#maybe priest!matt ???

[ohitshoneybee]

guess whos finally watching midnight mass and having Thoughts and Feelings (its me, im very normal about father paul (and also hamish linklater))

#i just #i love him so much #oh my god #midnight mass #father paul hill #father paul #maybe its just the catholic guilt that i find hot #cause matt murdock is a walking meat suit of catholic guilt #and also the priest from fleabag #oh dont get me started #andrew scott my beloved

[theconstantine-moved]

what: headcanons for what: the devil devil knocked once | fic idea fando.m: d.are.de.vil c.omic who: matt, claudia (oc), elek.tra notes: for the new run of d.d, idk how i feel about it, but i am laughing at the idea of my oc claudia being like ?? but anywho, these are just rambly thoughts. before the actual 1st c*mic. -_- idk been too tired to write but i felt a need to headcanon thoughts. lol i just thought why not?

though cloud's father was not catholic before he passed, and she followed the same path as him; and later no path at all. claudia's adoptive mother is catholic and i can see cloud knowing a thing or two about catholicism because i see cloud's parents giving the dardashti children freedom to choose. so cloud knows of things, just not all things.

but anyways, cloud finds out matt's a priest through her investigating skills - cause she's a nosy ass, that's her biggest skill - after being left by matt and el.

and she's just like 👀being nosy about where they could be cause she's pretty sure they're dead but wants to make sure. but with them, it makes no sense for them to be dead after what happened, so she's like no...i'm searching. and when she finds matt as a priest, it's like haha YEAH. but what the FUCK.

she visits matt - her under an alias - so he doesn't question it. just takes the sweets she donates to the kids. she's super curious about his memory stuff, especially since she has her own memory shit to work through, but hers is less magic and more science.

but she doesn't press it, because she sees elektra through a window and she takes that as a sign to leave AND fast. seeing as she doesn't want to piss her off.

she meets up with elektra and is like "hello, you..." and elektra is like "you need to let him be" and cloud's like "you need to ...both wake up." and just basically gets a knife close to her neck and she leaves them both alone for a little while.

until, well....she doesn't....lmfao....

because she's so fucking annoying

probably should write it because it'd make more sense written but i haven't written these fools in a while. and writing priest!matt would feel like a challenge dfljlsfl but hmmmm

#noahsficshit* #[ c: claudia dardashti | the devil knocked once ] #[ headcanons: the devil knocked once ] #[ fic idea: the devil knocked once ] #listen this isn't meant to be good this is meant to get the gunk out of my brain. maybe if it read it again i'd have something good to writ #but for now i just have headcanons of cloud being like -.- matt what u doing bud #(also if he's not a priest....i can't read LOL or see) #ooof.

[local-maenad]

I don’t think it’s mentioned enough that Frank was almost about to be a priest in some of the comics. Like the comedic potential one can use for that. All I’m saying

#marvel #marvel comics #the punisher #punisher #frank castle #like IMAGINE #maybe him and idk Amy? yeah Amy #they’re driving and talking #and for whatever reason Frank goes #‘and to think… I was going to be a priest’ #Amy is like #‘:0’ #‘I’m sorry what???’ #oh my god #MATT #FINDING THAT OUT? nxnxn #i want this knowledge used strictly for comedic purposes #occasionally for imagery a #and character study #but mostly for fun #it makes me giggle ok?

[angelltheninth]

Matt Murdock as a Bad Priest

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, religion, church sex, praise, gaslighting, toxic relationship, power dynamics, dirty talk, heavy degredation, masturbating while being watched, blowjobs, rough sex, overstimulstion, clit stimulation, begging, dom!Matt, sub!Reader, priest!Matt

A/N: Never been to so many churches as I have in the past 10 days in Italy.

Priest!Matt who makes it look like he has your best interest at heart but every time you come to his church and tell him of your dirty thoughts he fucks you harder and harder. At one point you moaned so loud it echoed around the church, your knuckles aching from how hard you were holding onto his shoulders.

"Here again so soon, you're quite a sinful whore. It was once a month, twice a month, every week, now you're here every other day, begging for forgiveness as loud as you beg for an orgasm. And I'm the only one willing to hear you out."

Priest!Matt who has you naked in the middle of the church, on your knees, hand interlocked in a prayer as you suck his cock. He's praying for you, for your sinful soul while he watches you swallow and choke on his cock and cum. Only after you made him go soft are you allowed to speak.

"Almost there doll, you're almost there okay? I'll make all your sins go away soon, make me come and we can pray together. Your filthy mouth, I'll make it worthy of talking to Him."

Priest!Matt who tells you to spill all your fantasies before God, on his altair, legs spread open and fingers working between your legs. He doesn't have his cock out but he can see how much you want it, how your eyes look at the twitching bulge and your fingers move faster when he pushes you to look up at Him instead.

"Do not look away from Him, he is the one who needs to see your sinful ways most of all. Confess to it, all your wants and lust, how you touch and play with your slutty cunt every night you don't have a cock in you. Tell him how you open your legs for me, how you seduce me, how you want to be my cocksleeve."

Priest!Matt who has you on your knees, him thrusting roughly into you from behind as you both look at Him. Only Matt has a smug grin on his face while you're a wheeping mess as his hand comes to press against your clit.

"Think He will forgive a whore like you? Maybe if you were here every day so you don't have time for your sins. I would help you darling, embrace you, love you, love this messy pussy that's made for cock and nothing else."

Priest!Matt who fills your pussyhole with hot loads of cum. Your fingers are already inside you the moment he pulls out, fucking the white, sticky fluid back into yourself. Matt can't help but laugh at the pathetic mess you are.

"Can't go without cum inside you, even here. Thst's alright. You have a lot more time before you meet Him. What do you say we walk hand in hand until then? I will do my best to grant you both pleasure and salvation."

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil headcanon #daredevil x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel x female reader #marvel smut #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons #mcu smut #mcu x female reader

[someplace-darker]

Kinktober Day 7: Costumes | Matt Murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.7k (this is going to be the longest one)

Warnings: 18+, PWP, costumes, a lot of sacrilegious activities, party sex, dirty talk, no protection (wrap it!!), afab reader but no pronouns are used, maybe slightly ooc matt but i am too tired to care. it's porn.

Summary: You may have fucked up on picking costumes for Marci's Halloween party, but at least Matt looks hot, right? Surely this won't awaken anything in the two of you- right?

A/N: Hi! I kind of got carried away on this one, there's probably a lot off repeat phrases, but this is the late day 7 and the late day 8 should be coming tonight as well but if not: oops. Also cmon, i had to make it a priest costime.

It had taken months of begging and persuasion to get Matt to even consider putting on a costume for halloween. Much less a shitty priest costume that you had snagged from the local party shop two hours before Marci’s ‘ghoul gala’ party. You’re not exactly sure how to tell Matt what the two of you will be going as, the ‘hot nun’ costume you snagged alongside his currently laying on his bed in front of you as you contemplate your options. 

“It could be worse,” you nearly jump out of your skin, having forgotten you called Karen for help, her slightly glitched voice coming through your phone. Sighing, you pick up your costume and open the packaging, allowing the spandex like material to fall out onto the sheets. It’s incredibly skimpy considering what it’s portraying, the slats on the long skirt allowing most of your legs to be visible. Obviously the holy grail of it all, the wimple cutting off at your collarbones to allow a deep V to run down your chest “how can it be worse than this Karen, truly. I mean I could spit on a bible, maybe then-” 

“You’re being dramatic, I’m sure Matt will love it.” 

“I think Matt is going to have a stroke, but I appreciate your enthusiasm,” you remark dryly, biting back a smile when Karen snorts. 

“Well he just left the office not too long ago so he should be back to you soon. Marci’s thing starts in about an hour, Foggy left the office in costume so I assume he’s more than stressed about it.”

“Oh i’m sure he’ll feel better when we get there,” you laugh, perking up when you hear the door click shut “Matt just got home, i’ll see you at the party okay bye!”

“Was that Karen?” Matt asks, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Yeah,” you speak, voice tight as you prepare yourself to tell him about your outfits for the night. He notices immediately, concerned questions spilling from his mouth and you brush off each one, assuring him that you’re okay before pulling from his hold to grab his packaged costume. You turn back and hold it out in front of him, biting your lip when he takes it from you, squeezing the plastic that encloses it. 

You take the chance as soon as he begins to open it “don’t be mad at me.”

Matt pauses, sunglasses turning in your direction as he sighs “what did you do?”

-

The venue was huge, and you suddenly understood why Marci had spent so much money on it. You had been correct about Foggy’s mood improving when you showed up, the neutral look on his expression immediately turning into one of disbelief and elation. “You’re kidding me,” Foggy laughs, walking directly to Matt and pulling him into a hug before holding him back at arm's length. Matt is tense, you can feel it, but god he looks so hot, so you can’t find it in yourself to be that worried. The clerical collar accentuates the muscle and veins in his neck, adam's apple bobbing against it when he leans toward you to speak. “At least act like you’re not getting wet right now,” Matt grits his teeth, his volume dropped low enough so only you can hear.

Foggy’s voice is immediately drowned out by the rush in your ears, your thighs clenching together, his words like a warm rush through your body. “I need a drink,” you manage to spit out, weaving through the group of people until you reach the cooler on the opposite side of the room, pulling a seagram and beer from the ice. You’re half tempted to climb in, just to cool the heat that is spreading to the end of all your limbs and maybe clear your head. The beating in your chest is rapid, heavy thumps against your ribcage as your heart repeats what Matt has just said to you over and over and over, and you know for a fact that he’s listening to it purely because of the smirk that tugs his lips as you walk back towards him. 

“Fancy a drink, father?” you raise your voice over the music to tease, handing the bottle to him with a bit more force than intended. Matt doesn’t know what he expects to feel when father slips off your tongue with such carnality, but lust was not one of them. It burns fiery in his chest, everything he has ever been taught about Thou shall not covet suddenly thrown out the window. You see the dilemma in the shape of the sharp inhale Matt takes, jaw clenching tight enough to see the muscle work.

“You’re treading an incredibly thin line here, sweetheart,” Matt warns, hand going to rest on the base of your spine before pulling you flush to his . The open slats of your costume causes your legs to brush against his pants, the thin fabric not doing much to cover the feeling of his hardening cock against you. “What?” you say breathlessly, hoping the thumping of music will drown out everything you say “you can’t handle it father? Do you need me to confess my sins?” The pressure against your lower back increases, as does your heart rate. 

“You don’t need to confess them,” Matt replies smoothly “I’ll fuck them out of you.”

There’s a moment of pause as you gasp and Matt’s head cocks to the side as he focuses on something, bottle being taken from your hand and set on a table, his glasses nearly black mixed with the deep red lighting of the room. Grabbing your hand, Matt begins to tug you to the back of the venue, passing by people with ease and you hope that it’s too dark for anyone to notice the blind man leading you instead of the other way around. Soon enough he’s at a door, twisting the handle and pulling you inside. It’s a washroom, also bled in the same crimson lighting as if a bloodied glass was placed in front of your eyes. It’s giving you a headache. 

“Is this what you wanted? Play a game of blasphemy until I get fed up and make you feel good?” Matt twists the lock on the door and presses you forward until your thighs hit the sink, his breathing ragged and heavy against your back. The costumes may have been unplanned, but your choice of words throughout the night had not. This is what you wanted, but the admittance of it out loud seemed more like desecration than anything else. You do it anyway.

“Yes,” you grin, pressing your ass back into him. Pride blooms in your chest when he chokes out a moan, fingers frantically pulling the skirt up to bunch at your waist before undoing his belt and pants. Matt’s hand rests between your shoulder blades, pressing you forward to bend over the porcelain. You blink back the haze in your eyes glancing up at the mirror inches in front of your face to peek at him, the sight of the clergy shirt ridden up his stomach revealing his hand fisting his cock enough to make you whimper. 

You’ve never seen Matt so worked up before, and something tells you this is a subject you’ll have to tap into again at a later time. Right now though, he’s pressing into you slowly, lip caught between his teeth as he focuses on the feeling of your cunt taking him in. “Made for me,” he murmurs before pulling his hips back just the slightest to press in further than before. 

The counter digs into your legs with each roll of his hips, moans tumbling past your lips with no hesitation, your body responding to him as it always does. “Oh my god Matty, so good,” you whimper, eyes pinching shut. No one has ever made you feel like Matt has, romantically or physically, the call of his body always pulling a response from yours. Your hands press against the tiled wall, eyes blinking open and glancing over him in the reflection catching the quick dip of his head, his hips stalling momentarily. 

One hand leaves your hips to grip the white collar, pulling on it “gotta be quiet now sweetheart, someone’s waiting outside.The music is loud, but so are you.” Once it tugs free he reaches around to your face, holding it in front of your mouth. “Bite,” he instructs, voice ragged and terse. You do, clenching your teeth onto it to keep from crying out when his hips slam back against you. Your pussy clenches around him as your knees shake, the only thing keeping you from falling being the sink you’re bent over.

“Being so good sweetheart, need you to cum for me,” Matt moans, almost unheard through the ringing in your ears and hum of the outside music. Small shocks spark along your skin when his fingers find your clit, rubbing and applying pressure that has you keening, face falling forward to press against the cool metal of the faucet. He knows exactly how to play you like an instrument, knows how to make you sing the prettiest songs for him like this, and he knows it. You can hear his cocky chuckle when your legs begin to shiver, hands slipping from their spot on the wall.

Everything seems to slow except for your breathing, your orgasm racking up your spine and down your legs, inching through to your fingers and it takes everything in you to keep the collar clenched in your mouth as to not alert whoever may be lurking by the door. Matt praises you through it, slowing his thrusts but not stopping, waiting until he knows you’re coherent enough to hear him to speak. 

“That’s it, baby, you did so amazing,” Matt leans forward to press a kiss to the back of your head, pulling the white fabric from your lips “think you can do another?” He rolls his hips into yours once more, hitting something inside you that makes the red lighting of the room turn to white. You hum, pushing back against him.

“Yes, father.”

#kinktober #my writing #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fic #daredevil smut #priest!Matt murdock #not really but kind of #it's a costume #i am so exhausted

[notbecauseofvictories]

what have you been watching/reading/listening to recently? i love your media opinions

I have terrible media opinions, but thank you for asking anyway!

WATCHING My latest fascination is with Netflix's 1670, a mockumentary comedy set in early modern Poland. There's something about a irreverent historical comedy that always finds me where I live---I loved season two of Miracle Workers for that exact reason, plus The Little Hours. Even The Court Jester, though that one is more just because I love Danny Kaye.

1670 is very funny, filmed Office-style with asides and pointed looks to the camera. Nobleman Jan Paweł is familiar, a trusty blend of ignorance, bluster, and unintentional comedy; rounding out the group is his ultra-devout wife, a lazy eldest son, his second son, a scheming priest who wants to climb the Catholic ranks and has a taste for torture, his over-educated over-liberal daughter, and a handful of locals---including Maciej, from Norway, who is apprenticed to the blacksmith on a study abroad program. There's a particularly good scene where his daughter starts crusading against climate change---but the people of the town stop listening when she announces it will happen in 480 years.

"Thirty years sounds more terrifying. We'd definitely do something then," one of them says, staring down the lens of the camera.

READING I think one of the strangest bits of growing older is the realization that the world is growing older with you. For example, I just read Mattie Lubchansky's Boys' Weekend, which is a charming, unsettling dystopian graphic novel in its own right---however, it also forcibly punted me back to about 10 years ago, when I loved Matt Bors and The Nib and was thrilled by the idea that the Sunday funny pages might give way for their 2.0 cousin.

That world has gone away, been eaten up---something the novel touches on, ironically. Still, it's surprisingly affective to think that Lubchansky and I have been moving forward all this time, each in our separate ways. That even now, a decade later, I can pick up a library book and know their lineart at a glance.

LISTENING Lately, I can't get enough of Larry & Joe---a fusion band, made up of a USian banjo picker and a Venezuelan master of musica llanera. Their music is a delight, and dovetails with some of my other favorites. (I do still listen to the album fusing Chinese folk music and Appalachian old-time, and I love that playlist of metal music from many cultures.) There's something that gets me about musicians swapping sounds this way---maybe because it's the same thing that created so many music genres in the first place. And if you've been following me long enough, you know I'm weak for a huge, weird, mess of people making noise.

#from the bookshelf #I also watched the entirety of Bob's Burgers while working on Christmas gifts #but I don't have more to say about that #other than I enjoyed myself immensely and it's a very fun show

[historia-vitae-magistras]

5, 8, 11, 15 for Mattie if you’re still doing the ask game 🥹

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

Baby's first pair of skates are still in a museum somewhere. There's a very playful, puckish part of Matt that's a bit of a hellion even when he's got clothes on. The French Regime had to ban ice skating in the streets because teenage boys kept plowing into priests and then skating away before being caught. Baby Matt cackling as he skates circles around anyone who dares challenge him in his own domain, and adult Matt smirks a bit as he outskates Jan is a rare nice moment I'm willing to grant him lmao.

8) What kind of car they would drive. 

I feel like he drove some piece of shit until the government made him replace it with something electric or at least with better gas mileage. Probably something that looks like a clown car with his giant gangly ass getting in and out.

11) This character’s favourite piece or pieces of clothing. 

Besides the coffee and cumstained hoodie he's been wearing on and off for two weeks at any given depressive episode? Things that were purchased or made specifically for him. François would purchase and ship clothes over occasionally, or governors or his guardian would be given a budget. Still, the French fabric industry was shit for the wintery needs of a few acres of snow. Mercantilism said there was no legal way to get better wool, so most people smuggled theirs from New York. English merchants made a killing in wool fabric. A shortcut Arthur took to get Matt on his side and keep him there was clothing him. Not so nicely that anyone would mistake Matt for Arthur's child. And as petty as he is, probably unflattering or plain colours Francois would find offensive. But English boots were better than anything produced in New France; they took skates much better, ice skates that the English imported from the Dutch. A solid wool coat, even if it was a shitty colour with buttons, Matt hadn't hacked off in slides from a deer horn himself? That had him very pliable and obedient. He's a bit of a fucken loser (affectionate), and if anyone makes him anything, it will be his favourite item of clothing until it's literally falling apart. He's got a very nice shawl collar sweater with horn toggles that's been out of fashion for 40 years, but he won't stop wearing it for love or money until it's disintegrated.

15) What cologne or perfume they would use

Those around him are lucky when he doesn't smell like roadkill. Probably something incredibly basic though. Maybe something like Zoologist's Beaver (I'm not even joking thats a real thing.)

#the ask box || probis pateo #matthew || my country is winter

[farfromstrange]

Lizzi's Kinktober 2023

Day 13: Roleplay

October 28th, 2023

Main Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: You and Matt sneak into the church for a little roleplay.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ MINORS DNI), religious imagery, blasphemy (like, this is blasphemous beyond compare), blowjob in a church, mentions of oral afab!receiving, mentions of body worship, roleplay (Matt plays a priest), hair pulling, face-fucking, wrong use of a confessional booth

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/n: I... I need holy water.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…”

This is wrong. This is so wrong. But if it’s wrong, why does it feel so right?

It is filthy, perhaps even perverted, but you can’t help it.

You are doomed. 

He is the apple and the snake that compelled Eve to break the most important rule in the Garden of Eden. He is the forbidden fruit and the devil himself. You weren’t supposed to have a bite of him, and still, you did because he was so convincing. He drew you in from the first word spoken between you. He compelled you to take the apple, and now you are doomed. 

Matt is sitting in the confessional booth. There is not a single soul in sight other than your doomed person, on your knees in front of him. He doesn’t need the robe to appear like a priest. He’s dressed in all black, and his demeanor reminds you of the men you have so often seen giving sermons on TV. 

What you are doing should guarantee you a place in hell, but right now, you couldn’t care less. 

“What do you need to ask forgiveness for?” he asks you.

His hand rests on the back of your head, keeping your head close to his clothed crotch. 

You swallow. The rain outside is hitting the church windows. You broke in, which is a crime, but kneeling before the man you love and asking for forgiveness is not. It can’t be.

You are not religious, far from it, and he is the only person in the world that could give you the salvation you need. It isn’t wrong, it is just right. And if you get caught, at least you had a good time. 

His cock is straining against his very thin dress pants. This is his fantasy as much as it is yours, maybe even more so. You know he is ridden with guilt, but right now, he is blooming in his new role. There is no way you two would ever leave before he hasn’t finished what he started. 

The floor is cold under your knees. They must be bruised by now, but you manage to tune out the pain. That is part of it. Part of life. Part of existence. And it is part of atoning for your sins. 

“I have been a bad, bad girl,” you whisper into the dead of the night. 

Matt shifts a bit. “How so?” he asks. 

“I’ve been having… thoughts. About a man of God.”

“What kind of thoughts?” With every word, his voice grows thicker.

You blink through the fog of your arousal. “I’ve been thinking about him touching me,” you say. 

Your eyelids flutter. You look so innocent, and he can’t even see you. Only with his fingers on your face does he get an idea of what your features might look like right now. And you are hungry. Hungry for him. Hungry for more. 

“I’ve been thinking about touching him–” Your palms rub his muscular thighs, “Touching him in places I should not think about touching a man of God.”

You can hear him suck in a sharp breath in the darkness of the booth. He shifts again. “And do you think God would forgive you for something like that?” he says. “Wanting a man of God to fuck you senseless? To touch you? To touch him?”

“I’m not sure,” you answer. 

“Have you been thinking about him in church?”

“Yes.”

What terrifies you most about this is that if he were a priest, a real priest with a robe and responsibilities, you would still think about him bending you over the altar and worshipping you. You would dream about him taking you to the confessional booth, forcing you to atone for your sins. You would dream about his hands around your neck, choking you to the point you get dizzy, and repeatedly calling you a bad girl. Because that is what you are. 

“You really have been bad,” Matt murmurs. He caresses the back of your head. “Luckily, your God is forgiving.”

You blink up at him. “He is?” you ask. 

“Yeah. If you are willing to repent for your sins.”

When he shifts this time, his free hand goes to his belt. He unbuckles it, letting the leather fall to the floor. You don’t move. Not even when he opens the button, then his zipper, and then reaches into his boxers to take out his hard cock.

You drool, but you don’t move. It just so happens that the moon shines through the small window and shines a light on him in all his glory, with his cock out and his cheeks flushed. 

Matt Murdock is an ethereal sight you can never get enough of, even when he is pretending to be a priest. For him, you will be as bad as you can be. You have no choice. You want to be. 

“What’s my sentence, Father?” your voice is barely above a whisper. 

He takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few pumps before pulling your head closer. A moment of deafening silence follows. Thunder rumbles. The rain reminds you of the pool in your underwear, making it hard to stay still. 

Matt lets out a shaky breath as he guides his cock to your lips. “Open,” he says. His voice wavers slightly. 

You do as you’re told, but you look up at him, still awaiting an answer. 

A smile finds its way to his lips, and it is as dark as the booth itself. He opens his mouth again. “Atone,” he says. 

And in an instant, he has fucked his cock down your throat. 

You choke around his girth. Tears spring to your eyes. The head meets the back of your throat, and you gag, but you don’t force him away. You keep your hands on his thighs and your head bowed low, and you let him fuck your mouth like there is no tomorrow.

He asked you to atone. To be forgiven for your sins, you need to do this. You are his to play with. You are his to own. Right now, at least. Right now, that is all you want to be. His fucktoy. His means to get rid of pent-up frustration. His way of living out his darkest fantasies. 

You are so wet, you pray to God that you don’t leave a stain on the floor. But does it matter? He will fuck you over the altar later. He will spread your legs and bury his head between your thighs. He will let you pull his hair and fuck his mouth the same way he is doing to you because that is his way of repenting. Then it is his turn to atone, when he is no longer the priest but the disciple, and you are his goddess that he prays to. 

“Hail, Mary, full of grace,” Matt chokes out between heavy thrusts into the tight confines of your mouth. He can’t even hear anything but the sound of yours and his breathing, and his needy moans that fill the air. “The Lord is with thee,” he continues, but he is having a hard time forming the words. 

You have heard him pray before but during sex? While he is fucking your mouth like a madman? That is new. It makes your pussy clench around thin air, and your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs. The pain only makes him moan louder. It is heaven to your ears.

“Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb–” He grits his teeth. “Jesus!” 

You gag again, his cock now forced even deeper. You can’t breathe, not even through your nose. The lack of oxygen is making you feel all kinds of things, but certainly none of them bad. 

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,” he says, “Now and at the hour of our death.”

He thrusts and he thrusts, and with a harsh pull on your hair, he forces you off his cock. “Amen,” he almost cries out as his balls tighten, and he comes all over your face. 

There is not an inch that is not covered by his seed, by the very essence of him. His cum slithers down your throat toward your breasts. 

Another rumble of thunder strikes the church. The clock strikes midnight. 

You look up at him through hooded eyes. He’s panting, his chest heaving, but for the first time in weeks, he looks content. 

“Amen,” you whisper back. 

So, you have finally atoned, and now, it is his turn. 

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[usaigi]

Is Matt Murdock Homophobic?

Short answer: Doubt it.

Long answer: I seriously doubt, just because he’s Catholic/was raised in a highly Catholic environment (a Catholic orphanage) doesn’t mean he’s homophobic. Being Catholic does not automatically equal being homophobic. 

And if we’re being completely honest, I won’t consider Matt to be “extremely” Catholic in the way the fandom seems to think about him. Matt attending mass on Sunday, going to confession, and having a relationship with his priest just makes him a churchgoer. Which I guess makes him more devote than a lot of other Catholics but the way some of the fandom talk about him makes it seems like he’s having a crisis of faith every other Tuesday. 

I've seen this topic come up in fanfiction and in fandom in general so I’d like to offer a liberal queer Catholic perspective on being queer. 

Is being gay a sin in Catholicism?

Having same-sex attraction is not a sin in Catholicism. However, having sex outside of marriage is a sin. And since the church only recognizes heterosexual marriages, it essentially does make being gay a sin. The whole “being gay isn’t a sin but if you act upon it is” which is... ugh.

We are all children of God, and God loves us as we are and for the strength that each of us fights for our dignity. Being homosexual is not a crime. It is not a crime. 'Yes, but it is a sin.' Fine, but first let us distinguish between a sin and a crime. It is not the first time that I speak of homosexuality and of homosexual persons. And I wanted to clarify that it is not a crime, in order to stress that criminalization is neither good nor just. When I said it is a sin, I was simply referring to Catholic moral teaching, which says that every sexual act outside of marriage is a sin. Of course, one must also consider the circumstances, which may decrease or eliminate fault. As you can see, I was repeating something in general. I should have said, 'It is a sin, as is any sexual act outside of marriage.' This is to speak of 'the matter' of sin, but we know well that Catholic morality not only takes into consideration the matter, but also evaluates freedom and intention; and this, for every kind of sin. And I would tell whoever wants to criminalize homosexuality that they are wrong. - Pope Francis 2023

HOWEVER: We have not seen Matt Murdock having religious objections/feel guilty for having premarital sex. Birth control is also not accepted in Catholicism but I seriously doubt Matt’s not wrapping it. I’m sure I don’t need to cite one of the million jokes about him being a manwhore, we all know it. Do we really think Matt would be such a hypocrite to think someone is a sinner for being LGBT when he himself has had how many girlfriends? Not to mention he was also born and raised in New York City and his need for justice is one of his primary character traits. Do you really think Matt learned about the Stonewall Riot(his own city’s history), the AIDs epidemic, the general mistreatment and discrimination of LGBT people and would really support it? BFFR.

Matt Murdock is a lot of things, mainly a self-loathing idiot in desperate need a therapy, but he’s not a bigot. 

I’m going to link this post by the lovely @ceterisparibus116 about Matt’s "religious guilt" and what I think is fandom’s general misunderstanding of Matt’s Catholic guilt. 

What about internalized homophobia?

In my own fics I’ve written Matt as bi/pan (hooking up with Moon Knight) (also that one Ziwe meme) and as a trans guy who pre-transition thought he was a lesbian/sapphic. (If you read it I’ll love you forever). Mattfoggy is the biggest ship in the fandom so it's only normal to have this discussion.

Sure, maybe Matt wouldn’t judge other people for being gay and having sex outside of Catholic-recognized marriage but would he judged himself? How can Matt still consider himself Catholic and queer? 

A misconception I think a lot of people have about Catholicism is that we must all follow the church’s teaching and that everything the Pope says is infallible. Which is silly and simply not true. Pope Benedict XVI once stated that: "The Pope is not an oracle; he is infallible in very rare situations, as we know." Pope John XXIII also once said: "I am only infallible if I speak infallibly but I shall never do that, so I am not infallible." 

First of all, the church is not a monolith institution. Second of all, not all Catholic teaching is infallible, “no church teaching is automatically free from error, because the church is composed of human beings. God alone is a priori free from error in detail and in every case.” (Infallible? An Inquiry by Hans Küng). Very few things are infallible statement. The Immaculate Conception of Mary and the Assumption of Mary are infallible statements. But as far as I know, “being gay is a sin” is not. 

Conscience, actually, takes priority over church teaching. Pope Francis said “that priests must inform Catholic consciences ‘but not replace them.’ And he stressed the distinction between one’s conscience—where God reveals himself—and one’s ego that thinks it can do as it pleases.” (x)

In extolling conscience the Catechism quotes from another Vatican II document Gaudium et Spes. It states: "Deep within his conscience man discovers a law which he has not laid upon himself but which he must obey. “For a man has in his heart a law inscribed by God . . . His conscience is man’s most secret core and his sanctuary,” the document goes on, “There he is alone with God whose voice echoes in his depths.” In summary, it is possible for a good Catholic in good faith to act contrary to the teachings of the church. - Patsy McGarry

If Matt prayed, asked for guidance and his conscience said that being (trans, gay, bi, however you headcanon him) is not sinful, he can, in good faith, oppose the church. And yes, he’d be welcomed to take the Eucharist. Eucharist is not a reward that only the most faithful free-on-sin living saints. It’s a source of healing and for those striving to live in the Gospel.  

In terms of the church, as I said, it’s not a monolith and people can and do disagree in current teaching. Here’s Cardinal McElroy calling for the ‘radical inclusion’ of LGBT, women and others in the Catholic Church. Here’s a letter by 6,000 nuns standing in solidarity with Trans community.

This is just my headcanon, but I don’t think Father Lantom is homophobic. I’d like to think he’s one of the priest calling for reform and acceptance of LGBT people. I also like to think Sister Maggie was one of the nuns that signed that letter. If Matt came to him asking for support, I honestly think Father Lantom would give him that.  

Would everyone in his community accept him? No, probably not and that’s unfortunate. But there are those in the community don’t accept the young single mom or the recovering alcoholic. Religious gatekeeping is a problem and I don’t want to pretend it isn’t, but it’s not the only truth. I dislike the idea that being queer and Catholic are mutually exclusive. Or that Matt would leave his religion for being queer. To be honest, as a queer Catholic I find it pretty disrespectful. I would love to read more fics where Matt realize he’s queer and struggles with it but it’s so incredibly annoying when the fic concludes with Matt leaving his faith. We’re Catholic for God not for a church. There are other queer Catholic Matt could hypothetically find community with. 

And I get it, a lot of people are coming from a place of religious trauma and are writing fanfic to express it. I'm sorry for anyone who was hurt by the church, religion or toxic family. The church has and continues to do a lot of harm, both on the individual and global level. If anyone wants a rant about colonization of Latin America, I’m your girl. I just dislike this black-and-white mindset that Matt is either Catholic or gay.  

If anyone has questions, I can try to answer. I’m not a theology expert, I’m just a virgo and a fanfic writer. 

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[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #623 - "Mind's Eye"

Originally posted on October 17th, 2011

Story - Mike Priest Art - Ed Pirrie Colours - Matt Marshall Letters - Graham Thomson

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: I’ll just leave Pirrie’s summary of what’s going on here: “The human, Hunter O'Nion, had already been turned against his will into a Headmaster component for the Autobot Sunstreaker by Scorponok. The pair were eventually physically disconnected, but when Bombshell learned of the human he kidnapped him and used him as a kind of 'hub' to hack into the Autobot defense systems. This scene is only really meant to illustrate a possibility of what that must have been like for Hunter, since it all happened off-panel.” Sunstreaker and Ratchet appear in vehicle mode in the first panel. Hunter’s distorted mind-state is represented using washed-out newsprint coloring, to distinguish it from the more stylistically-modern present. Further comments from this strip’s creators on deviantART give some context for its creation. Priest said: “(Evil laughter.) I like Hunter, but I like Bombshell more. Besides, Ed and me already were super-nice to Hunter and brought him back in our last Mosaic together! The lad can handle some cruelty.” Pirrie added: “My own interpretation of the story seems to be different to everyone else's. I never really saw it as Bombshell deliberately torturing Hunter's mind. I saw it that Bombshell was just sadistically going about whatever he needed to do to get into the Autobot systems, and Hunter's subconcious was periodically escaping into this fantastical happy place as a coping mechanism. Maybe this is why I considered it a companion piece to that Verity Mosaic (in which we discover Hunter's mind has survived by retreating into cyberspace) when even the writer, Mike, did not.” Priest responded: “Yeah, it can be interpreted either way, really. Heh, this and "Still Life" were written months and months apart, which is why I never considered them companion pieces, but they do work well together, don't they?” Pirrie clarified: “Whereas I first read them back to back, and that was the natural conclusion for me! I guess I'll always be inclined to think of tham as a pair because of that.” See below for clean inks.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #IDW Transformers #Mike Priest #Ed Pirrie #Matt Marshall #Graham Thomson #official creator #Hunter O'Nion #Jimmy Pink #Verity Carlo #Sunstreaker #Ratchet #Bombshell

[shiorimakibawrites]

Idea: Sanctuary (Daredevil)

Last one, I promise. At least until the muses give me more ideas through I'm hoping they actually let me write finish something before piling more work on me.

Brainstorming notes where any feedback or suggestions are welcomed.

Warnings: Spoilers for The Defenders - Angst with eventual comfort - Medical inaccuracies - Beginning of Season 3 Matt.

Sanctuary

Matt Murdock / Daredevil x Reader

Possible Ch. Titles: John Doe – Where There Is Life – HIPPA Violation – Do No Harm – Confession

You are a doctor who works at small charity clinic.

One day, as you are heading home, you are stopped by Father Lantom.

Not sure how you know him – maybe you are Catholic and starting attending Mass after moving to NYC.

Father Lantom asks you for a favor. There is someone who needs a doctor but you can’t take him to a hospital or tell anyone about him.

This request gives you some misgivings but you trust the priest and figure that he wouldn’t be asking this of you if it wasn’t necessary or important. So you agree to his terms.

He takes you to where your patient is:

(1) Still in the St. Agnes as it was in canon but tucked away somewhere out of the way.

(2) In the basement since they seem to want to keep Matt’s presence a secret and keeping someone in a building full of kids isn’t how you keep them a secret.

John Doe is half-naked, unconscious, and badly hurt. He should be in a hospital but they are adamant about not taking him. You wonder who is this man is but Father Lantom and Sister Maggie claim not to really know, that they found him like that but you aren’t sure you believe them.

Maybe you have some kind of healing power – the power is relatively minor, you can boost someone’s natural healing ability – cannot instantly and completely heal someone’s wounds or illnesses but you can heal enough to turn a deadly injury into a survivable one. Lessen the recovery time – you heal in one week instead of two.

There is some cost to your healing power – (1) takes energy (2) have to know exactly what you are doing to avoid more harm than than good (3) you can feel your patient’s pain while healing them (4) some combination thereof.

Despite efforts to keep things secret, you learn some things about your patient. He had been injured before but got medical treatment of varying degrees of quality (no shade on Claire, sometimes Matt does his own stitches) – that he was blind – seems to have sensitive skin – stuff from nightmares and mumblings when he is feverish (apologizing to various people – Dad, Elektra, Foggy, Karen, Stick . . .).

You also notice the man is very handsome.

You try to figure out which of the two people missing from the Midland Circle your patient is – attorney Matt Murdock or the vigilante Daredevil. Daredevil fits with the muscular body, the scars, and the insistence that he not go to hospital. Matt Murdock fits with the blindness but you struggle to think of why Matt Murdock cannot go to a hospital.

John Doe (Matt) isn’t exactly cooperative with unraveling the mystery when he walks up but not uncooperative either – sometimes he doesn’t seem to care if you know who he is, other times he does – you think its part of his depression.

Because yes, Matt when he wakes up is the same cheerful person we saw in the beginning of Season 3 (obvious sarcasm is obvious).

Matt needs SO MUCH therapy – physical and psychological. Neither of which is your specialty but you doubted that you could bring either in on this . . . maybe you have friends who are a physical therapist and a psychiatrist or psychologist whose brains you can pick. They will probably eventually get curious about your questions.

Maybe they discover things and become part of the team. Again, nothing against Claire but she might need some help with patching up vigilantes – if for no other reason, she cannot be everywhere. Also as a doctor, you can write prescriptions for things like antibiotics (given how often he lands in dumpsters, it is amazing that Matt hasn’t gotten an infection yet).

At some point, you move Matt from the church to your place.

Romance is slow burn.

#fan fic ideas #upcoming fic #daredevil #mcu daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #hurt/comfort #matt murdock angst

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding pt 3

(Here for part 1-2)

Matt murdock x reader (angst)

Summary: A little talk with the right man ends up revealing more than the necessary information.

(I pushed myself to give it more action and context, so forgive me if the timeline is not quite accurate for season 3. There's a lot of mention of catholic related topics too if you're not comfortable with that . Either way hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the support ❤️✨️)

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It didn't take much time for the announcement of the release of the Kinpin to become all journals headlines.

As I go down my building heading for work, the first thing I notice are the newspapers laying downstairs the entry.

"FEDERAL COURT HEARS FISK APPEAL"

I stare dumbfounded.

Even if I have promised myself to keep my distance from Matt, I immediately feel the urge to go and find him as I'm more than aware of all the trouble this criminal has brought upon the devil of Hells kitchen and the place itself.

I look at my phone. It's almost six in the morning. I still have time before heading down the veterinary.

I'm unsure where to go first as he would surely no longer be at the Law Firm. Even my instinct to give Foggy a call is quickly refrained as I remember what he told me about our last talk.

What have you gotten yourself into this time, Matty.

Suddenly, I hear the usual resounding ring from the church's bells down the drive. From both corners of the sidewalk, I see small groups of people enter the place, the usual morning crowd.

How didn't I think about it before

Before I can lose more time, I run down the street, calling the closest taxi.

....

"As we say this, we bless ourselves three times by making a small cross on our-"

Clinton Church wouldn't exactly be the first place most people would go to if they were in the search of a devil dressed like a vigilante, yet as soon as I timidly open its door, the familiar incense smell and gothic columns reassure me that I've come to the right place. 

As I come in, I quickly go sit on one of the empty seats from the back. Father Lantom has already started the mass. 

I can not let myself but let a small smile leave my lips. It's been such a long time since I've last been here. 

While vaguely hearing the Father talk, memories of long ago lived moments fill through my mind. Small snippets of my old life.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”  

I raise my head up when I hear the priest pronounce his final lines. This was it. 

Thankfully, not many people want to talk to him this morning, as most leave or simply stay in the right corner where the prayer candles softly illuminate the walls. I get lost for a moment, staring at the wavy shadows.

“Aren't they pretty... Some may take them as nothing else than silly good omens, but I'd rather see them as a representation of hope. People always need hope...."

I turn around, noticing Father Fantom looking at me curiously. I'm quite surprised he has noticed me. He invites me to sit down.

"I wasn't expecting to see you this morning miss (y/n), ” he chuckles slightly, "A bit late to mass although"

"I... I don't want to take too much of your time sir, but I need to know if you've well-," I try to smile, feeling quite vulnerable all out of the sudden "Seen or heard anything about Matt"

His face suddenly turns more serious, yet he barely looks surprised.

Is it this obvious

"That may depend on your own answer, miss.. I haven't seen you in quite a long time"

I nod, understanding his peak in curiosity.

"I know...." I look down the floor. "It's not like him and me are exactly on talking terms neither"

"(Y/n)... Matthew came here late last night searching for some answers , " he stares at the statue of Jesus placed beside the altar. "These are difficult times for him.. He needs some guidance..."

Father Lantom sighs softly as he shakes his head

"And some hope too....and I'm not just necessarily talking about his extracurricular activities...."

"I understand that." I nod sternly, knowing that something was different from his last visit. "But I'm not sure I'm in the best position to be of any help, neither ."

Im not sure why Im being so open with him, but I guess the serious yet caring tone of Father Lantom invites me to be more honest. I continue talking

"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough"

He gently gives me a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm not requesting you to forgive him (y/n)... that's an answer only your heart can give..." He tries to keep a reassuring tone, "I just worry of what he may push himself to do"

Suddenly, the silence of the church feels heavier. I rethink of the news. It just clicks in my head

"Don't tell me.... Don't tell me he wants to take care of Fisk on his own "

"He didn't mention-.."

But I interrumpt him, understanding now Matt's logic. His anger, his guilt.

I get it just.. just why

"No.. He can't .. he can not do that.... He.."

"This city is already dangerous as it is (y/n)." Father Lantom looks at me with worry. He seems to have understood my own intentions, too. "It's not the time to play even more precarious games right now"

But I can't. I need to stop him before it's too late.

I look at my phone again. It's already eight.

Guess I better call off sick

"I gotta go"

I immediately jump on my feet. I give a last look to Father Lantom and the candles.

If everything ends up all right, I may give a chance to one of those.

"(y/n)!"

I hear his call, but I decide to ignore him as I step outside. I cannot wait.

There was no time to lose.

#matt murdock x reader #netflix daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x reader angst #matt murdock x reader angst #matt murdock

[eobardthawneallen]

@frattweek Prompt: Father

so what if Matt was a demon and Frank a priest, and he wanted to exorcise the demon but needs first to learn his true name and taking advantage that the infernal creature has taken some liking to him maybe he gets to find it if flirts a bit, surely he won't develop feeling for such damned creature ;3c

also maybe Matt is a fallen angel that fell for loving humans way too much, also didn't learn a thing from that and keeps loving humans a lot, he is not very interested in demon things but he just found a very interesting human 💕

[ID of first image:

In a chibi style an American shot drawing of Priest!Frank and Demon!Matt Frank tries to turn on altar candles but Matt is blowing off the candles. On one hand Frank hold the match stick, the other is the matches box, Frank is not amused staring at Matt,Frank is wearing a black cassock with a rosary by his hip.

Matt is behind him, with closed eyes and a inverted 3 mouth to show he is blowing at the candles, he has red horns, pointy ears, and a red tail that twist in a point making a heart also has red cartoony bat wings. his hands are on Frank, one on his shoulder and other on his arm. he is dressed in some kind of red tunic, it has turtle neck, open by the sides at the hips height (though on this image only one is showed), the tunic has decorative belts (one connected to what is a boot kinda sock not fully shown), he has a light blue angel bell by the wrist, which is a little sphere.

background is a church, is mostly gray, square floor, a pillar with XI on it, the altar is not very defined is just a white statue that looks like praying, probably a virgin Mary, has flowers in front the statue then followed by white candles turned off.

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[ID of the second image:

again a drawing in chibi style, this time a full shot, there are again Priest! Frank and Demon! Matt, but now they're in a confession booth, Frank is sitting on a wood chair with a little smile directed at Matt, he is grabbing Matt's knee. Matt is sitting over Frank's lap, he has his eyes closed a smile with mouth open showing some fangs, he has his arms on Frank's neck and shoulder, touching his face with the thumb. he also has his tail around one of Frank's legs.

Matt has a text bubble that reads "Forgive me Father for I'm about to sin", Frank has a text bubble that reads "That's not how it works"

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#frattweek #fratt #marvel #matt murdock #frank castle #my art

[ceterisparibus116]

What's Matt's worst moment ever, in your opinion?

His father's death? Elektra? He's got, like, a trauma per episode (I want to hug him).

WHAT AN ANGSTY QUESTION, ANON, I LOVE YOU.

Here's my top 5:

Jack's death. Matt has just lost the most stable and secure thing in his life, and he has, essentially, nothing left. There's no evidence that Matt really has anyone else to even talk to. (Maybe Father Lantom, but it's possible that relationship didn't really grow until Matt was living at the orphanage.) Then there's the fact that Matt believes it's his fault. I mean...just imagine. On top of all of this, Matt is so young. How is he even supposed to process any of this?

Stick leaving. As might be apparent from my fics, I think Stick is directly responsible for a lot of Matt's problems. The fact that Stick left was bad enough; the way that Stick left makes it all so, so much worse. He basically told Matt to his face that he wasn't good enough (which is one of Matt's worst fears - if it wasn't already, then I think it became so in that moment), and he left in direct response to Matt showing affection, to Matt wanting their relationship to be more than just a warrior training another fighter. No wonder Matt keeps people at a distance. No wonder Matt thinks no one really wants to know the real him.

Foggy leaving (the first time). Foggy was not having a great time in NvM, we all get that, but still: Foggy could hardly have handled that worse. He finally saw the side of Matt that Matt had hidden for so long, and he refused to even acknowledge the good parts, choosing instead to focus on everything negative, and then choosing to leap beyond simply discussing actions to making judgments about Matt's character. That cuts deep. No wonder Foggy had to be the one to reach out afterwards; Matt wouldn't have dared.

Elektra dying (the first time). She'd finally chosen to be good...and it killed her. Now, this was Elektra's choice and we shouldn't diminish her agency by acting like Matt forced her into it (any more than we should diminish Matt's agency by acting like she forced him into some of his Season 2 choices). However, Matt definitely sees it as his fault. Then there's the fact that she died not only choosing to be good, but taking the hit meant for him. Now, in Matt's mind, it's completely his fault. Add to that how he feels that he doesn't really have Foggy or Karen in his life anymore, and...well, we see how it affects him when we check in with him in the beginning of Defenders. He's hanging on by a thread.

Finding out about Maggie (and Father Lantom). This is a vicious one-two punch. His mom knowingly let him grow up alone, despite being right there. And his priest did the same thing. The effect it has is immediate: he shuts everyone out, and basically shuts himself off from his own humanity. The only part of his life that makes any sense anymore is Daredevil.

Other awful moments (the break-up with Elektra, Foggy leaving the second time, the break-up with Karen, Claire rejecting him, etc.) are a bit lesser, I think. With Elektra and Foggy, maybe I'm projecting, but I think the trauma of both of them leaving is mitigated somewhat by his conviction that he did the right thing (by refusing to kill for Elektra, and by refusing to give up Daredevil for Foggy). With Karen and Claire, it's messier because with Karen, he did lie to her, and with Claire, he did think he was too close to the line for her to be with him.

I also want to briefly discuss his blindness. That would have been a horrifying moment for him, going from having (apparently) 20/20 vision, to suddenly having NLP - on top of the pain and shock of how it happened. However, I don't think that moment would be as traumatizing for Matt as the top 5 I've listed above because although sight is important and trying to suddenly live without it is terrifying, I think relationship trauma will always cut deeper for Matt than physical trauma.

Thank you for the very angsty (but fun) question, Anon! What does everyone else think? What are Matt's worst moments?

#matt murdock #daredevil #meta #asks #ask me things i'm friendly

[angelltheninth]

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Priest!Matt who wants to know all the details about your masturbation habits. There's no use in trying to pretend you don't do it anymore just because you have him to fuck those sinful thoughts out of your head now. You need to be as detailed as possible, in fact record it next time, he wants to see the full extent of your sin. To make you feel better he'll even share his own sinful thoughts and fantasies.

"Sinful thoughts happen to al of us. God made us lustful but because of that we must prove that we're stronger then our base desires. We will fail in that from time to time, even I find myself reaching for my dick, thinking of our last time together, your moans, your begging as I was balls deep inside you."

Priest!Matt who wants you to pray, loudly, while he fucks you. A complete, full one, clear enough for God to understand. Like before he will do it with you, he doesn't want you to feel alone in your sin. For every time you fail he'll force another orgasm out of your cunt and make you start over again. You lost count of how many times you tried but each time you're close you feel him fingering your clit, causing you to lose focus.

"Even if we have to be here all day I'll make you repent. One time, just one time and this all ends. But maybe you're messing up intentionally. You don't want this to end is that it? Was that a squeeze? So your body admits what you won't after all. Lucky you I'm a very patient man."

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil headcanon #daredevil smut #daredevil x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel smut #marvel x female reader #matt murdock thirst #daredevil thirst #marvel thirst

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Turn ||

Pairing: Priest!Matt Murdock x female reader

Tags & warnings: kinda inexperienced non-DD Matt, religious imagery, oral sex (both f and m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, giving up Christianity because the pussy is so good 🙏 Amen.

Author's note: Alrighty kids, this is clichéd religious trope corruption kink central and I'm living! If you are not a fan of the sacrilicious I strongly suggest you look away now and say a hundred hail marys.

@mindidjarin and @munsonownsmyass and I were thirsting hard over Priest!Matt so maybe keep yours eyes peeled for some more goodness...?

Okay slutty friends, take a pew, suck this wine off my fingers and let's gooooo!

The cold from the stone flags seeps up into the joints of his knees making them ache, but he'll gladly suffer such a minor pain for this.

A scuffing of thin paper over grit and dust draws his attention to the bible, now relegated to the floor as he shuffles closer to you.

You'd dropped it, his bible, just as easily as he had discarded his vows. He'd been so selfish in the newfound lust that you'd unlocked, made you find and read aloud passages of servitude, of worship…

'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'

He had made you convince him it was right, pushing him down in willing supplication before you, your gaze surely following his trembling fingers as he drew your ruined underwear down to your feet.

He wanted to give and give and give. The font of your beautiful cunt flowing freely on his lips, a taste to which he was now hopelessly addicted, to that and the sounds of your moans that echo around the nave like his own private choir.

"Father… fuck, you're so good at this-"

He draws his tongue up over you again, reveling in the way you squirm at his touch even though this is new to him.

"It's… M-Matthew, call me Matthew…" he murmurs, before his mouth is on you again, his fingers pressing the supple flesh of your ass as if he can't possibly tear himself away. You had enthralled him, lingered too long after mass with your 'difficult' questions, tested his faith and ultimately tempted him with the plush feel of your lips around his fingers as you took communion. It wasn't as if he didn't try to resist, but it wouldn't have been worth it. Not now he knew this true Eden existed with you in the quiet hours of his church at night.

"Matthew…" you moan, gripping hard on the back of the pew behind you. His name from your lips spurs him to work harder for more. More of your pretty sounds, more of the pretty nectar dripping from that heavenly and forbidden place between your thighs.

And over the next few days, when he returned to his studies with the other priests, the scent of you floats up like the devil's telegram from the pages of this tarnished Good Book. As he turns each one he grows harder under the desk, remembering how it felt when his fingers traced over the skin of your neck, the slight hemispherical indents from the rosary he'd leashed you with reminding him.

'Harder' you'd said, and he'd obeyed, pulling it tight as you choked so beautifully on his throbbing cock, your warm spit dribbling down over his balls as you encouraged him to fuck your perfect mouth, his other hand shoved down the front of your shirt groping at the soft tender skin of your breasts as you praise him for spilling down your delicately bruised throat with a strangled gasp of God forgive me.

He was certain you'd no idea what you had unleashed. You had stolen this pathetically repressed Catholic mess of a man, this student of God, for your own. He craved your sermons of sin, ached for more lessons, and when he excused himself to the bathroom hiding his shame behind that fucking weighty tome to which he thought he had dedicated his life, he came biting his fist with tears in his eyes because of this simple greed for you that may never be fully sated.

"I'm sorry." You'd told him.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for showing him pleasure?

Sorry for opening his blind eyes to a glimpse of a heaven he might have never attained?

You had either released or ruined him, no matter what you said it was always going to be his choice to make.

It wasn't difficult.

Even now as he lies on the altar with you he can't feel any regrets over the sheer need consuming his being.

Please, he begs as you grind into his lap. You kiss him and it stokes the crackling sparks of his free desire, he wants more, always more, his hands braver and roaming farther with each encounter. He marvels again as his fingers drift between your legs, at how you're soaking wet because of him, he did that to you. And you do the same, letting him lead your hands between your bodies to stroke over the physical embodiment of years of pent up lust. You grin wickedly, as he's wet too.

His hand closes over yours to rip the dog collar from his neck, unravelling everything he'd worked for. He knew it wasn't wasted time, it was practice. Preparation for his devotion to you.

Your nimble fingers work to free him from his pants and in a flurry of fervent need your clothes are strewn around the dais like simple offerings. He barely registers what happens next, everything is so much. All he knows is you're surrounding him completely, he's buried so deep inside you and he's never felt anything close to this bliss. You move above him, your hips rolling steadily and he tries his best to meet you, move with you but he's terrified he's going to lose himself in this, in you.

"That's the point, my love" you breathe against his ear. He realises he had moaned aloud, confiding his hopes and fears in you already.

"Oh, oh god-"

He knows the weight of that huge crucifix hangs over the two of you, what used to be a heavy judgement now just a silent witness to this carnal act, an indulgence from which he cannot abstain. The chain of the one he wore around his neck tangled in your fingers.

"You feel… so fucking good," he groans deep and you feel his hands firm on your hips, his confidence growing with every kiss, every passion filled thrust and drinking in every beautiful sound of pleasure you make blurring his path.

Maybe he wasn't worthy of God's love, but he could be worthy of yours? Your love had been his little secret, it tasted warm and tempting, felt so new and exciting, so hot and wet and-

"I… you're gonna make me- I can't-"

You wrap even more tightly around him pulling him closer to the exquisite heat of you. He feels you reach above where you're joined, he thought he could stop, he could pull out but your fingers are moving quickly and your heavenly cunt is squeezing around his cock and he can't take it he's going to cum inside you any second…

"Matthew!" you whine and how can he refuse the glorious pain when you dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders, your voice his only master as you command him, cum for me.

Fuck…

He comes hard, your name his only prayer now as he gives up his chastity. It's a fair exchange, something pure and holy for something pure and holy, baptised and reborn by this raw and powerful love you have shared with him, feeling empty and yet so full, the cascading waves of pleasure finding him lost and sweeping him off to a new shore.

He doesn't miss his church, now that he has a new place of worship with the sweetest blessings from your lips, endless lessons in your bed, and a loving home in your arms.

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