I literally do not care what the Bible says about any political issue. I am not Christian. Christian scripture should have zero effect on my life or my personal freedoms.
Comparing me to other women is not a compliment. Saying “you’re the hottest woman here” or “you’re different from other women” is not flattering. I don’t need to be better than other women to be awesome, and we shouldn’t always have to be in competition.
Note, I am finding these threads on the twitter feeds of ICU nurses who are now dreading the horrors that Roe falling will bring to their hospitals. This, on top of the horrors that they’ve seen and continue to see because of the pandemic. They were already exhausted and hanging by a thread.
ppl being like “abortion is okay only if you took all the “correct” measures first or if you were impregnated non-consensually” SHUT UP! abortion for “sexually promiscuous” people and sex addicts and ppl you call sluts and whores and people who have one-night stands and every single person who had sex because they felt like it! you do not have to reach a quota of suffering to “deserve” an abortion. abortion is not something you earn. abortion isn’t a moral thing like you protestants like to think it’s a fucking right and everyone deserves access to it and they don’t have to prove that they deserve it. pregnancy is not a punishment for sex and every single person deserves the right to terminate a pregnancy regardless of how they became pregnant. shut up
summary: matt has a knot in his back, but it’s not the only thing that comes undone when you climb on his back
content: 18+ MDNI fem!reader, p in v, crybaby!reader, reader rides matt, daddy!kink <333
There's a knot in Matt's back. It's been growing for six days, almost a whole entire week! And it makes his every move torturous. Being the prideful man he is, the protector of a goddamn city thank you very much, he refuses to ask for help.
But what he forgets is that his sweet little girlfriend knows him like the back of her hand. You notice, of course, the way he winces when he makes a wrong move, the way his hand seems to subconsciously reach back to soothe over a kink he’ll never be able to reach, and the way he stands under the hot shower for much longer than usual, especially if you’re not down on your knees keeping him there.
It's today, on the sixth day of watching him pretend he’s fine and brush off your worries, that you extend the olive branch. “Y’okay, Matty?”
He's sitting at the foot of the bed, elbows on his knees with a hand kneading at the back of his neck. You, wearing nothing but his ratty old Harvard t-shirt, are on your knees behind him, soothing a comforting hand up and down his bare back while you wait for his answer.
“M’alright, sweetheart,” he murmurs, twisting around to smile reassuringly at you and tip your chin with his knuckles. “Ready for bed?”
With lips pursed and a worried wrinkle between your brows, you narrow your eyes suspiciously at your boyfriend. “Are you lying to me?”
The corner of his lips quirks, and slowly he shifts to stand and lean over your seated frame, hands resting on the mattress on either side of your thighs. “I’m not.” He kisses you, biting playfully at your cheek before straightening up. “I’m gonna shower and then I’ll join you, yeah?”
You watch him, not even the slightest bit amused when he mocks your frown with a mocking one of his own. “Nope, not alright. Get on the bed.”
His brow rises, slightly amused by your commanding tone. This is certainly not how it usually goes. “Say that again?”
You will yourself not to fold, moving to rest fully on your knees to bring yourself closer to his height. You poke at his chest. “On the bed, Murdock.”
Matt huffs out a laugh, pinching at your cheek as he moves to lay on the bed. “You’re lucky I’m tired.”
When he shuffles on his back you click your tongue. “On your stomach, please.”
“Well at least she has manners,” he teases, turning to do as you say.
You give his ass a playful smack, “good boy.”
Matt chuckles into the mattress, moving a hand to pinch at your thigh and smirking at your giggly squeak. “You’re getting too brave, honey. Do I need to reassert my dominance?”
“Mhm,” you smile, moving to the edge of the bed to rummage through your nightstand. Massage oil in hand, you shuffle back across the mattress to straddle his ass. “This will feel good. I promise, baby.”
He hums, feeling the warm liquid drip down on his skin, and then your soft hands spreading it around the large expanse of his back. He groans when you apply pressure on his shoulders, muscles tensing until your hands move down his spine to knead gently at his lower back.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting?”
The sigh he lets out is deep. “S’nothing. It’ll be gone in a couple days.”
You roll your eyes, taking full advantage that in this position he can’t see and scold you for the action. “If you let me take care of you though it’ll be gone sooner.” You bite at the inside of your cheek, mulling over just how far you want to take the lecture. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself, y’know? You have me now. You can trust me.”
There’s a beat of silence before Matt moves to turn, only managing to shift his head sideways since your weight is still on top of him. Even though he can’t see you, he wants you to see the honesty on his face. Reaching for your hand he brings it to his lips, brushing his lips over you knuckles. “I know I can, sweetheart. You make everything better already. I’ll say something next time, I promise.”
While he kisses at your hand, you lean down, clothed breasts pressed to his back, smacking a sweet kiss to his cheek. “You better, Matty. You don’t wanna see me mad. I promise you that.”
He can feel your playful smile against his cheek, and he can’t help but return it with one of his own. “Oh I know. You might be the scariest thing I’ve ever faced.”
You snort, pulling away while the both of you share an exhale of laughter. Hands move back to their rightful place on his back. “Where does it hurt most, Matty?”
“All of it,” he admits with a groan. “But it’s concentrated up on my shoulders,” he moves a hand to point at his upper back, “right here.”
Shifting, you come to sit on his lower back to better reach the spot. The only thing separating your pussy from his back at this point is the flimsy fabric of your underwear, a fact you become hyper aware of as the planes of his muscled back and his pleased groans make heat begin to boil in your belly.
As the time goes on and Matt relaxes into the mattress, you can’t help but shift uncomfortably when wetness begins to pool in your underwear. Your thumbs work diligently to ease the knots in his shoulders, and you watch captivated as the oily skin glistens under the warm lighting of your bedside lamp.
Matt breathes out a chuckle against the pillow. And somehow, that instantly makes heat rush to your cheeks. “What?”
He smiles. “I can feel you, y’know?”
A breath catches in your throat, so you clear it. “Feel me?”
“Making a mess on my back. Didn’t think giving me a message would get you this wet, honey.”
Your hands freeze, and it’s only when your hips also freeze that you realize you’d been unconsciously humping at the ridges of his back. With a muted gasp, your hands fly to your chest, cradled around nothing like you’re holding an injured bird. Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, and you quickly shift so you’re no longer touching him, hands now on your heated cheeks. “M’sorry.”
Even in your panicked state, you can’t help the way your heart flutters at the sight of his dimpled cheek stretching with an amused smile. When he moves to turn, you try to scramble off him to give him space, but his big hands latch on to you keeping you close. “Stay.”
The command goes straight to your core, and of course, you do as he says. Once he’s fully on his back he drags you down to rest on his lower abdomen, the wet fabric of your underwear immediately clinging to his skin and darkening the hair of his happy trail.
Large hands run up and down the pillowy flesh of your thighs, his thumbs kneading at the fat until you instinctively squirm at the feeling. His lips quirk. “Y’gonna ride me, sweetheart? Or do I need to do it for you?”
“Wh—” With fidgety hands, you cling to the hem of your shirt, lip caught between your teeth in a nervous nibble.
His smirk softens, you always were his shy girl, and as much as he likes making you sweat and forcing you to voice all those dirty thoughts only he brings out in you, he thinks it’s about time you get a little treat for being so good to him. He reaches for your hand again, bringing it to his mouth like he always does, but instead of kissing the flesh he bites at your palm. “Only fair you get to feel good after being such a good girl f’me, baby.” The slight stubble on his chin scratches at the soft skin of your hand. “Will you keep being good and do as I say?”
Even though he can’t see it, he can practically hear your obedient little nod. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you scoot back to reach for the hem of his sweatpants, only to be stopped by Matt’s hands on yours once again. “Not my cock, sweetheart.” He grips at your hips and pulls you to rest back on his stomach. “Just like you were doing before, alright?”
“Matt,” you whine, the embarrassment already running hot through your veins at the thought of chasing an orgasm while riding the hard planes of his stomach. Plopping down on his chest, you bury your heated face in his neck, “Jus’ fuck me, please. Been so good, need it.”
His chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he runs a large hand down the line of your spine while the other sneaks under your oversized shirt to grip at your ass. “I know you’ve been good, honey. Always are.” He kisses at the side of your face, smiling against it. “My sweet girl. You need daddy to help you, don’t you?”
And that’s all it takes. The special honorific that never fails to send you straight into a puddle of malleable submission. Your hips grind down against him and you moan into his neck. “Please help me, daddy.”
“Okay, okay,” he soothes, running his fingers under the hem of your underwear that covers your ass. “Get these off, puppy.”
It’s adorable, honestly, the way you scramble to follow his order, all the while keeping your eyes on him as if he might just disappear if you dare look away. After a clumsy display, you finally wobble your way back on top of him, slick pussy lips making contact with his firm stomach and sending zaps of electricity through your body.
Matt’s hands return to their place and start guiding your hips through the motions, grinding them against him while your shaky gasps and needy mewls fill the air of the bedroom. “That feel good, sweetheart?” He mutters, his own voice heavy with lust as he tracks the trail of desire you’re leaving behind on his skin with every movement.
“S-So good,” you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders and hips stuttering when his abs hit perfectly at your swollen clit. “So so good, please.”
“Please what, honey?” he asks, moving a hand to your face, rubbing a gentle thumb over your bottom lip. Your mouth parts, taking his digit in and sucking eagerly at it, teeth nipping slightly when the stimulation to your cunt gets to be too much. He presses down on your tongue, enjoying the way the drool pools around the corner of your lips and drips down your chin. He always did love making you his little braindead baby. “Already giving you what you need.”
Your teary eyes make appearance as they flutter open, a pained look on your face as you buck against him with a whine. How did you even end up here? You were meant to give your boyfriend some love and affection because he was hurting, and yet somehow he managed to have you panting and begging for him to make you cum. Thinking better of it, you don’t even know why you’re surprised.
“M-Matty,” you cry, fisting at his sides in desperation. His face softens, but there’s still an amused smile on there loving every bit of your insanity. He removes his thumb and holds it to your lips. “Get it wet for me then, angel.”
Spit pools between your lips before it drips on to his thumb, and once he finds it wet enough he moves it down the valley of your breasts until he can toy with your clit. The first touch sends you whimpering, thighs shaking with strain since your spoiled body is not used to doing all the work.
It doesn’t take long before your body starts twitching, hips picking up pace when you see your orgasm barrelling towards you. Matt helps you through it, one hand stimulating your clit just the way you like it, while the other sneaks around you to grip at the base of his cock, doing his best not to come in pants.
When you come, you come with a sob. Thighs shaking around him as he refuses to let you pull away, making you ride it out on his stomach while he pulls you down for a kiss he knows you need. His arms wrap tight around you, licking into your mouth while you cling to his frame. “Get my cock out, pretty.”
The soft daddy you exhale against his neck as you go to move goes straight to his groin. Sliding a hand between your bodies, you sneak past his waistband and grip at his length. It’s already hard, and your thumb rubs gently at the sensitive head, collecting the small beads of precum before bringing it to your mouth. He groans at your satisfied moan, not needing to see to know the sight is downright pornographic.
His fingers tease at your folds, up and down. “Do I need to stretch you out, sweetheart?” He asks, but by then he’s already knuckle deep inside you. You pull at his wrist.
“No,” the whine is spoken against his lips. “M’ready, Promise, Matty, please. Jus’ want you inside me.”
There’s nothing the man can do when he can hear the pout in your pretty words. He sighs, giving his fingers a couple good pumps for his own sake before pulling them out and lining up his cock. “Take it then, angel. Take my cock, you know it’s yours.”
Your muscles tense around him. Head buried in his chest, you struggle to lower your hips, not used to this angle since your daddy usually haves you on your back, taking everything he has to give you like the spoiled princess you are. Matt has one hand in your hair, pulling comfortingly at the roots, while the other grips at your ass, pulling you up and down to ease you onto his length. When he bottoms out, you both moan into each other’s mouth.
The muscles in your thighs ache with effort as you work to bounce on his cock, laboured breathing and quiet grunts muffled against Matt’s skin.
“You can do it, puppy,” he coos, helping you out by gripping tight at both ass cheeks and moving you up and down. With his help, it becomes easier to chase your orgasm, his lower stomach rubbing deliciously against your clit with every grind.
Matt runs a finger between your cheeks, teasing gently at the puckered hole so you clench tight around him. Dipping down into the desire pooling around his cock, he brings the finger back and bullies his way knuckle deep into your ass. The feeling is familiar but no less overwhelming as he claims your mouth and works you hard. The sound of skin against skin combined with your sweet little mewls and his deep groans make for the best soundtrack to your coming undone.
“Daddy. S-So good,” you cry, tightening around both his cock and his finger. Your hands cradle his face, leaning closer so your noses rub together with every thrust into you. You babble on, drunk on the feel of him. “I love you so much, so so much, daddy.”
He moans as you continue to cry against him, pretty tears dripping down your face and onto his collarbone. “Sweetest fucking girl,” he grunts, bucking up into you when your legs stop working. “tightest pussy, and s’all mine, right sweetheart?”
“Yours,” you agree, “all yours.” With glassy eyes, you cling to him as he fucks you both towards your climax. First you with a broken sob, and soon after him with a loud curse and a bruising kiss to your lips.
As you both come down, he lets you snuggle into his chest, cradling your exhausted body in his arms while he indulges in some nuzzling of his own. He runs his hands over your back, and up and down your thighs, soothing the sore muscles while murmuring sweet praises into your ear. “You were so good for me, puppy. Made my back all better, like the sweet girl you are. Then took my cock like only you can.” His tone is soft and bordering on a coo, but he can’t help the way his instinct to care for you always flares up after he’s balls deep inside you. “Couldn’t dream of anyone better for me even if I tried. So perfect.”
After a while, he feels you shift so your chin is resting on his chest. Heated face and glassy eyes stare up at him like he hung the fucking moon. “That was supposed to be about you. Jus’ wanted to make you feel better.”
Matt smiles and bucks his hips, making you whimper at the sensitivity and cling to him. He runs a soothing finger down the bridge of your nose and tucks flyaway hairs behind you ear. Reaching down, he stamps a sweet kiss to your lips before settling back against the mattress, swaddling your body close to his. “Trust me, sweetheart. This is the best I could ever feel.”
In a moment, he’ll clean you both up. But for now, he allows himself to feel like the luckiest man alive.
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