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matt telling you, "look at me. eyes on me, sweetheart." while he rails you

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editing a fic rn and. matt needs to be whimpering more

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finding a banner for mean dom!mickey is actual hell 'cause he looks like this for 75% of the fucking show

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me thinks matt has a beer can dick thats just the perfect length but is almost too thick so he always indulges in foreplay before ruining you for anyone else he's just giving me so much brainrot

BEER CAN DICK HEEELP HAHAHAHA

but fr i'm with you anon, i am 100% a matt-does-LOTS-of-foreplay truther but not because it'd be easier to take him (i think he'd make it fit, ready or not) but because he just loves to play with you. it gives him the utmost pleasure to know that he can ruin you with just his tongue and fingers - sometimes even his thigh.

maybe you guys are in a 6 year relationship, probably fuckin' married and he just loves toying with you - pushing buttons he never thought were even buttons just to see what kind of new sounds you can make for him, to unearth kinks you didn't know you had.

maybe tonight he's trying to test his own resolve? he wants to see how many times he can make you cum on his tongue before he's cumming all over the bedsheets, thrusting his cock between silk and his own abdomen. or maybe he wants to see how many times you can orgasm with your bare core on his thigh before your wetness is pooling there or even dripping down his knee, his finger shoved into your cunt from behind.

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neon at midnight masterlist / AO3

author's note: getting back into it is a slow & embarrassing process. thank you to the amazing @mattmurdockspainkink & @prettyeyesnof4ce. you both have given so much creative motivation recently! word count: 2581 pairing: mike murdock x gender neutral!reader summary: mike's never bothered when it comes to satisfying certain needs of yours. content: 18+ smut, canonical abundance of pet names, reader has a vagina, oral sex (mike recieving), a little bit of a praise kink mixed in, sexual intercourse & some spanking (lol).

“Mikey,” you whispered, softly shaking his shoulder where he laid on the couch. He’d fallen asleep maybe a couple hours ago, right after he’d gotten home, turned on the television and had a beer. You both joked that he’d be the perfect dad but only in how easily he could fall asleep sitting upwards on a couch. “Mike.”

“Hm?” he murmured, stirring slightly. He even took your hand before he rested it on his thigh again, your fingers twisted loosely in his. You sighed, your shoulders dropping before you sat next to him on the edge of the cushion, as if you were expecting to get up shortly. You considered shaking him awake a second time, rubbing your thighs together as your need grew. You tried again.

“Mike, baby,” you said a little more firmly, even holding his hand in yours a little tighter as your other hand shook him awake. He startled, his body going tense for a split second as he tried to figure out what was going on before he woke up completely. He’d been like that since he’d gotten knocked unconscious during a fight once a couple years back, expecting to come to still being beat up like a few times before; the kick to his abdomen never came.

“Doll,” he murmured, his eyes half lidded with sleep and searching the dark apartment for your form. His arm extended when he found you and he pulled you in to cradle you against his side, fully intent on going back to sleep, if even for half an hour before he retired to bed. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You hesitated, thinking it was weird or stupid to be asking for something like this so straightforwardly. You’d been friends for years before you’d started dating, yes but the romantic bits were newer, the staying over for days at a time was new and the sex– well, you both had been going at it for a while before it became sensual. You nodded, looking up at him. He opened his eyes a little and peered down at you when he sensed hesitation. He was pretty in the light of the television, his orange hair, blue eyes and blue sweater so perfectly illuminated, they were glowing. His eyelashes brushed against his freckled cheeks as his half-open eyes fluttered on every blink. The need for him intensified as you studied his face.

“I need you,” you put a hand on his knee, waiting for his go ahead. He released you and sat up, his form towering over you as he leaned in. Eyes flickering between your lips back upwards to maintain eye contact with you, he asked, “Do ya now?”

Your lips parted as your ears and face heated up and you began panting lightly. Your eyes flickered across his face; eyes, lips, eyebrows– you needed to see them knitted together as his eyes rolled backwards; that specific look he had when he came. You breathed a small, “Yes.”

“Of course you do,” he leaned backwards, lounging on the couch once more, getting comfortable and closing his eyes again. When he spoke again his voice was murmured and slurred, his sleepiness dialled up to a laughable amount for the joke, “Unfortunately for you, darlin’, I’ve been sleeping and I haven’t brushed my teeth. You wouldn’t want to be kissin’ me right now.”

You chewed on the inside of your lip to avoid letting out a giggle and giving him the satisfaction of denying you for a joke– a good one as well. “Mike, I swear to Christ–”

“The Lord’s name in vain? I’m sorry but I do not allow profanities in my household,” he was so annoying, sarcasm soaking his words as they spilled from his mouth. You wondered how you put up with him, your chest swelling with love. “Come back with a warra–”

You climbed onto his lap and took his chin between your index finger and thumb, pulling his head around to face you, his hair flopping in his face with the movement. You couldn’t even pretend to be mad, his eyes were so pretty when the neon blue from the television hit his face. So you kissed him; he tasted like the beer he’d drank earlier. It was intoxicating; his hands came up to your waist, pulling you into him so that your chest met his as he inhaled deeply. The movement caused your swollen clit in your pyjamas to brush against his thigh and you moaned into his mouth. His tongue met yours and he hummed in satisfaction. You broke the kiss, panting as he made his way across your jaw, nipping the skin right beneath it.

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you,” he murmured into your skin. Your head was spinning. “Just like heaven.”

“Like the song,” you breathed, a hand coming up to fist his hair.

“Just like the song,” he agreed, pausing his wet, hot kisses to smile up at you and you had the sneaking desire to propose to him as you peered down at his grinning face. You shook your head slightly, using your grip on his hair to get his attention.

“I need you–” you started before he cut you off, “We’re gettin’ to that.”

“No– Mike–” you got off his lap, taking off your shorts and panties as you went before kneeling in front of him.

“Oh shit,” he said in realisation undoing his belt, “Fuck yeah! I’ve gotcha.”

You snorted in laughter, grabbing his jeans and briefs as soon as he got his belt undone. He raised his hips for you to pull his clothes down.

Pushing his shirt up his abdomen, you grabbed his cock, already half-hard. Licking your lips in anticipation before lowering your head, your tongue teased at the mushroomed head with feather-light licks. Your other hand, a fist around his cock, stroked downwards towards the bush of orange hair just as you took the entirety of his cock’s head in your mouth and sucked.

"You’re so much prettier with my cock in your mouth," he teased through gritted teeth, a hand holding up his shirt for you and his other going to rest on the back of your head. Your tongue swiped along the slit of his cock where it was lodged in your mouth before it popped free from your lips.

"Am I?" you asked, your eyes flickering up towards him to meet his eyes before your focus returned to what was important. He was staring down at you, his face still a little sleepy looking. He was smiling, a soft, subconscious one as he peered down at you and absently pet your head. Your clit throbbed.

"Yeah," he mused, the word drawn out. "You get this look in your eyes– cock drunk n’ shit f’me. So hot."

Your other hand came up to grope his balls as you took him in your mouth, breathing through your nose as you prepared to take him down your throat. You hummed in satisfaction as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper, your saliva dripping down his shaft making you slurp on your way up.

"Shit, honey," his fist gripped your hair as his head fell backwards. You took him down your throat, pausing as your mind glazed over and your body worked subconsciously. Your hand groped his balls softly and you swallowed as your tongue flattened further, pushed over your bottom teeth and rubbing against the vein on the underside of his cock. His hips jerked upwards and the hand behind your head pushed you down on his cock further until your nose was buried in the hair there at his base. He bit his fist, chanting, "Shit, shit, shit," as he held you there. Your eyes began watering.

Letting you up, his hips jerked again as your cheeks hollowed out and you slurped your saliva along the shaft of his cock on your way up. Parting from him with a hollow, wet sound, a string of saliva followed your lip and snapped onto your chin, one of hands picked up your mouth’s slack by latching onto his cock, stroking him with a tight fist.

He studied your panting face with satisfaction. He took his cock from you, holding himself at the base. "Tongue out for me, puddin’."

You stuck your tongue out, holding eye contact with him as he slapped the blushing tip of his cock on your tongue, murmuring a drawn out, “Fuck.” You resumed jacking him off, not even bothering to wipe the saliva from your face. He jut his chin out briefly and ordered, "Touch yourself for me, doll."

You bit your lip and smirked up at him. Blushing intensely, a sudden frown appeared on his face as his eyes flickered away. Your stomach filled with butterflies. He’s so cute. Your hand went to your clit, your eyes rolling backwards then closing when the coolness of your fingers rubbed against the hot, throbbing bud of nerves. A string of your essence dripped onto your thigh. Opening your eyes to watch him studying you, you were met with a satisfied look on his face. The smile lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to deepen in the light of the television. You asked, "Is that alright, Mr. Murdock?"

"More than alright, darlin’," the hand behind your head went to cradle your jaw, his thumb rubbing a soothing motion into your slightly sweaty skin, "You’re so fucking perfect."

“‘Course I am,” you teased, taking his cock back into your mouth, intent on not letting up this time considering the business of your other hand. He chuckled. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned on his cock as you took him down your throat once more, his hand returning to the back of your head and guiding you into a slow, steady rhythm that cleared your head of any thoughts but him. Your hand sped up, your walls tightening around nothing as your cunt gushed with wetness and a knot on your tummy began tightening. Mike grunted, a quiet noise that came out as a snarl whenever he wasn’t actively gritting his teeth. You opened your eyes, heavy lidded with pleasure to find his eyebrows raised and knotted together, his mouth agape and his face burning; he was close. You prepared for another push downwards as his hips thrusted upwards but he pulled your head off his cock, making you whine in objection. He pushed a hand behind his head, grabbing his shirt where it’d ridden up when he’d held it away from his hips earlier. Pulling it over his head, he threw it behind him, over the couch.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered again and you acted without hesitation, your nipples piquing in the coolness of the apartment, "Fuckin’ get up here. Need-ta feel that cunt squeeze ’round my cock, baby."

You climbed into his lap, your feet kneeling on either side of his thighs as your lips crashed together in a hurried, rough kiss. Your teeth knocked and your tongues clashed as he got his hand around the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through your soaked slit to get inside you.

"Holy shit– doll, you’re dripping," he nipped at your ear lobe, "You were getting off to suckin’ my cock, huh? Was it that good?"

"Shut up and fuck me Mickey," you breathed, your words rushed and your fingers tangling in his hair at the back of his head. His free hand gripped the back of your neck and you moaned quietly from the pressure.

"Well," he said, meeting your eyes and pushing the tip of his cock into you, "If you insist."

You gasped as he bottomed out in one stroke– his cock was perfect for rough moves like that. Appropriately girthy and not too long but hit that sensitive spot amazingly in a few positions.

"Oh– that’s that good shit," he blabbed, smacking your ass cheek before gripping the flesh there harshly as he began thrusting upwards. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm, the sex rushed and feral.

You rested your cheek on the top of his head and you bounced on his cock, letting out a moan of his name whenever he managed to thrust upwards as he bottomed out, his tip grinding on all your sensitive spots as your clit rubbed against his pelvis. You gushed and leaked on his cock, drenching his balls in your saliva and wetness, cocktailed.

"Shit– Mike!" you screamed as his lips latched onto your nipple, nipping and sucking while his grip on your neck held you in place. He snarled, slapping your ass again before his hand left your neck and they both gripped each ass cheek. He pulled them apart, holding you down on his lap as he grinded upwards into you.

"Fuck, man," his grunted, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck, his voice cracking on the ‘fuck’. You reached behind you, holding his balls and massaging them with your loose grip. His eyes rolled back and he hissed, "Keep that up and I’ll cum inside you, angel. You want that? Want me to fill you up?"

"Please!" you moaned, your back arching as your eyes screwed shut, desperately holding onto his shoulder with your other hand, your fingernails carving crescents into his skin. You know he’ll wear the shirt that shows these marks tomorrow.

"You want it? Really bad, don’t you?" his voice strained, his rutting, quick and shallow, resuming and making your thighs shake. His release burned as it came closer, your walls tightening as you groped his balls and gripped his hair. He whimpered your name, his voice gruff, “Shit, that pussy feels so good–”

You came, suddenly as the knot in your abdomen snapped more than it felt like it was released. You saw stars, your thighs shaking as the arm that was on his balls shot to his other shoulder and you hung onto him for your dear life. Your mouth hung open silently and your eyes rolled backwards before you grit your teeth and moaned into his hair. He didn’t let up, murmuring, "Fuck, fuck, shit–" as his release burned closer.

He thrusted, once, twice then sheathed himself deep into you as he came. You whimpered, sensitive as you came down but loving the feeling as he filled you. He panted, batting his eyelashes to clear the glaze from his eyes. You kissed his forehead and he responded with a kiss to your neck as you relaxed in his hold and he hugged you against his chest.

He rubbed your back, still breathing heavily beneath you as you scratched the hair at his neck. You noticed his breathing slowing down and you moved to get off him.

"Where’re you goin’?" his words were slurred and sleepy as he tightened his hold on you, his cock softening inside you. You looked down at him as he looked up at you. His hand came up and his thumb wiped saliva mixed with precum from your chin.

"You need to go shower before you fall asleep– again," you said softly as he studied your face then smiled, "I was going to join you."

He hummed in realisation, his eyes falling closed and his hold on your waist weakening. You rolled your eyes and shook in silent laughter, "Mikey! Don’t fall asleep!"

"Alright, alright," he promised, releasing you. Gathering your clothes streaked across the room, Mike's naked form followed right behind you.

all feedback/criticism is appreciated! i do not give permission for this and any of my fanfiction to be reposted or translated to any other platform without my consent.

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morning reservation masterlist / AO3

author's note: trying to get a little into writing character analysis rather than just traits & mannerisms. word count: 1382 pairing: mike murdock x reader summary: sunday morning passion. content: situationship, (morning sex) 18+ smut, canonical abundance of pet names, reader has a vagina, reader's gender is fucked LOL, a little bit of a praise kink mixed in, sexual intercourse, a little choking.

You rubbed your ass against the warmth behind your back as you came to, moaning softly at how the little friction it gave you allowed the seam of your shorts to pull against your clit just enough to feel amazing. Moving your feet slowly, you pinched your thighs together, biting your lip when the soft warmth of them caught your clit just right. Mike, behind you, stirred slightly at the movement—or maybe he was just waking up—making you turn in his arms before a hand gripped your waist weakly and pulled your front closer against him instinctively. You draped a thigh over his side, pushing your front against the hard on in his underwear, making him hum. As your eyes opened, they met the toothless smile that creeped onto his face, hair askew from deep sleep. You kissed his chin, then the front of his neck urging him out of sleep a little faster, rocking your hips against him again. His smile went wider, the hand at your waist gripping you tighter as his hips rocked into yours, making you tilt your pelvis to catch his hardening cock against your clothed slit.

“Please,” you whispered just as he opened his eyes, leaning over to plant his forehead on yours.

“I’ve gotchu, sweetheart,” his accent—‘swee’haat’—slurring his sleepy words together, “Always. Wake up needin’ me like the pretty little slut you are.”

Honestly, the mood was a welcome contrast from the night before. Mike had come over agitated and it was quite clear he’d just gone for a walk and didn’t really plan to end up at your place but you did your best to help—bingeing trashy movies, then clips of Shrek you could find on YouTube till he fell asleep on your couch. After he woke up panting from a nightmare, he settled with you in your bed and you both spoke and told whispered jokes until you fell asleep. It reminded you of high school, when you’d stay out on his fire escape ‘till 3AM. The thought that you both had only gone this far twice before itched at the back of your mind before you blinked, hard, bringing yourself back to the present.

“You say that but you haven’t even kissed me yet,” you teased, tangling your fingers in the hair at the back of his head.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re getting there,” he said, his eyes glued to your lips as his face reddened.

You bit your lip and chuckled, bringing your lips together in the slow urgency of a Sunday morning. The slow, languid movements of his tongue against yours made his hips twitch into you, making you moan, open mouthed, something he swallowed with enthusiasm.

He kissed along your jaw, sitting up a little to suck a bruise into your skin as he moved downward. Lifting your thigh from his waist, you pulled your shorts down a little too urgently, using your feet to pull it the rest of the way once it was low enough. You left it there, under the sheets. Palming his hard cock through the front of his underwear, his hips thrust instinctively into the pressure. A finger found the waistband and you pulled at it, letting it snap back towards the sensitive skin there making his hips jerk once more.

“Aye– go ahead– shit–” he mumbled against your skin, nipping the bruise he’d branded there, right beneath your jaw. Using your other hand, you pushed your underwear to the side as you fished his cock from his underwear. It was heavy, the tip damp with precum as you stroked him, once, twice—

“No teasing,” he said, still sleepy, but firmly, making eye contact, “You don’t beg then tease.”

You shook your head in agreement, thoughts leaving your head as you gazed up at his eyes, slightly red around the corners from sleep. His lips were a little swollen from how he worked them at your skin– red and plump and you glanced downward at them then back up to his eyes as he took himself at the base, rubbing his mushroomed tip through your wet slit.

“Little fuckin pussy’s dripping, huh?” he said, the words strained, “S’gonna feel so fuckin’ good wrapping around my cock, yeah? All tight ‘n needy as I fuck you. You gonna be a good boy and moan for me?”

“Mickey please,” you moaned, slightly whispering into the morning air as your eyes fluttered with pleasure. He pushed himself inside you, agonisingly slow, pushing himself to the hilt.

“God– even better than I’d imagined,” he slurred, from more than sleep as he fought his eyes from rolling back. He set a pace that was slow, something that fit the energy of the cool morning, making your cunt ache with how sensitive his slow thrusts made you. You felt every vein on his cock, every pulse of his cock and balls as he slowed down even further whenever he came close to cumming. You both were making a mess of the sheets, your wetness gathering along your slit, soaking your underwear, dripping onto your thigh before making its way down and onto the sheets below you. Your leg curled around his ass, your pelvis curling upwards to meet every thrust just right—where the skin of his v-line rubbed against your clit perfectly. He got harder inside you, if that was possible, the slight curve of his cock brushing against all the sensitive spots inside you.

“Christ– you feel so fuckin’ perfect, gushing all over my fucking balls like that– yeah, yeah– I feel you tightening up on me. Does that feel good, baby? Tell me who’s making you feel good,” your mouth opened and closed, unable to speak save for the little gasp that escaped. He buried himself to the hilt, thrusting upwards with himself sheathed inside you like that. The sound was embarrassing, open to the air with the duvet that covered you both long gone. You were so wet for him and he loved it, lifting your leg to watch as you gushed around him and made a mess of yourself.

“C’mon, baby. You can do better than that,” he kissed at your open mouth, his hand coming up to wrap around the front of your throat. He came as level with your face as he could with his cock inside you and thrusting on each word he snarled, “Who’s– makin’– you– feel– so– so– good? Huh? You can speak, I know you can, baby. I know you can do it.”

The warmth in your belly coiled and burned, you gasped, “M– Mikey! Fuck– Mikey– gonna cum–”

He smiled, that cocky smile that made you shiver. The hand wrapped around your neck squeezed tighter and his thrusts got faster, shallower; the wet, slick sound made you blush. Was the room getting hotter as the morning wore on or was it just you both?

“Gonna cum on my cock, hm? Yeah– I can feel that lil’ pussy tightening up on me– Christ– shit, fuck, fuck–” his forehead found your shoulder as he moaned, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you breathed his name harshly into the air behind him. Hugging him closer you came; the orgasm, hot and drawn out making your eyes roll backwards as your legs shook. He growled, fucking up into you roughly twice, drawing out your orgasm before pumping his cum into you and onto the opening of your cunt as his cock slipped out of you. A hand grabbed his cock and you continued to jerk him off, a finger playing with the sensitive head and making his hips jerk sporadically.

“Yer a fuckin’ godsend,” he groaned quietly making you giggle. He lifted your leg again, admiring the artwork he’d made of your pussy. You blushed, pushing your face into his neck. He laughed at that, a sudden snort that shook you both. Fixing your underwear and his boxers, he laid half on top of you as you stroked his hair, a little damp with sweat. Checking the time, you were surprised to notice that it read 08:37.

“We sleepin’ in?” he asked, sleepy again, his words whispered. “Or getting some cereal? I love that brand you buy.”

“We could,” you replied, kissing his forehead. He hummed, getting comfortable on top of you, “It’s pretty early.”

“S’all the confirmation I need.”

all feedback/criticism is appreciated! i do not give permission for this and any of my fanfiction to be reposted or translated to any other platform without my consent.

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the page i had mentioned in the reply. also love the idea that foggy has a cringe music taste. i use it myself bc the times there's music relating to foggy it's all wildly different things. he has a brian eno vinyl in his bedroom, and has been seen singing kc and the sunshine band and liz phair

i actually love this so much thank you

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🙈 Matt Murdock

i think matt would have a hard time asking for sex to be about him for once. by nature, he's a giver whether it be as a dom or sub but sometimes he doesn't necessarily want to be a taker where he takes what he wants, but more of a dynamic where he gets what he wants. he knows you'll be able to give him exactly what he needs without him having to ask and it's exactly what he wants in the moment but he has no idea how to ask for that (literally when does he ever know how to acknowledge his own needs though fr)

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