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|| Good Girls Finish First ||

Matt Murdock x Afab reader

Warnings: The Hard Fucking. All the pet names. Praise. Minor denial, minor cum eating. All the good stuff.

Author's note: a follow up to the Kinktober Praise Kink fic that you guys seemed to really like 🥹

Thud-thud-thud-thud.

You don't know what's louder, the banging of the bed frame against the wall or the hard beating of your heart in your chest. The secondary thrum of hot blood pulsing between your thighs almost feels like it could drown them both out.

"Mmn… M-Matt!"

Your hands are bound tightly to the bed with his work tie, it feels like you've been here for hours. Yet you can't stop him, wouldn't want to, even with your safeword agreed beforehand. You're willingly prone for him, on your knees, your fingers white knuckled, gripping around the railing as much as you can to push back against him as his cock plunges in and out of you so fucking deep. There's so much sound, so many points of stimulation chasing and manipulating you both towards the peak of pleasure. The hot skin of his pelvis and thighs smack so loud against your ass every time he thrusts inside, and the creak and slam of the bed provide the baseline to your personal symphony of sinful, desperate noises.

Matt's ears burn with the sheer carnality of it all. You'd been quiet, shy, and restrained with him up until now, when he'd coaxed your desires out from so deep within you with simple, truthful words of praise.

Oh, and his fingers.

You opened up for him in ways he had only dreamed of, those kinds of dreams that left him panting, hard and wet, aching for you to admit what you wanted, to let go. He'd willfully been so patient as you became more comfortable with him each time you were together, content to let you lead, just until he saw that you needed that little push… a couple of words that flipped a hidden switch in you.

"Oh- oh fuck… harder Matt! Fuck me harder, please!"

He can't help the grin that splits his lips as he gives you what you want, slamming into your sweet warmth with relentless devotion. Even more of your slick wetness coats his cock and drips down his balls as his hand roams over your body, cupping and massaging each of your breasts, making your breathy little gasps clip off as he toys with them, his rough fingertips grazing over your nipples.

"Does that feel good? You like it like this?" He growls deep right by your ear, lips brushing the spot just under the love and sending electric shivers cascading up and down your spine.

He knows the answer even before your almost guttural moan hits his ears in response.

"Oh you're taking me so well," he breathes, struggling to contain the urge to release more of the wildness that's clawing to get out. Your pussy flutters maddeningly around his cock at the praise and he has to slow down. "Fuck sweetheart, so fucking good for me aren't you?"

His questions may well be rhetorical but you answer every one breathlessly, your back arching and thighs shaking at the delicious pull and push of your devil's wicked need within you. You'll never know how but he makes you feel all of life's contrasts. Goodness, depravity, trust, desecration, worship. Every one of them is a simultaneous offering and imposed need.

As the thought floats through your mind a loud whimper escapes you that causes Matt to halt. He caresses you tenderly, his lips a soft brush on your shoulder as he drapes himself gently over you. He might enjoy fucking you hard but he'd never want to cause you discomfort.

"Tell me what's wrong, do you want to stop?"

"I- I want to see you, need to see you…"

"Of course sweetheart." He kisses a trail down your back as he gently pulls out, his hands immediately reaching for the tie. Once your wrists are unbound, you gingerly turn to face him, body slightly stiff but leaning into the way his hands and mouth work to soothe you. You tilt your head to his and when your tongue slips between his parted lips you feel him moan, your fingers coming up to slide through his hair and push him by his chest, guiding him to take your place. He goes where you want him, ecstatic that you're asking for what you need.

You sit straddling his thick thighs, content for a moment watching the curl of his fingers slowly work up and down the length of his cock. He licks his lips, biting down on the lower one as he knows you're watching, sensing your own hand sliding between your legs.

"Mmn, is that better angel?," he almost purrs as he can hear the movement of your wet fingertips teasing your already swollen clit. You rock your hips a little against your hand, watching his grip tighten and strokes get faster, the fact he's lubricated by your slick just turns you on even more.

"Look so good, Matty, so pretty…" you whisper, inching yourself closer until the head of his cock is bumping against your folds. He holds himself back, eager to follow where you lead.

"Such a pretty cock…"

Matt chuckles, a faint blush creeping up his neck and he lets out a contented gasp as you reach for him, letting his own hand fall away as you take over, stroking him steadily and not missing the drip of precome that leaks from the tip. As you pull your hand up you smear it around with your thumb making it glisten and shine.

"Fuck…" he murmurs, eyes closing at the sensation.

"Matty, does it feel good?" You ask him, turning the tables on the game of praise he's been playing with you. He hums, and you can feel his cock throb in your hold as he gives over to your command. You keep jacking him off slowly. "Bet it felt good when you were inside me, didn't it baby?" you tease, rubbing him over your clit again and he groans, nodding as his brows knit together.

"Oh sweetie, nothing feels better…" he says.

You nudge forward so you're directly over him, lining him up with your needy pussy. His hands grab onto your hips and his mouth drops open as you sink down with a long sigh and he's filling you again. You clench around him making him gasp and dig his fingers into your soft flesh as you lean down, your voice a light whisper.

"Fuck me like this Matt, make me cum on your pretty cock." you tell him, your hand sliding back into his disheveled hair and tugging his head back as you begin to slowly grind your hips against his, your tongue licking a stripe up his throat. He gasps, swearing again, lips pulling up into a smirk as you ride him.

"Yeah, that's my girl," he pants out, his hips thrusting upward to meet yours, noting how you lose rhythm as he says it. "Mm, so beautiful, so fucking sexy. You know how it makes me feel when you tell me what you want."

You tug on his hair again releasing a feral growl from deep in his chest, fucking up into you harder with every stroke. You guide his hands over your breasts, whining as he kneads them, feels them bounce as you fuck yourself on him.

"Please, please Matty, I want to cum so bad-" you keen.

"I know…" he moves you gently, placing a hand at your lower back to urge you closer and tilt your pelvis forward so you could get more stimulation against his body.

He licks his first two fingers, sliding them between you to gently rub little circles on your clit. "There you go angel."

It feels fucking amazing and you moan loudly, riding him faster.

"Nngh- that's it honey, just like that." Matt groans, "Take what you need."

The pleasure you're feeling is sublime as he fucks you, his fingers touching you exactly the way you need him to. It's an all-consuming, glowing heat at the base of your spine and he just keeps throwing on more fuel.

"Fuck, you're so good for me…"

You're practically wailing now, eyes glimmering with unshed tears that he can taste in the air. He knows when you're close, he always knows, so tightly wound that when he reduces the pressure of his fingers, only tracing delicately around your clit but not touching directly, you whine with an agonising need.

"Maaaatt!" You sob, your fingers grasping at his chest and hands, begging him for the orgasm that is held just out of your reach. He smiles with a smug satisfaction that you almost want to slap off his face but you can't, not when he's holding the key.

"Use your words sweetheart, I promise I'm gonna make you feel so good, just use your words for me."

You can only whimper in response, completely cock drunk as he changes the angle of his hips and starts hammering right into the spot in you that makes you howl and cry out. He's got you where he wants you, right on the precipice. He was playing with you, seeing how far he could take it, and you were about to explode.

Just one… last… little…

Push.

"Only good girls get to finish first, are you my good girl? Hmm?"

You moan, your entire body shuddering and shaking with how worked up he has you, knowing your weakness, how to make you melt.

"Y-yes Matty, yes…" you choke out, "I'm y-your good fucking girl!"

"You are. Now cum for me, kitten," he growls, feeling your pussy squeeze around him at his darkened tone. "let me hear you scream for me."

You were gone, sobbing with pleasure and relief rippling through your body as his thumb glides over where you need it most, breaking apart, screaming his name out as you cum, just like he asked.

Matt's hands hold firm to your hips, rutting into you, your soft, tight, velvety walls clenching around him have him giving up any sliver of remaining control he might have had left.

"You're mine, mine…"

"yours..." you affirm, lucid enough to watch wide-eyed at how the muscles in his jaw clench and relax, his lips parting to release his strained gasps, the deep heave of his chest, the way his abs twitch and contract with every uncontrollable spasm as he spills deep into you, his hips rolling and stuttering while he cums and doesn't stop fucking you until you tell him to.

You lie breathless on top of him, cheeks damp with tears, quiet murmurs from your lips as he places the most gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck. When he softens you shakily dismount, now highly aware of the mix of both your mess leaking from between your thighs. You sit up and he reaches there, gathering some on his fingers and bringing them up to your mouth.

You suck them clean without question, tasting you together on your tongue. He swiftly rolls you underneath him, giving you a gorgeous smile before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

Good girl.

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This is SOOOOOOO GOOD oh me oh my

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

¬ this man's chain makes me feral if you couldn't tell...

¬ warning(s): smut (p in v sex), mention of bodily fluids, fluff, chain kink (is that a thing?), fluffy!carmy; this work is 18+. minors dni.

it’s pretty and shines, even in the low light of your bedroom, as carmy drives himself impossibly deeper inside of you.

“oh, god,” carmy chokes out. he’s trying not to break eye contact with you but it’s too good. you feel too good and it’s driving him crazy.

“right there,” you whimper out over a heated breath just after carmen tilts his thrust an inch to the left. you reach up and tangle your finger with the chain that swings back and forth above you. “shit, carmy.”

“right there?” carmen repeats back to you, a slight tease in his voice, which he pairs with a slightly harder drag of his hips.

the squelching sound almost has him cumming right then and there, but he forces himself to hold it. he grinds even deeper inside of you because he needs you to come with him. he needs to feel you squeeze and pulse around him as his body ripples with the waves of his own pleasure.

his golden skin shines with a slight sheen as he keeps a steady pace. his eyes are an entrancing blue, and small strands of his hair have parted, taken to falling in front of his face.

a punched breath leaves both of you every time he slides inside your dripping center. he can barely rasp out, “you’re so gorgeous, baby. love how you feel around me, you know that? feels amazing. fuckin’ perfect. you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

you smile as best you can at his words, and gently pull carmen down by the chain you’re still toying with. he shows his hips, only for a moment, to meet his lips with yours. the arm holding him up relaxes slightly so he can kiss you even deeper.

“i love you,” he whispers after pulling away, running a delicate finger down the side of your face. his eyes dance across your face, exploring all of the things he’s come to adore. “so fuckin’ much.”

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Matt Murdock: *breathes*

me:

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mcu has never been this sexy ​thank you for your service matt murdock

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Delirious || m.m.

Pairing: matt murdock x afab!reader

Summary: you've been working so hard that every night you come home barely able to speak, so someone finally decides to make you moan.

Includes: lil bit of fluff, SMUT, no gendered language, no y/n, in his lap, fingering, clit play, masturbation

Words: 1.4k

A/N: I meant for this to be longer, but I wrote less and less for it over time, so I figure I should just post! Please like and reblog if you enjoy it, and let me know if you want a part 2! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: MINORS DNI. I do not condone the theft of content I create and share. 

You're exhausted.

You're used to it by now: arriving home at the end of the day practically sleepwalking. You started at a new job a few months ago and you're being worked to the bone, so much so that as you walk in the door to your and Matt's apartment, you feel whatever adrenaline that was keeping you functional flee your body and your legs become jelly.

Tonight, your exhaustion is hitting you especially hard as a culmination of the past months not only of work, but of isolation. You're always asleep hard and fast by the time Matt returns from his nightly patrol. And your early mornings of quick showers and instant coffees couldn't be more solitary.

You miss Matt's touch: the way your bodies used to brush as you maneuvered around each other in the kitchen, the way his warm chest contained you when you curled up to him on the couch, the way his fingers lingered on your skin at any time.

You know he misses it too. He used to feel you up any way, anytime, anywhere he could. He must be as starved as you are.

You dazedly drop your bag and toss your keys in a bowl by the door. You're delirious with a mix of utter fatigue and radiating hunger: you could barely keep your eyes open all day and every time they shut, you saw the most delectable images of Matt. But you're too weak to act on it, this hunger. You don't even notice that Matt's splayed out on the couch you're wearily approaching. As you collapse partly on the couch, partly on Matt, you hear a soft hey.

You jump a little at his greeting—you weren't expecting him to be home—but a part of you relaxes at the realization of his presence. His comforting, safe presence.

"Matty…" you half-yawn, adjusting into his open arms. His hands come up to your shoulders and begin massaging. You had no idea how sore you were before he laid his hands on you, and now he's working you right into heaven.

"Long day?" He asks, before dipping to place a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Yeah…god, yes. Long day. Why are you home?"

"For you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. He's already laying it on thick. You were melting into his hands before, but now you're starting to drip. He slides his hands under your shirt and brings them up to work on your back. You can't help the sighs beginning to escape at his every press, gentle moans at his every knead. Your eyes are shut, your mouth open, head lolling back onto his shoulder.

"If you keep making those noises, this is going to turn into something else very quickly," he admits, falling into a low growl by the end. You can't comprehend anything but the flood of arousal through every inch of your body at what could only have been an invitation. All you know is you're hot and aching and he can probably feel it.

"Okay," you whisper, not sure you can manage more.

"Hmm?" He prompts, wanting a little more certainty.

"Okay, Matt," you rasp out before weakly moving to lift your shirt up. Matt's hands follow yours and you raise your arms so he can slide your top off. He unclasps your bra and your chest is soon bare to the chill atmosphere of the apartment—a heavy contrast to the warmth consuming your bodies everywhere they connect.

His hands wrap around your breasts, kneading gently. You would have been asleep minutes ago if you weren't vibrating with lust. He brushes his calloused thumbs over your sensitive nipples, circling them. You breathe in sharply, filling your chest with air and arching in the slightest to meet the pressure of his hands.

"So you like that, then," he teases. You know the smirk in his voice. You want to give him what he wants.

"I like anything…I'll like anything, just touch- keep touching me," you reply in a desperate exhaustion, craning your head into his collar and reaching a hand to cradle his neck. His hair feels like downy feathers twisted around your fingers.

His left hand continues working your breast as the right trails down to ghost over your belly and begin toying with the waist of your pants. You bring a hand to rest on his limply, trying to convey the complete lack of energy that's keeping you from helping out.

"I can't, on my…own," you sigh.

"It's okay, let me take care of you," he coos back, using both hands to unbutton and slide your pants down.

You bring your knees up to help him push the pooling fabric farther. His strong hands separate your legs and support them as they fall to either side, exposing your clothed core. He strokes your inner thighs, a teasing gesture. Typical, you think with a smirk. Then the ache becomes painful.

"Please, Matt, please," you say, digging your face harder into his body and bringing your free hand to rest on the soft skin of your breast while the other tugs on his locks once more.

"Beggars can't be choosers, you know." He chuckles while saying it, but his tone stays soft, as if the words leaving him were you deserve this, you know. He moves a hand to your center, framing your pussy with his thumb and index finger and using his palm to hold your thigh down. The other starts lightly tracing you over your panties, moving down from your clit and swirling back up to it several times over. Your panties are damp and you know he must be basking in how they feel on his fingers, how your arousal sweetens the air. Every kiss of his digits to your sensitive clit prompts a useless, weak thrust from you as you try to keep the pressure.

"More…" you sigh, "and off, Matt, my pant-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he begins, "I'm playing with you…"

You giggle. Matt is so effortlessly good at teasing you, and you usually love it. But you both know if something doesn't happen soon, you'll become an irretrievable victim to impending slumber. He pushes your panties down enough to snake a hand in and begin working your clit. He dips a finger in with his other hand and curls up to hit the spot that instantly has you gasping. Now fully submerged in receiving pleasure, you let all manner of moans, whines, and whimpers fall from your lips. With your nose to his skin, you breath in his scent. The smell pairs like a fine wine with the ecstasy only he can bring you.

"Good?" he asks. His voice sounds strained.

"Good, so good, " you respond in a prolonged moan. A deep groan rolls out from his throat. Only now do you realize how hard he is, his cock has been pushing against your body under his sweats for you have no idea how long. His expressions of arousal turn you on further, spurring a warm, tingling lust to spread from your core and settle deep into your limbs.

"I'm c-close," you release in a breath. Matt quickens his pace, using both hands to keep you strapped to himself. As you squirm, he responds in involuntary, stuttering thrusts against your body.

"You’re so perfect," he coos, adding "let it go. I got you."

You burst. Matt works you through your orgasm, the sensation reaching every inch of your being, clouding your mind. You arch and gasp as he stimulates you through the end, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure. You try desperately to catch a glimpse of the man behind you through fluttering eyelids. His face from this angle below him—submissive to his grasp—is poetic. He looks like an ancient statue given a screwed expression of equal parts animalistic desire and awestruck admiration.

Straining to sit up more and turn your head, you connect your lips to his. You feel surprise in the twitch of his lips before they turn to you with purpose and deepen the kiss like there's nothing more urgent in the world. Unable to take any more of the awkward position, you flip yourself and press right into his body. You've spent so long feeling so separate, you want to be as close as possible.

You would inhale the man if you could. And you're just about to.

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Breathing Isn't Easy With You

even though i'm not doing kinktober, I wanted to write breathplay with matt mostly because i want him to choke me and i know he would so yeah- (Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, choking, breathplay, fem!reader, slight degradation lol)

Matt always tries to hold himself back when he’s with you. You’re so good to him, calming and gentle, and Matt hasn’t had a lot of that in his life; he’s always gone without gentleness, without anything delicate. He’s a man with the devil entwined with his soul, he never thought he’d have anything as loving and soft as you.

But you’re all soft curves and skin, gentle lips and loving whispers. You never buy his bullshit, never back down when he tries to push you away, but you’re never rough, never violent. Even after a year together, Matt’s still trying to get used to your patience.

So when you’re in bed together, Matt tries to keep himself under wraps, keep the devil at bay, to treat you the way you deserve. That’s not to say it’s strictly missionary, or slow, or anything like that, but Matt knows he has preferences that would be too much. 

Far too much.

Like the way his wants to fuck you so hard that his fingers leave bruises on your soft hips. How he wants to make you fucking cry from the pleasure, overwhelmed and trying to jerk your hips away from his brutal thrusts. But most of all, how he wants to wrap his hand around your pretty throat, wants to hear how your breathing cuts out white he fucks into your little pussy over and over again.

But he wants to make sure you feel safe, that you won’t get scared, or leave him like everyone else always seems to. It’s about you, and it’s about self-preservation. You’ve buried yourself under his skin, become an intrinsic part of him, and Matt is sure that if you left now, he wouldn’t survive.

So he fucks you carefully, making sure you always feel good, because you always make him feel fantastic. The sex is amazing, it’s always amazing, life-altering, world-ending. He doesn’t need all of his filthy, primal fantasies met.

But sometimes, he can’t help but give in a little. Because, Matt knows, he has always been a selfish man.

You’re so good underneath him, soft and wet, pussy clutching desperately at his cock while he drives himself into you. Matt can feel your back arching up off the bed with his hands on your waist, pretty voice wailing expletives and praises, and “oh, fuck Matt, please. Fuck me harder, fuck, oh shit-”

And, almost absentmindedly, Matt’s hand ghosts up to your throat, splaying a hand over it, feeling you swallow between your whines, your fluttering pulse. It would be so easy, so fucking easy for his fingers to just tighten-

“Matty,” you suddenly whisper, far different from your pretty screams just moments earlier. Matt’s hips stutter, his hand quickly trying to move from its place on your neck. But your hand wraps around his wrist, holding his hand where it is. His hand has gone limp, and he’s trying to hear, to smell if you’re scared, if he’s hurt you. 

But your other hand goes up into his hair, forcing his head down next to yours as you whisper, heart beating obscenely fast, “I want you to choke me, Matty. Please? Will you?”

And Matt nearly passes out then and there. You, sweet, loving, gentle you, want his hands around your neck, cutting off your breathing while he fucks you. He must have died, managed to get into heaven, something, because this is a fantasy, it has to be a fantasy.

“Are-Are you sure, baby?” He manages to stutter out. “I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.”

But Matt can practically feel the warmth of your smile, the comfort of your hand carding through his hair. “Of course I’m sure, Matty. You won’t hurt me, I know it.” The hand on his wrist tightens, pushing his palm further onto your throat. “I trust you Matty,” you murmur, “and I know I want you to choke me while you fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

Matt’s mind goes blank.

His hand tightens around your throat, not restricting your breathing too much, but just enough that it’s just a little harder to get a full breath of air into your lungs. Strong, unyielding. Matt’s hips slam into yours again, your pussy making obscene noises as his cock drives into your sticky cunt.

“Ah-” you barely manage to choke out, eyes clenched shut as he hits your sweet spot in only the way he can. Your legs tighten around his hips, the hand you had in his hair drifting down to his back, nails clutching into him as he fucks you like a bitch.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Matt’s muttering. “Such a fucking slut, wanting my hand on your neck, baby.” Little, aborted whines are still escaping your throat, punched out of you while Matt hammers into your pussy. “Been thinking about this for so long, fucking you like this, fuck. Wanted to choke out that pretty little voice, hear that heart beat so hard for me.”

Matt’s big hand keeps clutching harder around your neck, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe, until you can’t. You can’t fucking breathe, and Matt’s still fucking you so hard, and you’re gonna cum, you’re gonna cum-

Matt can feel your pussy fluttering, needing to cum so bad. He can hear the moment your breathing cuts off as he leans down to whisper, “go ahead and gush around my cock, sweet girl.”

And your vision whites out for a moment, unable to scream with Matt’s hand around your neck, just a choked, garbled sound escaping as you clench down hard around him.

Matt can barely move with how tight you’re clutching him, how hot and wet you are, and he can’t hold back. He releases your throat, relishing in the way you suck air into your lungs around a gasp of his name, and shoots his cum deep into your pussy. It feels like he owns you, marking you as his, just as you own him.

You’re both breathing heavily as you cling to each other, trying to come down from absolute fucking ecstasy. Matt’s whispering little praises of, “you did so good, baby, so gorgeous, so mine,” and “thank you for letting me do that, sweetheart, love you so much.”

And you whisper little I love yous back to him, voice raw and raspy. Matt lays himself onto your chest, tucking his face into the crook of your neck while your hands run through his hair. Still so gentle, still so loving. Matt presses little kisses onto your throat as you both drift off into soft, satisfied sleep.

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matt murdock uses echolocation to find the clit

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Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock DAREDEVIL | World on Fire (1x05)

[ID: Five gifs of Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock in Marvel’s Daredevil. 1. Matt in the police station. He smiles as he speaks to Officer Mahoney. 2. Matt in his apartment, holding a water bottle and talking to Claire Temple. 3. Matt and Foggy standing in front of the door in the Nelson and Murdock office. Matt smiles widely as Foggy speaks. 4. A close up of Matt’s face as he speaks to and patches up Claire. 5. Matt, in his black Daredevil outfit, holds Vladimir Ranskahov by the front of his shirt, about to punch him. Matt releases his grip and lowers his fist, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. END ID.]

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marvel's daredevil - 1.09 charlie cox as matt murdock

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*barks*

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I need Matt making you ride his thigh like I need AIR

"that's right, sweetheart," he groans, words hushed amongst heavy breaths. "c'mon, use me."

the desperation in his voice stirs the embers within your core, sending fire crackling and sparkling up through your veins. your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers slowly creeping behind him to tug on the short hairs at his nape.

slacks and boxers bunched at his ankles, you lower yourself on his bare thigh, both hissing as the wet spot on your panties connects with his warm skin. there's no hiding how badly you want this. well, not with matt, anyway. you're sure he can scent the aroma of your arousal sitting thick and heavy in the air, snaking around his arms in a sinful embrace.

matt whispers your name as you start to move your hips, as you start to roll them back and forth while grinding down onto the hard muscle of his thigh. the friction against your clit, against everywhere you're throbbing, threatens to drop you off the edge already.

his hands wander to your waist to guide your languid movements, and to make you bear down on him with every downstroke. "just like that, angel," he praises, voice rich and smooth in your ear. "just like that."

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Happy sleepover Rhi!

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“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you” with Mikey, please and thank you! ❤️

ericca thank you so much for sending in a delicious prompt! i had so so so much fun with this, i hope you enjoy! 💗💗

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let's have a sleepover at mine!

at arm's length | michael kinsella x f!reader

Your breaths cloud in the cool air, stark white against the cover of the pitch black sky, dim lighting casting long shadows against the adjacent brick wall. Your soft pants turn into muffled moans as you press your mouth into his neck, stubble prickling at your face, inhaling his musky scent as if to commit it to memory.

He chuckles lowly as he slips a third finger inside you, stretching you out impossibly further, teasing out orgasm after orgasm as you drip all over his hand. “D’ya know how wet f’me you are, pet?”

“Shut it, Michael,” you rasp, nipping at his Adam’s apple before flinging your wrists behind his neck, holding him close to you for balance. “I don’t know why we’re doing this. I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

He tsks you as he curls his fingers into the spot that blurs your vision, voice lowering an octave while he looks out around you to make sure no unwanted eyes interrupt your rendezvous. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, shoving his fingers in deeper, “but y’are, aren’t ‘ya? I dunno pet, seems t’me it’s too good to resist.” 

Your lips clamp shut as he knocks you backwards against the wall, getting on one knee to dip his head under your skirt, tongue echoing the circles he drew earlier on your clit with his thumb. “S’okay, you can tell me ‘ya want me. I won’ bite.”

He waits a moment before licking a broad stripe up your centre, smirking against your throbbing clit. “Unless ‘ya wan’ me to.”

#SHIT SHIT SHIT #okay goddamn I wasn’t ready for that

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JOSEPH QUINN for Wonderland Magazine 

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#smut (Vol. 2)

Mad More by @hellsfirekeepsyouwarm

The Bet by @poisondaisy - fluff and smut

Relax by @pinkandblueblurbs - virgin!reader

The Longest Day by @poisondaisy - You help Matt relax after a long day

Stress by @stranger-nightmare - You help Matt relax after a long day

The Devil's Trigger by @wint3r-h3art - a little #angst

Devil's Advocate Part I, Part II by @eatommo - Thinking you'll be away for work, Matt gives up sex for Lent

Sidebar by @peterman-spideyparker - You're nervous waiting for the results of your Bar Exam. Matt distracts you

Devil!matt by @pastafossa - #rough sex

"You taste like fucking candy" by @mattmurdocksscars

The Devil That You Know by @lovelybucky1 - sub!Matt

Pain Point by @letterfromvienna - Matt's #pain kink

Matt can smell you ovulating by @milf-murdock

Lawyer!matt by @letterfromvienna

Too Much Ain't Enough Love by @marvelswh0re

Frustration by @marvelswh0re - Matt's frustrated, you're frustrated, and Frank doesn't know how to fucking knock

"Bend over and spread your legs." by @mattmurdocksscars

Relax by @peterman-spideyparker - poor matt's had a long week, #bj

Embrace It by @peterman-spideyparker - Your first time together

Popsicle by @mindidjarin - Matts eating a popsicle, thats literally it. not technically smut but its still obscene. smut-adjacent, if you will

Glory Be by @idrinkcoffeeandobsess - Matt finds another use for his rosary, #religious imagery, #praise kink

listen carefully by @marvelswh0re - #phone sex

"You like being treated as a doll, don't you?" by @mattmurdocksscars

Do It Again by @coalix - You accidentally punch Matt in the face, not smut but still spicy

Pussydrunk Matt by @twistneteclipse - Matt starts saying hail marys, #religious imagery

Good Boy by @mattmurdocksscars - softsub!matt

Teasing The Devil by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Matt doesn't show at an important event and you get revenge while he's in church, #angst

Let Me Hear You by @stranger-nightmare - Matt encourages you to be a bit louder

hands off by @grippingbeskar - You and matt make a bet who can last longer without touching the other, #mutual masturbation

Slip Up by @peterman-spideyparker - You let the "D" word slip, #breeding kink

lunch break by @briefcasejuice - Office sex with your boss

subdrop by @clints-lucky-arrow - #comfort

Desperation by @letterfromvienna - He really, really shouldn't be doing this.

shut up by @skeletonsslut - Matts got you a bit overstimulated

Mirror sex w/ Matt by @murdocks-devil

Use Your Words by @amchapel - #dom!matt pushes your boundaries

Crossing the Line by @peachyxreads - Professor!Murdock

closer by @idrinkcoffeeandobsess - #love

#an amazing masterlist!! #that I may or may not be on #I’m actually freaking out I’m so flattered

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He know’s what he’s doing to us now🫠

Joseph Quinn: Esquire Singapore

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he's so babygirl coded