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thegreengoop · 2 years

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Mirror - Matt Murdock

~18+ my peeps~

Literally just smut. I was tempted to do kinktober but I have absolutely no time between school and working, so there's a Few kinks in this one.

Warnings: pwp. Pet names (sweetheart, baby, darling), mirror sex, implied spanking, marking, unprotected p in v, lowkey breeding kink but not really touched upon, dom vibes from Matt, slight manhandling. Shitty, horny, no-thoughts-just-thots writing.

Reader has a *coochie* but no pronouns or otherwise gendering descriptions.

You had no choice but to stare back at your own flushed face in the mirror sat across from you. Matt specifically set this up so you could enjoy the sight of yourself being utterly railed by him. Two slick bodies working eachother to their peaks. The sound of your cum mixed together, squelching between you was sinful enough, you felt your face grow hotter and hotter as you watched, your inner thighs shining with juices in the low light coming through the window.

Matt is under you, giving you his best as you can’t help glancing between the masterpiece writhing below you, and the absolute vision of him filling you up. Your thighs and knees are burning with exertion but the pleasure of Matt thrusting up into you overrides the message your tired muscles are telling you. You drag your nails down his chest, mindful enough to avoid any fresh wounds, which earns you a mix between a groan and a whimper from him, and his hips stutter in surprise before driving into you harder. You smile to yourself, eyes closed, losing yourself in the moment and the rocking of your bodies together.

“Look at us baby,” he grunts out, hands moving, one gripping one of your ass cheeks, the other held bruisingly onto your thigh. The pulse of your cunt around him when you refocus on the mirror. The two of you have utterly ruined eachother, hickies and scratches littering both of your torsos, along with a bright red print of Matt’s hand on your ass that you can feel more than see with your vantage point.

You keen, bringing your hands to rest on his pecs and leaning down to tuck your face in his neck, leaving a few sloppy kisses there. “Matty. Matty please,” you whisper-moan into his ear.

Another low groan before he’s slamming you down on him and flipping you so he’s on top tucked between your open thighs. He quickly resumes his pace, once again gripping your thighs and pushing them up and out, placing one leg on each of his shoulders. The new angle has both of you vocalizing at how you fit together even better.

He can sense your eyes are closed again, so he reaches up and takes your jaw in one hand. “C’mon sweetheart, I’m doing this for you,” he turns your head to face back to the mirror, which brings a moan ripping through your throat when you see yourself utterly exposed. The unshielded view of Matt’s sculpted backside certainly doesn’t hurt either.

You involuntarily clench down on him again and can feel the warmth in your stomach getting more and more unbearable as Matt drives the two of you closer and closer to the edge. Matt rubs his flushed cheek to yours, panting hotly in your ear and leaving open-mouthed kisses wherever he can reach. Soon, the two of you are whining and whimpering into the other’s mouth between messy kisses.

“Sweetheart I’m gonna- “

“Yes Matty, pleasepleaseplease I’m so close.” Your cries get higher and higher as you teeter on that edge.

It hits you first, driving your body to tense and relax over and over, bringing Matt’s orgasm in turn. His last few thrusts are rough and unyielding, spreading his seed as deep as he can get. He – considerately, without his full weight – collapses down onto you. You take a few moments to catch your breaths before you tilt your head up to place a kiss on his sweaty forehead, chuckling at the hairs sticking up haphazardly from your eager hands.

He lifts his head from being pressed on your chest, beautiful blind eyes searching for yours with a small shy smile on his face. Yes, after fucking your lights out, this man dares to look bashful.

“You good baby?” He asks in his deep, tired voice, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Never better,” you let out a giggle.

He pulls out of you with an overstimulated hiss and reaches down to feel his warm cum leaking out of you. You laugh even harder as he rolls his eyes to the back of his head before dropping back down to pepper kisses all over your face and chest.

“Matt, I think we need to shower. I’m sticky.” You playfully pout up at him, jutting your bottom lip out.

“Mmmkay darling, just another minute baby,” he delves back in to cuddle you, savouring the heat of your skin pressed together. You don’t exactly mind falling into sleep like this.

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thegreengoop · 2 years

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Matt Murdock/Billy Russo dark!fic

heyo, so I've had this saved for a while and never got around to adding any more so figured I should just post it to maybe drum up some inspiration to continue. It would be considered a dark! fic, probably more so in theory but...

Warnings: kidnapping and all that that may entail (handcuffing, being put in a trunk), being kidnapped by an ex, non con - No Smut though. Let me know if I missed something - it's been a hot minute since I've read this, I just try not to cringe and post and never look back.

This is meant to be a reader x Matt Murdock/Daredevil but also kinda reader x Billy Russo.

“Hey, we’re heading out now,” you look up as you hear Foggy’s tired voice coming from the door of the office you’re sitting in. You can see Karen standing behind him pulling her long coat on over her shoulders and picking up her purse from where she sat it on a chair near in the waiting area of the office.

“Oh, okay,” you say as you glance up at the clock ticking away on the far wall, realizing you’ve been at work way longer than you meant to. “I’ve still got a bit I’d like to get done here; I’ll lock up tonight. See you guys tomorrow?” Foggy gives you a small nod and you bid each other a good night before he and Karen step out into the hallway, closing the door behind them, leaving you alone in the small, dingey office. You glance back down at the bright screen you’ve been staring at for hours now, suddenly noticing how tired and dry your eyes have become. Taking a step back – or rather, wheeling yourself in your chair a few feet backwards – you try to stretch a bit and try to wake yourself up for another couple of hours of painstakingly filling out various legal forms.

You decide you’ve done your fair share after just over an hour since your coworkers/friends left, and start packing your things up, shaking your legs awake as you walk around to gather your laptop cord, bag, coat, and keys for your walk home. It’s just after you’ve turned the key in the lock that you get that hair-raising feeling on the back of your neck. Your stomach tenses up. Something is wrong. Just before you get to turn around you see a flash of movement in your peripheral. Then it goes dark.

Darkness. That’s all you can describe it as. Your left temple is pulsing with pain and you’re still so out of it and you can’t lift your head without wincing. Your arms flail out to get any sense of where you are, feeling that you’re closed in a small space, a rough carpet under you digging into your exposed skin. Suddenly there’s a jolt and your head lifts and smacks back on the ground, flaring up your already blazing headache. You realize you must be in someone’s trunk.

Who the fuck’s trunk am I in?

The cogs in your brain are slowly starting to turn again. The car smells clean, maybe a rental, and there’s not much of anything that you can grab or make use of. You feel around for a handle or something to pop the lid open, or a way to unplug or knock out the taillights, but this person or people must have planned ahead. All your fingers could find was hard plastic fitted and screwed onto every surface but the floor. As a last-ditch effort, you start kicking, punching, and scratching at any place you thought might be a weak spot, before your foggy brain comes to the realization that at some point your captor is going to take you out of this trunk, and here you are wasting your energy trying to beat up a hunk of plastic.

So you lay your head back down, and listen. For a while there isn’t much noise other than the sound of the engine and the wheels hitting the pavement below you. You can’t hear any music playing, but there is sometimes some muffled muttering from the other side of the wall separating you from the cab. You wait, counting the turns as you feel yourself sliding around on the rough carpeting. Left, right, right, left. You’re trying to remember everything you’ve learned from watching crime tv shows and how to hopefully not die.

The car comes to a harsh stop, and you’re flung up against the wall again. You hear the engine turn off and one of the doors slamming shut, and you wait to hear footsteps approaching, but they don’t come. You don’t know it you’re more relieved or worried that they haven’t immediately come and taken you out. Who is this? What are they planning? Why me? Time passes, the throbbing in your skull doesn’t help in the struggle to stay awake, and just as you feel yourself on the edge of consciousness, you hear the crunching of boots of gravel heading in your direction. Your eyes widen in the darkness, and you push yourself as far back in the trunk as you can, preparing for a struggle. The lid unlocks, and you hold your breath as you wait to come face to face with whoever it is that’s taken you. The trunk pops open, and pale fingers find their way under the lid as they lift it open. You let out that breath you’ve been holding, you never expected to see the face of your ex looking down on you framed by the confines of a car trunk, but here you are.

“Billy,” you breathe, feeling your chest tighten at the sight of his scarred face. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. This couldn’t be good. The last time you saw that face, it was bandaged up in a hospital room, staring confusingly at you as you walked out on this person who not only didn’t know who you were anymore, but you could barely recognize him yourself – not necessarily from the wrappings or the scars, but it had been revealed to you just what Billy did to deserve those scars. Seeing him now did leave a twinge of something in your chest, something you wouldn’t let yourself examine just yet nor even had the time to, given your situation.

“Hey pretty,” Billy said lowly to you, an unsettling smile coming across his shadowed face. You flinch back as he reaches down to grab a hold of you by the arms and drags you up outside of the car.

“Billy what- what are you doing?”

“Just wanna talk, sweetheart, I missed you, where’d you go on me? Hmm?” He said in an increasingly unstable tone. He’s pressing your body close to his as he almost carries you into the back door of an industrial-looking building, metal door slamming shut behind you, flickering incandescent bulbs and broken chains hang from the high ceiling above you. You stagger past a group of intimidating men, not seeming very interested in the kidnapping occurring right next to them, who continue their game of cards and drinking cheap alcohol.

Billy brings you to a room downstairs far away from the others. It’s sparse; a few rusted old chairs pushed into the corners and a metal radiator protruding from the wall a few feet right of a sunken egress window. He pushes you into the room, shutting the door firmly behind the two of you. You spin around to look at him, able to get a better look at him from the yellow streetlight filtering in through the window. His hair is growing out from being shaved, the same with his stubble. You haven’t seen Billy since you left him in that hospital room, and now you look over the light pink scars crisscrossing his handsome face. The two of you stand like that for a moment, taking each other in after not seeing the other for so long.

“What do you want Bill?” You ask, trying not to let your voice shake. He silently steps closer to you, that dark look in his eyes. You step back to keep the distance between you two, inadvertently bringing yourself closer to being cornered by him.

“I just… want to know,” he says after a pause, that confused look coming back over his face. “I don’t, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he says gesturing to his face, “to deserve you leaving me, right when I needed you most.” The sad, kicked puppy look in his black eyes almost got to you - would’ve had you on your knees begging to do whatever he wanted, or wanted to do to you, once upon a time. Now it makes you nauseous. The affect this killer has on you.

“I…” you trail off, “I don’t think I’m the right person to ask, Bill. You did something, something terrible. Maybe I should’ve stayed there for you, after you forgot everything, but I couldn’t even look at you after finding out.” His hand reaches up to touch his own face, a hollow look in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything for a while, the two of you standing in the near silence of the room, the echoes of the men’s laughter upstairs making their way down to you. You glance around, gathering a greater sense of the room, the rough crumbling concrete of the floor and walls, the small pool of stagnant water in the far corner, the painted shut emergency window. When you look back, he’s staring at you and you can’t help but feel unsettled with how his gaze is familiar but at the same time, it’s the gaze of a stranger.

He approaches you again, this time reaching behind his back for something, and then he’s pulling out the glinting metal of handcuffs. Your breath stutters in your throat, “Billy please- “. He cuts you off with the cold metal closing around your right wrist.

“I’m sorry darling,” he murmurs lowly into your ear before he pushes you back against the wall until you’re next to the radiator and refuses to look into your wide-eyed look once he fastens the other cuff around one of the bars. He ignores your pleas and still doesn’t look at you as he stalks back to the door, finally glancing back at you with an almost guilty look as he shuts the door; for the second time that night you are left alone.

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