty, enough.”

He made a disappointed whine but after one last kiss to your clit, he pulled away. Despite how wobbly your legs felt, you managed to heave yourself over to his left side. Matt almost immediately plastered himself against your back. Even with his wrists still in the loops, he wrapped his arms around you. You had to smile. Octopus mod had been fully activated.

You had gotten the wrist restraints off when you realized that wasn’t the only thing that had gotten activated. He was hard again. His hips were making small rocking motions against your ass. His newly freed hands fondled your breasts as he nibbled at your neck.

You pressed back against him. “Do you want to fuck me, baby?”

“Can I?” he asked. “Please?”

“Yes,” you said. Despite two orgasms already, your cunt was eager about the idea.

Lifting your top leg back over his, you felt his cock press against your entrance. Then he was inside you. Sinking deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed. Moaning against your neck, he began to fuck you. Each thrust was slow but deep. You moan, feeling yourself already back at that edge. Matt wasn’t going to last either. His thrusts soon became faster, the rhythm sloppier. One brush of his finger against your already oversensitive clit pulled you over that ledge for the third time with a cry. A strangled groan against your neck, then with a powerful thrust Matt was coming inside you.

For a while, you both remained where you were as you caught your breath. Matt succeeded first, hissing a little as he slipped his cock out of you. You were pretty sure it was sheer stubbornness that propelled your husband onto wobbly legs and lurching toward the bathroom. Channeling your own stubborn streak, you dragged yourself over within reach of the bedside table. Specifically the bottle of lotion you had placed there earlier. You had reached it just as Matt returned, damp washcloth in his hand.

While he cleaned up the mess he left between your legs, you inspected his wrists. The wrist restraints had left pressure marks but the skin didn’t look irritated. You insisted on applying the lotion anyway. But afterward, you both settled into your profession of blissful puddles. Cuddling puddles as sex had in no way disabled Octopus Mod. Quite the opposite. Which was perfectly fine with you.

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criesinliess · 1 month ago

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babygirlmurdock · 3 months ago

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Devil’s Work

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+!!!! my god this is so NSFW please don’t read if you’re under age my god. oral (f!recieving) this is literally only matt taking care of his lady so dom!matt (i guess?) THAT FUCKING SLUTTY CHAIN OF HIS MY GODDDD !!!!!!! also some religious stuff (not really a kink but just to be safe!)

Taglist: @bellaxgiornata @abucketofweird @sleepysleepymom

Author’s note: Like literally all of us, I could not get this .01 second clip of darling Matthew doing to TOWN on that neck with his slutty little gold chain. I have also never ever written smut before so you all have to be nice to me (kidding, but please be kind I’m sensitive LMAO) Enjoy my sweets!!!!

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Matthew Murdock, where do you even begin with him? For starters, the man is like an angel sent from heaven above. Never in your life have you dated somebody more understanding, caring and passionate in your life. Somebody that checks all your boxes. There was a side of Matt that he has only told you about but he has never shown you.

Daredevil.

When Matt told you that he was the masked vigilante running around on roofs all hours of the night, you were rightfully upset. All the countless lies about where he has been. You thought he had been cheating for the longest time. You finally confronted him after being so frustrated with the lies.

“So are you cheating on me?! Is that why you have scrapes on your chest and a bruise? Who is it, Matt?” Tears welled up in your eyes as your voice cracked.

“No—I, I would never think for a second to give another woman what I give you. I love you and only you.”

“That doesn’t sound convincing! Matt, all the clues are there. You’re out late at night, I have no idea where you are. I am up like a nervous fucking wreck.. I—I can’t handle this anymore,” you held your head in your hands as you tried to steady your breath.

“Do you really want to know?” Matt stepped towards the closet.

“Yes, my God with all my fucking chest. Please Matty, I love you too much. I don’t want it to be true that you found better.”

“Fine,” Matt opened the closet doors and pulled out his father’s old boxing trunk. Your head cautiously turned to the side as your heart rate sped up. Matt’s breath was shaky unbuckling the clasps of the trunk. Moving the two top shelves off revealing something red. His fingers brushed the crimson red horned helmet, he grabbed it and turned around with it in his hands. “I’m Daredevil.”

It’s been six months now since you had the conversation with Matt about his other side. You have your moments with it, like aiding him to health after being beaten half to death and making sure he’s somewhat presentable for court in the morning. It gives you anxiety, but you know Matt, you know his skills. You see him on the news, and feel secure that he’s doing the right thing.

Tonight was different. He’s usually back at the apartment by 2AM the absolute latest. It’s almost 2:30AM and he hasn’t made a single peep about being home late. You start frantically Googling if the police found Daredevil dead in a river, or hung up in front of the church.

Doom scrolling on your phone, you heard the roof door unlatch. Letting out a relieved breath, you got up in front of the couch and hurried over to the stairs.

“Thank God. I was getting worried, Matty. I was afraid I was going to have to call Foggy or Karen and ask if they’d seen you.”

Matt made his way down the steps removing his gloves and helmet as he made his way down. He stalked his way over to you, placed a callused palm on the back of your neck and kissed you like you’ve never been kissed before. This has a purpose to it, hunger. Desperate for more. Your hand landed on his leather covered bicep as you moaned into his mouth practically begging for him to kiss you more.

“Shower,” Matt demanded. You thought Matt came home. No, this was still the Devil out to play. You kind of liked it though.

Walking to the bathroom, you stripped off all your clothing, turned the shower on, got in and waited for Matt. Letting the hot water run down your naked body, your eyes fell shut as your hands started roaming your body. Hearing the bathroom door open and shut again, Matt shortly joined you.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I needed to touch you tonight,” Matt’s hands traced your sides and landed on your ass, causing your head to fall back in pleasure.

“Then why did it take you so long to get home?” Your hands fiddled with the gold cross dangling from his neck.

“Cops were taking too long to show up. I eventually just tied them to a pipe on a roof and hoped somebody could find them,” Matt said as his lips kissed up your neck. Your breath hitched as Matt’s teeth grazed the spot where your neck meets your clavicle.

Grabbing his face to pull him closer to that sweet spot on your neck and letting out a breathless moan.

“Matt,” you breathed out as he began to kiss down your body, getting on his knees before you.

Matt put one of your legs on his shoulder to get a better angle of you. Matt hungrily kissing your inner thighs, making sure to antagonize you with each one. Gazing down at him making his way to your center, pushing his hair back so you can get a better look at his face reaching dangerously close to your heat.

“Fuck, Matt, I can’t wait any longer, please,” you pleaded him. You felt his smirk against his thigh and he looked up to you.

“Good girls have patience, sweetheart.”

Matt has never called you good girl in that tone before. And boy, did it do something to you. Matt caught the skip in your heartbeat which caused him to run his fingers along your folds. Your knees nearly buckled at his light touch as you let out a whiney moan.

“You really are letting the Devil out, huh?” you said, sucking your teeth.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” Matt’s voice was a deep growl. Unlocking something feral in him, his mouth dove to your pussy, getting a surprised high pitched moan out of you.

Your hand immediately went to grab the slippery tile wall for some leverage as Matt devoured you below.

“God, fuck,” you breathlessly let out. Your hand grabbing onto his shoulder leaving nail marks on it. Matt was eating you out like you were his last meal on earth. Trying to grab whatever you can so you don’t fall to your knees as he sucked on your clit and entered two fingers inside you.

“Talk to me, sweetie. Do you like that?” Matt said.

“God, yes, I need you to fuck me, Matthew,” you said trying to catch your breath as Matt hooked his fingers up inside you. Matt took his fingers out of you and stood up. Pressing your back against the cold tile, causing your skin to prick up as the hot water wasn’t touching you anymore.

Matt took hold of your face and fiercely kissed you, getting a mix of his saliva and yourself. Both of you moaning against each other’s lips, your arms draped over his broad shoulders, as he scooped you up against the wall.

Your tongues intertwined with one another as you felt his hardness against you, just aching to enter.

“I’ve got you,” he said against your mouth as he slowly entered you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, adjusting to his girth. “Mm, fuck, Matt.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as he pumped in and out of you. Your moans got louder as his pace quickened. His biceps flexing to hold you up as he was fucking you, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“You take me so good. That’s my girl,” Matt set you down and turned you around against the glass of the shower door. Your nipples puckered against the glass and Matt thrusted himself into you. His one hand on the front of your throat and one on your stomach. His pace quickened and his cross gently tapping between your shoulder blades with each thrust.

“Matty, I’m about to cum,” you whined out.

“Not yet, I’m not done with you,” Matt snarled. His lips met the back of your neck, starting to nip at it. The room filled with your moans and Matt’s grunts. “You feel so good, my girl.”

Your body was practically begging to orgasm all over Matt. His cock hitting the right mark every thrust, you didn’t want it to end, but exhaustion was quickly taking over you.

“Please, please, I’m almost there,” you become more breathless. Matt’s hand lowered to your clit and started to go in circles.

“Fuck, oh my god, I’m so close,” you cried out as Matt was edging you towards your orgasm.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” Matt’s hands on your hips now, thrusting deeper and rougher each time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your own hand reached towards your clit, rubbing in circles for only a few seconds before Matt’s hand grabbed your wrist and pinned your hands against the glass.

“That’s my job to make you cum.” Matt growled in your ear, sending you over the edge.

“Oh, God,” you said through your gritted teeth.

“God has nothing to do with this, sweetheart. He sent the Devil for you,” Matt bit your neck and sucked on it, definitely leaving a mark for you to deal with.

Letting your orgasm overtake you, letting all of Hell’s Kitchen know who is fucking you into oblivion. Matt’s orgasm shortly following yours, he pulled out of you.

Turning yourself around to face him, your legs nearly giving out underneath you, Matt let out a chuckle, holding you up. Trying to catch your breath, Matt gently kissed your lips. You looked at Matt’s scratch marks you so graciously gave him, letting your hand run over them, meeting with the chain of his cross, taking it in your left hand and kissing it.

Matt and yourself finished up the shower. Stepping out, you looked in the mirror, examining your neck. Matt came up behind you and started sweetly kissing your shoulders.

“How will I explain to my job why I’m wearing a scarf in 86 degrees?”

“Raccoon attack. You took that little beast on with your own hands and it put up a fight,” Matt devilishly smiled at you in the mirror.

“Yeah sure, because I’m the raccoon wrangling type,” you rolled your eyes.

“I expect nothing less actually,” Matt matter-of-factly said.

You laughed at him, turning around kissing his lips and he deepened it.

“Something tells me that was only round one out of whenever the sun comes up.” You slyly said.

“Like I said, we’re just getting started,” Matt picked you up and brought you to your shared bedroom.

“Let the Devil out,” You kissed him passionately, mentally coming up with reasons to call out of work tomorrow.

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1988-fiend · 4 months ago

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@bellaxgiornata

MITTENS!!!!

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basicrese · 5 months ago

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Matt Murdock Fic Recs (pt.2)

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one - shots

A Moment of Serenity by @babygirlmurdock

addict by @souliebird

Call Me by @notquitecanon

I Promise I’ll Try by @allllium

Solidarity by @ellephlox

Three Little Murdocks by @peterman-spideyparker

to savior by @bornagainmurdock

Who We Are and Who We Want to Be by @feelmyskinonyourskin

series & multi-parts

As Luck Would Have it by @bellaxgiornata

Cozy Corners by @shiorimakibawrites

If We’re Being Honest by @bellaxgiornata

three empty words by @petertingle-yipyip

dont be a fool

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she-likesorchids · 7 months ago

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TYSM for the tag Ari! @thepetitemandalorian

This is FUN! Take the quiz here!

NP tags: @acrossthesestars @massivecolorspygiant @middimidoris @bellaxgiornata @moongirldreamer @souliebird @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mattmurdocksscars

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yarrystyleeza · 1 year ago

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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Bella Bella Bella, aka @bellaxgiornata (I'm her n1 fan forever), I won't recommend one fic but her whole works are absolutely awesome.

My favorites are safe haven (Michael Kinsella x fem reader) and all these years (Matt Murdock x fem reader) —but overall, I love all her works, she's really awesome and talented! 💘

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Can I give a head canon about my fic pairing? Oh ho I think I can hehe. 👉🏻👈🏻

Madilyn (oc) always fixes Matt's hair and tie, her love language is acts of service, physical touch and words of affirmation. She also loves pulling his cheeks. And Matt takes off his glasses when she's around because he feels safe with her (and she loves his eyes).

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Recently I was looking up charges and sentences, not that much of weird, but also a couple military related stuff for my fic (is that a spoiler? honestly idk) and how to correctly pronounce 'penne' the pasta.

Thanks for the ask anon, really enjoyed it! 💘

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shelikesorchids-archive · 1 year ago

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CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay.

“Hey, buddy. You okay?”

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag.

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.”

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door.

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!”

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Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice.

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.”

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk.

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.”

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.”

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.”

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage.

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby”

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.”

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred.

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now.

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?”

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.”

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face.

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower.

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours.

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face.

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments.

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.”

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay.

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.”

#mandy writes #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction

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