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Jealous- Matt Murdock x Reader

Jealous!Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Best Friend!Foggy x Best Friend!Reader

Rating: Mature, includes SMUT

Summary: You, Matt, and Foggy decide to go out to Josie’s for drinks to celebrate your birthday. Everything is going well, until a creepy guy makes an unwarranted comment. Matt is quick to put him in his place, and Foggy makes sure your night isn’t ruined. By the time you and Matt make is back to his apartment, he is determined to make all of Hell’s Kitchen know that you are his.

Contents: SMUT THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DNE. Fluff at the beginning, Foggy and you just being besties, creepy guy makes a gross moment (but nothing goes further than that), Matt having some soft dom energy, thigh riding, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, hickeys and bruises.

Word Count: 7,557

A/N: I am so so sorry it took me so long to upload this. I literally got done with school, then I had a family emergency. Don’t worry, this long between updates wont happen again. Please forgive me, for I bringeth thee smut!

You've never been one to drink a lot. Never really liked consuming too many drinks and feeling the world spin around you. Sure, you were a social drinker. A beer or two here or there, but you tried to stay away from hard liquor.

Well, that was usually the case, but not tonight. Tonight was your birthday, which just so happened to land on a Saturday. It would be a sin to not properly seize the opportunity God had given you.

Plus, your boyfriend was being very enabling. Coaxing you to take "just one more shot." He also had been cautious, making you drink lots of water between shots and monitoring you to so you didn't fall over that edge you hated.

Matt understood how much pressure you had been putting on yourself recently. Your job has been severely understaffed, forcing you to do double the workload. He knew how much you needed just one night to let go. And if he had to pay extra attention to you to ensure that, he was more than happy to. He was listening to your heartbeat, knowing the best time to order another shot based on the temperature rising around your cheeks, leaving them a little rosy. He knew exactly how to keep you on the edge of feeling good and being totally shit-faced.

You were arguing with Foggy about who would live longer if there was a zombie apocalypse.

"No, but I'm saying I would survive longer because I need to care for everyone!" Foggy slurred his words slightly together. A hand gripped around his Sex on the Beach. Not his first choice, but you had ordered it for him when he went to the bathroom.

"And how would that be an advantage? You would literally stop to help someone every five seconds, leaving you vulnerable." You ended your sentence with a hiccup, and Matt nudged your glass of water closer to you. You took a drink, rolling your eyes understanding his silent request.

"Because," Foggy stopped momentarily to give someone a weird look behind you. "I would create an army of misfits utterly devoted to me. More power in numbers, baby."

You took another big gulp of water. You were sitting at the bar with your knees facing Foggy's due to the heated debate you two were having. Matt was behind you. His stool swivelled so you could rest your back on his arm. Suddenly, he moved so your back was on his chest, his arms snaking around and his hands locking in front of your stomach.

You gave him a questioning look at the sudden burst of PDA. Matt ignored you as he said, "But then you would be under pressure to always think of the group. Worried about everyone's health and safety."

You nodded aggressively in agreement. This is why you were dating a lawyer. "Plus, there's a higher chance of being surrounded by someone who is unknowingly infected." You land the punch Matt had set up for you.

Again, Foggy gave a strange look past your shoulder. "Well, I think you're both wrong." He took another sip of his bright red drink. "I would have a devoted army backing me up. And I would keep recruiting people until I had an empire."

"So you want to capitalize on the zombie apocalypse and other people's trauma?" You gave Matt a little fist bump from where his hand momentarily untangled themselves.

"Remind me again why I chose you to be my partner and not her?" Foggy asked Matt.

Matt shrugged his shoulders in response. "Because I actually have a law degree?"

Foggy blew a raspberry in response. You giggled. "Screw a degree. With her argumentative skills, we could have a jury convinced of anything!" You drank more water and gave Matt the, "please let me have another shot" nudge with your elbow. Matt shook his head no, and you stuck out your bottom lip in a pout.

"How about we play pool?" Matt said, trying to distract you from wanting more tequila.

Foggy slammed his empty glass on the bar table, saying, "Yes, we should definitely do that." He pointed his index finger at you. "This conversation is not over. I also definitely want another one of these things." Foggy waved Josie over and asked for another Sex on the Beach.

"You're not getting soft now, are you Foggy?" Josie asked.

Foggy shook his head. "Nope, it just tastes better than shitty warm beer."

Josie put his drink down before passive-aggressively sticking a tiny umbrella in it. "You don't see him complaining." She motioned towards Matt and the half-empty beer bottle he had been nursing for a while.

"That's because Matt's a masochist." Foggy reasoned.

You sheepishly smiled, and your eyes trailed to the unbuttoned collar of Matt's shirt. You could see a hint of a purple bruise by his collarbone that you had given him a couple of nights ago. A sense of gratification flowed through you as you looked at the mark. A masochist he was, but you sure as hell were not complaining. Just as much as you loved to see spots of passion on Matt, he equally loved the idea that you had your fair share too. A sign to those around you that you were his.

Foggy leaving the table brought you out of your tipsy stare. You quickly followed suit. Standing up with your glass of water, your eyes moved to the spot where Foggy kept making faces. At a table not far from you were four guys. The one with dark hair and a gold chain watched your every move. You furrowed your eyebrows together as you accidentally made eye contact before grabbing Matt's hand and leading him to the pool table where Foggy was arranging the balls.

Once he was done, Foggy handed you a stick "Your break, birthday girl."

You grabbed the stick and walked to the end of the table. Forearms lying on the edge, you pulled the stick back before pushing it forward. The white ball hitting the others with a loud clack.

"Not bad," Foggy said next to you. "But I've seen better."

You rolled your eyes and walked to where Matt sat on a stool holding your water glass. You could still see the dark haired man looking at you through your peripheral.

“Don't freak out," You whispered to Matt. "But there's a group of guys in the corner, and one keeps staring at me."

Matt's hand possessively found your waist, landing slightly lower than usual. "I know. I can practically feel him staring at you."

You frowned. You didn't want some stupid creepy guy to ruin your birthday night, something you had been looking forward to for months. Matt noticed your quick change in mood and pressed a kiss to your temple before saying, "I think you can handle another shot."

Your frown quickly turned into a bright smile at the promise of more tequila. "Really?" You asked.

"Yes, but you have to drink some more water." You quickly grabbed the glass from Matt and finished it off easily. Matt chuckled, and you gave him a mischievous grin. "I'll go get it. It's your turn anyway."

Matt had been a gentleman the whole night, not letting you pay for any of your own drinks. That wasn't anything new, though. Matt always insisted he was the one to pay when you two were together. Despite his inconsistent paycheck not always allowing him to do so.

You walked back to Foggy and noticed he already got two solids in. "While you were over there-" Foggy moved his hands in a circle ", being all kissy kissy, I was here actually playing pool."

You rolled your eyes and plucked the tiny umbrella from his drink, earning a slurred "Hey!" And a sloppy attempt of him trying to get it back. You smirked as you tucked the umbrella in your hair behind your ear. "Let the games begin, Nelson."

Another shot, and sometime later, you and Foggy both stared at the nearly empty table. Foggy had one ball left, and it was his turn. You sunk your last stripe on your turn but choked when it came time for number 8, your aim just slightly off. He carefully studied the table, and you anxiously drummed your fingers against the stick. Matt was watching from his seat. A grin spread on his lips.

"Okay." Foggy breathed out, finishing off his drink. He leaned over, checking and rechecking his aim before hitting the white ball. It smoothly rolled across the table before hitting the orange one, giving it momentum. Like the one before, it evenly rolled across the table, landing perfectly in the pocket. "Yes!" Foggy yelled, fist pumping the air.

Matt laughed from his seat, and you gave him a pointed look you knew he couldn't see but definitely could feel. "Oh, come on, sweetheart, that was a good shot." He tried to reason with you.

You shook your head at the trader. "I wouldn't be celebrating so soon." You turn to Foggy. "There's still one more." Were you competitive? Yes. But you also had never lost a game of pool to Foggy, and you did not want the first time to be on your birthday.

"Oh, contraire birthday girl," Foggy said through a wicked smile. "I do not think I am celebrating my win too early. If you look, you will see that I have aimed the shot perfectly."

Your eyes snapped down to the table. Sure enough, the white and black balls were perfectly aligned with the top left pocket. A shot you only dream about. You bit your lip; the alcohol was infusing itself with your emotions, making you more competitive than usual.

Foggy's smile didn't waver once as he leaned over. He stared at you, dead in your eyes. "Top left." As he called the shot, you didn't break eye contact until you heard the click of his stick coming into contact with the white ball. You watched as the cue ball tapped number eight, the ball taking off with speed. You cursed Foggy under your breath for your loss when the ball suddenly stopped moving. You blinked once, then twice, thinking you were in a tequila mirage. But it was real. The ball stopped centimetres away from the pocket.

Matt howled with laughter as you and Foggy stood there stunned. "Jesus Foggy, had one too many Sex on the Beaches?" You followed Matt's laughter with your own, relief escaping from your lips.

"H-how?" Foggy stammered.

"Never underestimate the powers of a fruity little drink, Fog." You spun your stick around on the floor. "And also, never celebrate early."

Foggy gave you a pointed look, and you shrugged your shoulders, bending over with your hands on your knees to get a better angle of the two balls. You heard a loud chorus of laughter come from the table in the corner, but you didn't let it distract you as you lined up your shot.

Looking at Foggy directly in his eyes, just as he did with you, you said, "Top left." And hit the cue ball. Not needing much force, the black ball quickly fell into the pocket, and the white ball stopped right before it, making you the winner.

You exploded off the ground, jumping up and down while a series of laughter escaped your lips. Your celebration was short lived, though, as a finger tapped on your shoulder. Spinning from the table, you were faced with a gold chain resting against a blue shirt. Your eyes trailed up to find the dark haired boy.

"Nice shot you got there." He said, his breath reeking of cheap vodka as he plucked the umbrella from your hair.

You stood frozen in your spot, stunned by his unwanted forwardness. Not even half a second later, you saw Matt's hand firmly grasp the guy's shoulder, spinning him around with force.

"Drop the fucking umbrella." Matt all but growled at him.

The guy laughed, clearly unaware of who was in front of him. Matt Murdock was gone, the Devil was out now, and he was pissed. Foggy gently grabbed your arm and pulled you away from behind the guy, pushing you behind him.

"Sorry, man." The guy said. "You can have the umbrella. I just want the girl." He grasped Matt's hand off his shoulder before turning it over and placing the umbrella in it. He went to walk away from Matt and back towards you, but he never got the chance as Matt intersected his path.

"Well, that's too bad." Matt started. "That's my girl. So how about you just walk back to your table and leave us alone."

The guy scoffed, looking at you as his head tilted to see past Matt's shoulders. "Come on, baby," his use of a pet name made your skin crawl. "Why don't you go home with a man who can treat you right? Actually, watch your face as you orgas-"

He never finished his sentence as Matt delivered a swift blow to his cheek. The guy's head snapped to the right as he tried to steady himself on the table. You heard chairs scooting back, and your eyes found the other three guys making their way towards the scene.

"You fucked up, dude." The guy said, wiping the blood off his cheekbone with his thumb.

"Foggy, take her outside." Matt said calmly. Foggy, the guy who hates violence, nodded in a curt understanding. "And you, let's take this outback," Matt pushed the guy towards the back door employees used for smoke breaks.

You tried to jerk out of Foggy's hold to stop Matt, but Foggy wasn't letting you go anywhere. You watched as the three guys followed their friend. "Come on." Foggy gently moved you in the opposite direction towards the front door. "You and I both know he can handle it."

Oh, you knew Matt wasn't in any trouble. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in your mind that he would have all four learning a crucial lesson before you even made it out the door. That's not why you wanted to stop him. You wanted to stop him because you wanted to punch the smug look off their faces and break that ugly gold chain off his neck. Maybe it was just liquid courage talking, or you were still riding the high from your win, but you wanted to make them bleed.

Sadly you were never given a chance as Foggy ushered you out the front door, yelling a quick "Thank you." At Josie. The cool night air hit you hard once you were outside, the city still alive and buzzing with Saturday nightlife. You strained your ears, trying to hear over the city's noise to check on Matt, but it was useless. You did not have his exceptional hearing.

Foggy stood awkwardly next to you, his foot tapping against the sidewalk as he leaned against the side of the building. "So how 'bout that weather?" He tried to fill the awkward silence. You glared at him, and he gave you a tight lipped smile. "Look, it's not like those guys stand a chance against Matt. He's all-" Foggy puffed up his chest, widened his stance, and started walking with an extra sway in his step. You laughed at his theatrics

"I'm Matt Murdock." He said, lowering his voice a couple of octaves. "I protect this city, even if it means doing something reckless and stupid where my best friend and girlfriend have to drag my bloody body to my apartment."

You laughed harder at the truth behind his statement. Foggy was good at diffusing the situation and turning your anxieties into giggles. Your laughter only egged him on, though. He kept prancing around with his head held high, voice unnecessarily deep. "Now back away, criminal, before I beat your ass with my super cool kung-fu skills." He then started to punch the air.

You noticed Matt walking from around the corner, behind Foggy. Your eyes momentarily scanned him for any injuries, but you couldn't find any. Allowing yourself to take a deep sigh of relief, you looked back at Foggy. He was still punching the air saying, "High ya! High ya!"

"I definitely do not say that." Matt said, causing foggy to turn around too quickly, and he lost his balance.

"You're back!" Foggy straightened his shirt and tried to act cool, even though he was just assaulting the air moments before.

Matt gave you a questioning look before walking to your side and slinging his arm around your shoulder. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips towards you in a momentarily scolding kiss. "Was that necessary, Matthew?"

Matt grinned in response, guiding you down the street as Foggy kept pace with the two of you. "Absolutely. No one talks to my girl like that."

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't actually that bothered. What that guy said was so far from okay. He deserved what came to him. And honestly, the thought of Matt single handedly kicking four dude's asses to defend your honour got you very hot and bothered.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Matt asked with an all knowing smile on his face. He heard the little skip in your heartbeat, which only happens when you're starting to get in the mood.

You hummed a yes, leaning on Matt more than you needed to. "Yeah, I'm good, just hungry." That wasn't a lie; because of the events that occurred, your nice buzz had left your system, leaving you in a serious need for some greasy food.

"Oh my ggooosshhh!" Foggy practically yelled from beside you. His buzz was clearly still going strong. "We should go to that taco truck!"

You nodded eagerly. "Are we talking about the taco truck Fog? The one on the corner?"

Foggy nodded just as eagerly at your vague description, knowing exactly what you were talking about. "Yeah, that one! The one with the chips and salsa."

You subconsciously started to pick up your pace, and so did Foggy. "I love their chips and salsa! But they also have the carnitas."

"Fuck, their carnitas are so good." You and Foggy were all but running in the direction of the taco truck. You didn't even notice that Matt was a couple of paces behind you. Somehow, you had left his grasp.

"What are you guys talking about?" He asked from behind.

You and foggy stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him simultaneously. "The taco truck," Foggy said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay, yes, I know, but what taco truck?" Matt clearly was not on the same wavelength as you two.

"The one on the corner." You said in the same tone as Foggy.

"Yeah, the taco truck on the corner-" Foggy started

"With the chips and salsa-" You continued.

"And the fucking amazing carnitas." You both finished in unison.

Matt still looked just as confused. You groaned in frustration before grabbing your boyfriend's arm, leading him in the right direction. "Just follow us."

It didn't take too long to get to the corner. Once there, you saw a line of people with the same idea as you. You didn't mind waiting, though. The food was well worth it. Matt hugged you from behind as you got in line, bending down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He was being extra touchy after what happened, but you didn't mind. You were still flustered after what Matt did, and you needed as much skin-to-skin contact to dull the ache between your legs.

"So what's so great about this place? And how come I've never been?" Matt asked, and you felt his hot breath on your ear, a stark contrast to the chill of the night. Matt noticed his proximity's effect on you and brushed a quick kiss under your earlobe. You bit your lip.

"Just wait." Foggy counted the bills in his wallet, calculating the best way to get the most food. "And you didn't know about it because it's our spot." Foggy motioned between the two of you.

"Your guys' spot?" Matt seemed a little offended. "How come I wasn't invited?"

"Oh. I don't know, maybe because at 2 am, when most people have a craving for Mexican cuisine, you have a craving for justice." Foggy took out all of his money from his wallet, deciding the best move was to spend it all.

You laughed in response, but it was true. This was your's and Foggy's spot when Matt was out on patrol. All it took was a simple "Tacos?" text from either one of you, and you both would meet up at the corner between his apartment and Matt's, no matter the time. You didn't mean to not include Matt. It's just that you liked having something special with Foggy.

Matt didn’t let go of you, even as the line moved. "Is this why you never have cash on you?" Matt quietly asked in your ear. You could feel his grin against you as you nodded.

The line moved quickly and efficiently. It took no time for the three of you to reach the front. Foggy walked up with confidence to the window, "Hey Mariana!" He greeted the women taking orders.

"Foggy!" She cheerily responded. "Please tell me you brought your friend!"

You gently wiggled out of Matts arm's to peek out from behind Foggy. "Hello, Mariana!" You told the familiar face. Mariana was the owner of the truck, and she ran a tight ship. All the recipes were her own, and if the line of people always waiting, rain or shine, wasn't enough proof the woman knew what she was doing, then the proudly displayed local awards taped on the window by the menu were more evidence.

"Ah, Mija! You're finally back!" Mariana reached through the window and down to grab your arm. "You haven't stopped by in a while. Look at your arms! You're getting too skinny. Are you even eating when you're not here?"

You laughed, and Mariana moved back into her spot. "It hasn't been that long. Weren't we here just a couple of nights ago, Fog?"

"Yeah, wasn't it Thursday?"

Mariana waved her hands. "It doesn't matter. It's been too long. Now, what do you guys want?"

Instinctively, you and Foggy combined your cash together and slammed it down the shiny metal overhang table. Foggy turned to Matt. "Come on, dude, you gotta contribute to the load."

Matt dug out his wallet before grabbing the last of his bills and stacking them neatly on top of your guy's. You and Foggy never counted them, never worried about who had more and who had less. The only important thing was getting your hands on some damn good tacos.

"You brought another one with you, I see?" Mariana said while collecting the money. "Who is this?"

"This is my boyfriend, Matt." You introduced him.

"He's also my business partner." Foggy added on.

Mariana gave Matt a once over. "So you're the one who lets her walk here alone in the middle of the night then, huh." She scolded Matt.

Matt tilted his head to the side. "In my defence, I did not know about this till a couple of minutes ago."

"Mmhum." Mariana was not impressed.

"It's true." You confessed. "He did not know about the late night taco rendezvous until now."

Mariana squinted her eyes at you, then tilted her chin at Matt. "But he treats you well, no?"

You grabbed Matt's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Yes, very much so."

"And you make sure she's eating when she's not here?" Mariana was the best, always taking care of others.

Matt nodded his head. "I try to, but if I'm being honest, she mostly makes sure I'm the one fed."

Mariana studied Matt one last time before taking part of the money and handing it back to you. "Here you go, Mija. No one should pay for tacos on their birthday."

You weren't sure how she knew it was your birthday. You couldn't recall ever mentioning it to her, but that was Mariana. She always knew exactly what everyone needed: some tacos to soak up the alcohol, a soda to settle your stomach or a friend who was there to listen.

You and Foggy ordered, not letting Matt put in his two senses because you both knew what was the best. Afterwards, you walked over to the curb you always sat at and waited. Matt's arm was around your waist the second you sat down.

"I don't think she likes me very much." Matt seemed a little bothered by his statement.

Foggy chuckled. "Nah. Mariana just wants to make sure her most valuable customer is getting taken care of."

Matt squeezed your waist. His fingers spread wide, wanting to touch as much of you as he could. "Yeah, I'm not too happy that you've been walking alone at night. I'm also not happy that you-" Matt pointed his head toward Foggy "haven't been walking with her."

Foggy's mouth twisted into a scowl as he gave you a look from the sides of his eyes. "I try every time!" he shouts, defending himself. "But she never lets me! She's always going off about wanting to clear her head or something."

"It's called the post-taco clarity." You said matter of factly. Foggy was telling the truth, though. Without fail, he always insisted he walked you to and from the truck every time. And every time, you always declined. You loved walking back by yourself and observing the city's nightlife. You always made sure you were cautious. Only taking the well-lit and busy street and grasping your pepper spray Matt had given you on your keychain.

"I still don't like it. From now on, if you two want any more late-night taco runs, you use the buddy system." Matt said, leaving no room for debate.

You looked at Foggy and rolled your eyes, expecting him to give you the same "okay, dad" look, but he didn't. Instead, he nodded in agreement with Matt. The two of them were very protective of you, and though you knew it came from a place of love, sometimes it annoyed you.

"Foggy, Mija!" You heard Mariana call out, placing three massive paper plates down on the ledge below her.

"I got it." Foggy stood up and walked towards the truck.

Matt pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry that guy said those things to you."

You leaned your head against his shoulder. "Well, he didn't really say anything to me. You never gave him a chance."

Matt smirked before reaching into his jacket pocket, gently pulling something out. His hand moved from across your waist so he could brush your hair behind your ear, a prickling sensation following his fingers. Once his hand left you, you moved yours up, feeling the tiny umbrella back in its original spot. A wide grin spread across your face as you imagined Matt beating the absolute shit out of those guys while simultaneously making sure the umbrella was safe in his care. You knew Matt must've moved his body with more precision than usual, to ensure the flimsy thin paper and tiny wooden sticks didn't get crushed.

Matt leaned in close to your ear, his nose brushing against the umbrella, "And when we get home, I'll make sure your birthday is celebrated properly. By the time I'm done with you, you will have no recollection of that asshole."

You couldn't hear Matt. No, his voice was gone, replaced with something deeper, feral. You couldn't hear Matt because the Devil hadn't gone away. Still awake and hungry, only holding himself back because Foggy was around. The Devil wanted you badly.

Matt pressed what looked like an innocent kiss to your cheek. In reality, it was a possessive seal to his promise. Foggy returned with the food. Placing a plate full of tacos on each of your laps and setting the chips and salsa on the ground in the middle. Though Matt's statement had you a little distracted, you quickly came back to reality with the smell of food in front of you. You groaned when the food hit your tongue in a mix of sexual frustration and hunger. Next to you, Matt cleared his throat.

"I swear she made them even better because it's your birthday." Foggy's mouth was full of carnitas.

You could only respond with a nod. Too overwhelmed by the flavours dancing on your tongue. Nuding Matt with your elbow, you asked, "What do you think?"

Matt looked like he was in a trance, his mouth slowly chewing to savour his bite. You laughed at his reaction and told Foggy, "I think we broke him."

After all three of you had carnage your meal, you and Matt walked Foggy back to his place. He was starting to sober up, a headache reminding him of Sex on the Beaches' power. Quick hugs and final goodbyes were given before you and Matt walked back to his place.

You didn't make it very far. As soon as you stepped out of the building, Matt dragged you to an empty alleyway and pushed you against the wall trapping you between his arms with his hands on either side of you. His breathing was hot and heavy as you searched for his eyes behind the tinted glasses.

"It's okay." You said, knowing Matt needed some reassurance right now. You could tell he was trying to hold in the Devil. "Kiss me, Matthew."

He wasted no time as his lips landed on your feverishly. There was nothing slow or gentle about this kiss. This kiss was meant to mark. His tongue parted your lips and tasted you while you wrapped your hand in his hair. Pulling at his brown strands, you heard him grunt. His hands never left the wall, fingernails digging into brick. He was afraid to touch you like this, afraid to hurt you.

Matt pulled back suddenly, leaving your head spinning and lips tingling. "Home. Now." He commanded, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the street.

Most nights, especially taco nights, you were happy Foggy lived close to Matt. Tonight you were grateful. Matt's hand never left yours as he slammed open the front door to his apartment. You were afraid the hinges were broken but didn't get to put much thought into it as Matt grabbed your legs and swung your body over his shoulder.

"Matt!" You giggled. You didn't mind being carried like a rag doll. It gave you the perfect view of Matt's godly ass. You reached out and gave it a little smack.

"Hey!" Matt chuckled behind you and smacked your ass in return.

The world became right-side up again when Matt gently threw you on the bed. Your smile never faded, even when he moved on top of you. Reaching up, you gently took his glasses off, allowing you to stare into those eyes your fell in love with.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Matt couldn't smell the alcohol on your breath anymore, and your skin temperature had lowered, but he still wanted to make sure.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt, "I feel like," once his chest was exposed to you, you trailed a finger from his collar bone down between his pecks "if you don't fuck me" your finger was now heading towards that trail of hair you love so much, stopping at his buckle "my birthday would be ruined."

Matt gave you a smirk, and you unbuckled his belt. "Oh well, I wouldn't want to ruin your birthday, would I?"

You shook your head, answering his question for him. Matt's lips were on yours again as soon as you felt the top button of his pants let loose. This time he let one of his hands cup behind your neck, his thumb resting on your pulse that was pounding under your skin. You moaned when your hand met his already hard length as your thumb gently swirled around the tip.

"Not tonight." Matt said in between kisses he was placing on your neck. "Tonight is about you." Matt found your sweet spot behind your earlobe and nipped at it before grabbing the stick of the tiny umbrella between his teeth. Only Matthew Murdock could make such a dorky sight look so sexy. He gently put the umbrella down next to his glasses on the bedside table.

His rough palms gently held your waist while travelling up, bunching your shirt till your breasts were exposed. A sweet kiss was pressed on both before pulling off your shirt.

His hands found your bare waist, and you sucked in a breath. He slowly trailed them down to the waistband of your pants, his index finger teasing you by going between you and the material of your underwear. You arched your back up in a fruitless attempt to get more contact. Matt was pleased with how you were acting. He loved it when you crumbled beneath his touch.

"I'm thinking three." He said to you, hands not crossing the line and going where you wanted them.

"What?"

"I'm thinking three times minimum. That's the very least amount of times you can come tonight. I will not be satisfied until you have had at least three orgasms." Matt's finger was still on the button of your jeans now, not moving until you agreed to him.

And damn it, you would agree to anything at this point; if it meant he would touch you. Still, you couldn't find the words. They were lost somewhere in your need for Matt to feel you.

"Say yes, sweetheart, and you'll get what you want." Matt could smell your arousal and wanted nothing more than to taste it. You had to agree first.

Finally, mustering up some strength, your words came out in a needy pant, "Yes, Matt."

That was all he needed. "Good girl." He praised as he unbuttoned your pants. Once they got to your ankles, you kicked them off, and that's when Matt got to work. One of his thick thighs slid between yours, leaving no space between your bodies. A trail of kisses was left from your neck to the valley between your breasts. Your sweet thump, thump, thump, of your heart felt like a prayer on his lips. His left hand went to cup your breast, his thump gliding over your bra right where your nipple was. You moaned into his touch as he pressed a chaste kiss over your other one.

"Matt." You breathed out.

He could feel your damp underwear through his pants pressing against his thigh. Stopping his movement with his hands, he reached around you to unclasp your bra. He all but ripped it off you before he began swirling the sensitive nub in his mouth. Instinctively your hips ground down on his thigh, and a pleasantly surprised moan escaped your mouth at the friction.

Matt bit the skin below your breast, sucking to ebb the pain. You knew it would leave a mark, and you wanted so badly to grind on him again, but you were too nervous too.

"Don't be shy." Matt moved his head to give the other side equal attention. "Use me in whatever way you need."

Now granted with permission, you ground your hips down again, the pressure nearly hitting the spot you needed. A needy, pathetic groan escaped you, and Matt used one of his hands to grasp your thigh, his fingers pinching into your skin as he hiked your leg up. With the new position, you felt the friction of his body on your clit. A sigh of relief escaping you.

Matt pressed his lips hungrily against yours as you kept dragging yourself up and down his thigh. The repetitive motion made your fingers numb as you gripped the silk sheets beneath you. Matt's hand trailed up your thigh and grabbed your butt, pushing you more into him.

"Faster." He commanded.

You obeyed, hips moving frantically. Matt's tongue left yours so he could move back down to your nipple. His sucking and swirling, paired with him pushing his leg further into you, made you snap your eyes shut. The blackness quickly accompanied by white spots as you ground through your first orgasm. Lips parted as a deep moan left them. Matt's grip tightened on you, making sure you worked yourself throug h your first orgasm. Lips parted as a deep moan left them. Matt's grip tightened on you, making sure you worked yourself through it.

Not giving you any chance to catch your breath, Matt parted your thighs, your scent filling his nose and making his dick twinge in excitement. He kissed the bruises his fingers left on your thigh. Usually he wasn't this rough, but something about what happened earlier made him want to mark every inch of your body. He could already hear the blood vessels breaking and blood flowing to the skin on your chest. A wicked grin spread across his face.

"I may not be able to see your face when you come." Matt pressed a series of kisses closer to where you wanted his mouth. "But I can hear your heart beating, skipping a beat when I do this." Another kiss was pressed, and he was inching his way closer. "I can smell your need and release miles away." Matt's face was now right in between your legs. Your thighs started to shake. "I can feel the hair on your body rising." His index finger teasing your entrance in slow circles. "Most importantly," Matt's lips grazed your clit, his tongue barely peeking out to give you a lick. "I can taste how sweet you are. I may not be able to see you, sweetheart. But I'll be damned if you ever find another man who can sense the symphony of your body the way I can."

Your hands grasped his hair in an effort to push him closer to you. He didn't budge, instead growling at the sensation. "Tell me what you want."

Your thighs moved around his shoulders, and he felt you shake with desire. "You."

"Who?" He asked.

"You, Matthew."

"Good, and what do you want me to do?" His mouth was starting to part. He was just as eager as you were.

"Make me come, Matthew."

You felt Matt's smile. "Gladly." He mumbled before attaching his mouth to you.

He ate you like he was a disciple, and you were the last supper. He sucked on your clit, and you rolled your hips into him. Matt flicked his tongue up and down and pushed his index finger into you. He moaned at the feeling of your walls clamping around him. Once you felt relaxed enough, he inserted another, preparing you for when you take him. Yanking at his hair, your whole body contracted with the feeling of Matt's mouth and his fingers. He paired the two perfectly together, using his tongue to swirl around the sensitive bud and his fingers to push against the spot inside of you.

Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. "God." You breathed when Matt's movement started to follow the beat of your heart. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, the way he looked like he didn't want to be anywhere else. His hips grounding into the mattress, attempting to take the edge off.

His fingers continued to go right where you wanted them to, and his tongue continued to move against you. You cried out as an orgasm crashed into you, thighs clamping around Matt's head as you saw that cocky smile grace his face. He didn't slow down or stop, though. He kept going, the pace never faltering as you arched your back at the situation.

"Matt, Matt, please." You didn't know what you were pleading for. You were unsure if you wanted him to stop.

Matt only grunted in response. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was drunk off your high. Your taste was nothing short of heaven. He wanted to hear you cry out again, wanted you to be so loud that wherever that scumbag was, he would hear how good you felt with him. He wanted his city to know that you were his girl, both of them only he could touch, only he could protect.

It didn't take you long to reach that same place again—your whole body reacting to the feeling of Matt. A loud moan came from you and bounced off the walls filling Matt's ears with satisfaction. You were his.

Once he felt you starting to come down, he removed himself, licking his two fingers clean. You tried to slow your breathing as Matt's face came close to yours. His kiss allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

"You did good, sweetheart." You giggled at Matt's statement, knowing fully you did nothing, but still happy you got his approval. "Three times, just like I asked." Matt tucked your hair behind your ear. "We can stop now if you need to.

But stopping was the last thing you wanted. It was your birthday, and you were feeling greedy. So you pushed Matt with all the strength you could muster down into the pillows while you yanked off his pants, wasting no time to do the same with his underwear, allowing his cock to stand straight up.

"We aren't done yet." You muttered as you straddled him. Your wet cunt gliding up and down him.

Matt's hand found your hips as you sucked on his neck. Making sure to leave a mark that could be seen above the collar of his shirts. Matt's fingers wove themselves in your hair before pulling you away from his neck and pushing you down onto his lips.

"You said at least three. Not trying to deny me more, are you?" You slid your hand in between you both. Positioning the tip of him at your entrance.

"You know I want to give you anything and everything." Matt tried to move up to kiss you, but you grabbed his neck, pushing him back down.

"Then give me another Matthew."

Matt's grip on you tightened as he pushed you down onto him. His cock stretching you out and filling you up perfectly. Your hand around his neck tightened, and Matt dug his hips deeper into you. You both moved in sync, Matt going in deeper than usual, and your walls clenched around him in response. Your hand intermittently tightening and loosening around his throat.

Though you wouldn't let him kiss you, you didn't do anything about his hands. Matt released one from his grip around you and pressed his thumb into your overstimulated clit. You moaned at the pleasure the pain caused, speeding up your pace.

"God, Matt, why do you feel so good." You knew how much Matt liked it when you fed into his ego, and based on how Matt growled in response, you knew you did something right.

Matt had you on your back in a flash, his frame towering over you like a predator about to kill its prey. The sight of it almost had you coming again. Matt moved your leg onto his shoulder, allowing him to hit you faster and harder. Your nails dug into his forearm. Matt was being selfish now, he knew he could hurt you if he kept up this pace, but he didn't care.

You loved it, though. It wasn't often Matt allowed some of the Devil to come out and play. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow morning, but it would definitely be worth it.

Matt felt your warmth growing. He knew it wouldn't be much longer till you finished. So he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head. Your leg was now bent, your knee digging into your shoulder. Your muscles ached a moment before Matt's hand pulled your hair.

"Come. Now."

Just like every time before and every time after this, you obeyed. Your pussy clenched around him as you felt the high sweep over your body. Matt then allowed himself to come, his warm liquid mixing into your wetness.

The two of you were panting and sweating as you both came down. Matt pulled out of you and fell onto the pillow beside you, exhausted. You both sat there, trying to reorient yourselves. You moved first, turning onto your shoulder to look at Matt.

His hair was a mess, his lips were swollen, and a mark was starting to form on his neck. You were sure you looked the same. Glancing down, you saw a few purple spots already forming. Matt opened his arm up, and you scooted closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Matt kissed your forehead and mumbled into your hair. "Happy birthday."

You smiled, legs still shaking from the mind-blowing sex you had. Your body was already sore, but what was more satisfying than anything else.

"Thank you, Matt. For everything."

Matt squeezed you closer to him. He was hot, and his scent was more pronounced due to his orgasm. "Anything for my girl."

You loved when he said that. His girl you were indeed, just like Hell's Kitchen was his city.

#marvel #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #marvel's daredevil #matt murdock smut #sex on the beach #foggy nelson #tiny umbrella #no use of y/n #matt murdock fic #marvel fic #make hell’s kitchen know i’m yours #matt eats pussy like a champ #foggy can we get tacos?

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GUYS! I am uploading a spicy🌶 Matt Murdock x Reader fic TONIGHT! I’m so so sorry for being MIA, we are understaffed at my work and life has been crazy! But it’s coming probably at around 1 or 2am PST BE READY!

Also I think big ears are adorable.

let’s take a moment to appreciate his adorable ears

#daredevil #marvel #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #fic update #coming soon #smut with plot #just you wait #tbh it’s not that good #but still #it’s an update

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IM WHEEZING

Andrew Garfield as DESMOND DOSS HACKSAW RIDGE (2016) DELETED SCENE dir. Mel Gibson

#andrew garfield #holy fuck #oh my god #the money I would pay to know what his mouth can do #i would so let him eat my pastry #help i’m wheezing

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oceancomet · 2 years

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Hey Guys!

Thank you for all the love and attention on “Wednesday Socks”! It has been a very, very, very long time since I wrote a fic, but I’m so glad I’m doing it again! I don’t have a posting schedule right now, and I don’t know if I ever will. But my goal is to post at least one fic a week. I am almost done with my undergraduate degree, and I’m finishing up Spring quarter (this coming week is the last week), but I also work full-time on top of being a full-time student, so I don’t want to commit to anything yet. Expect mostly Marvel fics, but the occasional Star Wars and Harry Potter ones as well.

I am currently working on a tasm!Peter Parker fic, but I am writing more than initially planned... This one might be a two-parter… I’m still unsure, so we will just have to wait and see. Either way, it will be a long one, so I’m hoping to post another short Matt Murdock fic this weekend. Make sure to be on the lookout for that!

Other than that, I don’t have any things else to say! Welcome to my page, everyone! Have fun here and be kind, good human beings, of course!

#fic update #update #marvel #more coming soon

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oceancomet · 2 years

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Please use this card responsibly.

yeah

#matt murdock #marvel's daredevil #daredevil #big dick matt #matty-d #marvel

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Wednesday Socks- Matt Murdock x Reader

Matt Murdock x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: Wednesdays are your least favourite day of the week. After dinner plans don’t go according to plan, Matt orders takeout and makes you smile.

Contents: silly!matt x tired!reader; implied smut at the end if you squint; just short, sweet, and simple fluff.

Word Count: 2,078

A/N: This is my first time writing/ posting a fic in a long time, I would love some construtive feedback if you have any!

This particular Wednesday had been awful. It started with you sleeping through your alarm and unable to find your Wednesday socks. These socks were the most comfortable pair that you owned. You only wore them on Wednesdays because you needed every ounce of comfort to get you through the day. To make matters worse, while walking to work, you realized halfway that you had forgotten your phone and your lunch because you were scrambling to find your socks. By the time you did manage to make it to work, the place was full of customers eager to get their coffee. The day showed you no mercy between spilling hot espresso down the front of your apron and an angry woman with a too-tight ponytail insisting you made her hot soy sugar free vanilla latte wrong.

Needless to say, you were looking forward to going home, cooking you and Matt dinner, and cuddling with him on the couch untill he needed to go on patrol. You were always the last to leave the apartment and the first to come back. Though you didn't like how cold the bed felt once Matt left it, you did like being able to start on dinner, so it was almost ready for him by the time he got home.

Dropping your bag on the table beside the front door, you kicked off your shoes before taking a deep breath. Now that you were home, you could finally relax. With a shower, you washed all the sweat, coffee, and Wednesday audacity off your body. You stayed in a little longer so the hot water would relax your muscles.

Eventually, you started on dinner after changing into your Wednesday pyjamas, which were also your most comfortable pair of shorts and Matt's t-shirt. Your stomach growled with an aggressive reminder that you didn't eat lunch. Tonight was supposed to be easy, just some chicken baked in the oven with vegetables. You got to work on cutting the zucchini and carrots and seasoning the chicken, making sure Matt's had a little less than yours due to his heightened senses. Once everything was in the oven, you slumped on the couch, stretching your back over the armrest while trying to touch the other side with your toes. Matt should be home soon, but in the meantime, you decided to read to give your mind a chance to wind down.

You couldn't remember closing your eyes and falling asleep. But the next thing you knew, a high pitched beeping made you snap your eyes wide open again. Smoke clouded the room, and you smelt burning chicken.

"Well fuck me!" You yelled at the smoke, the alarm, the burning food, and the day.

Yanking open the oven, more smoke tumbled out of it burning your eyes and making you cough. Grabbing the oven mitts, you moved the pans out of the heat and tossed them on the stove. Closing the door, you grabbed the towel you and Matt always left hanging on the handle. The smoke detector was still beeping, and even though you knew that it wasn't, it felt like it was getting louder and louder every second. Tugging open the windows on your way to the alarm, you climbed on a chair, trying to reach the button to make it stop. Despite the stretching you did earlier on the couch, it was no use. You were too short to reach it.

Cursing at Matt for having a place with high ceilings, you used the towel to try and fan the smoke around the detector. You only got a few good whacks in before Matt billowed in through the door. He was a mess, with red cheeks, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his breath coming out in short pants.

"Welcome home, honey!" You sarcastically greeted him on the chair, towel slicing through the air.

Matt tilted his head to the side, and an amused grin fell on his lips. "What happened?"

You didn't stop fiercely moving your arm as you answered, "Wednesday."

Matt chuckled and walked to where you were on the chair. You almost made a scolding comment about him not helping, but you never got the chance. He wrapped his arms around your legs right under your butt and lifted you off the chair before slowly releasing his grip, just enough to where you slid down his body. You felt your chest moving down his, the buttons of his pants scaping down your thighs before your feet hit the ground. Matt didn't move his hand from lazily resting against your butt even once you were steady. Which typically would've had you swooning, but that damn beeping was seriously ruining the moment.

Matt gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Go sit down." He said, "I'm here now. I'll fix it."

You didn't know if he meant the beeping, dinner, or your mood. But something told you he would be able to fix it all. So you watched him stand on the chair before easily reaching up and turning off the smoke detector. His button-up shirt untucked itself from his jeans with the movement, allowing you to see a bit of the trail of hair leading to his buckle.

"Thank God that's over. I heard it once I was out of the office. It freaked me out so much I sprinted all the way here." Matt jumped down from the chair and went into the kitchen to inspect the damage to the food. "Gave me a heart attack, you know," he continued. "I couldn't hear your heartbeat over the beeping and thought something happened."

You let out a little sigh before slumping into the seat next to the kitchen counter. You opened your mouth, ready to apologize, but Matt started talking again.

"But then you were waving that towel while standing on the chair, and I tried so hard not to laugh." It was there Matt left out a deep chuckle from his chest, and you couldn't help but follow up with a giggle. "It was so funny you were like-" Matt started to flamboyantly wave his arm in the air in a dramatic interpretation. You laughed harder ", and I was damn near ready to save you from a burning building" Matt stopped to laugh, losing his breath a little "I swear, I was already thinking of excuses to tell the firefighters how a blind man managed to save a woman from a fire."

You let your head fall into your palm, shaking with laughter at the situation you were angry about just moments ago. Matt did that a lot. He always found a way to make you laugh, even when you didn't think you'd be able to.

Grinning ear to ear, Matt pointed at the chicken. "You know I love your cooking and will eat anything you put in front of me, but this", he lightly poked the black hockey puck ", is where I draw the line."

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him. "Well, then I don't know what else we have to eat. I was going to go grocery shopping tomorrow."

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it into the air before catching it with the other hand. "Well then, it's a good thing I am an excellent Chinese food orderer."

Matt started walking over to you, abandoning the chicken and back chipped vegetables while dialling the number he had memorized. Leaning his back against the counter next to you, he put the phone to his ear before asking, "The usual?"

Nodding, you said, "Yeah, the usual."

Takeout containers littered the table in front of you and Matt. You laid back on the couch, your legs finding a clean space on the table so you could fully relax. Matt wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pressed you close to him.

"Thank you for cooking dinner, Murdock." You said to him while resting your head against his shoulder.

"Well, someone has to make sure we don't go hungry." He said through a smirk.

You gently hit his chest, and Matt faked a wince. "I don't want to hear that, Mathew! You know how I feel about-"

"Wednesdays," Matt finished. "Yes, I know how you feel about Wednesdays. Hey, did you find your socks by chance?"

You slowly raised from your comfortable position, giving Matt a sceptical look. "Why are you bringing up the socks, Murdock?"

Matt couldn't see the look on your face, but he could hear the tone in your voice. The tone that scared him, the ass-kicking lawyer by day, and the equally ass-kicking vigilante by night.

"Well," he began racking his brain for information he learned about handling a hostile witness in law school. "Do you remember when you asked me to put away the laundry Sunday?"

"Yes, I do recall such events taking place." This was not looking good for him.

"Okay, so I might've just dumped all the socks in my drawer because I didn't want to go through each one and feel which one was mine, and which one was yours."

"And why didn't you want to do that, Matt?"

Uh oh, you used the name everyone calls him. You never say it unless he's in way over his head. Nevertheless, he couldn't help the sides of his mouth twitch upward. "If I am recalling the events of that morning correctly," he positioned himself so one leg was tucked under him and he could look at you better, "someone was in the kitchen listening to music and swaying her hips rather suggestively."

Matt felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you recalled that morning. You cleared your throat. "Yes, I was in the kitchen, dancing, but you still haven't answered my question, so I'll ask it again. Why are you bringing up the socks, Murdock."

There we go, back to his last name, a quirk you picked up when you two were just starting to get to know each other. "I bring this up because this morning, while I was getting ready, my hand might have touched your Wednesday socks."

You took in a passive-aggressive deep breath.

"And I meant to put them in your drawer, I swear." Matt heard your index finger tapping against your arm, a tell-tale sign he messed up. "But I was already running late because, you know, Wednesdays," he heard you scoff ", and I didn't realize I forgot till I was at the office."

"You could've texted me, Matt! You know how I need those socks to get me through my Wednesday shift!" You were acting more mad than you were. You were annoyed, yes, but you're pretty sure there is nothing Matt could do to make you angry even if it was something as important as your socks.

"I was also going to do that." He tilted his head down and raised his eyebrows at you. You couldn't help as a giggle escaped your lips. "But I honestly thought you would know to look there."

He was right. You did look there, but only after you tore your entire sock drawer inside out. "I have never felt such betrayal in my life." You tried your best to say the sentence seriously, but you failed as soon as you opened your mouth.

"How about this," Matt said, moving towards you, forcing you to lay down. "Tomorrow, we can go to the store," He crawled up to you, between your legs. "And I will buy you," His forearms trapped you while he leaned down close to your lips and whispered "All the Wednesday socks you want."

His mouth found yours, and he wasted no time pulling you into a hot, feverish kiss, drowning your lousy day behind teeth and tongue.

After a moment, you broke away and said, "I don't think we’ll be able to find another pair. They’re on of a kind"

Matt started to kiss your jaw, moving down into the spot behind your earlobe, and your hand automatically went into his hair. "Bummer," he said. "Looks like I'll just have to be sure to make your day better every Wednesday when you come home."

And that, that was something better than socks.

#daredevil x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock fanfic #marvel #marvel daredevil #matt murdock fluff #matt definitely has the best takeout order #i bet all the takeout is why his ass is so big #fic #fanfic #reader #silly!matt #socks are super important matt #don’t touch my socks matt #reader insert #no mentions of readers gender

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Okay, but like Mommy Wanda can do whatever she wants. The girls, gays, and theys will protector her AT ALL COST✊🏻🏳️‍🌈

I feel attacked

#pride month #pride 2022 #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #marvel #wanda maximoff #girls gays and theys #doctor strange

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Okay but Peter would totally be the guy to text “Leaving now” but he’s actually in the middle of kicking some guys ass.

#when i say i’m on my way this is what i mean

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014) dir. Marc Webb

#peter parker #tasm!peter parker #spider man #tasm!spiderman

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Sstttooppp. These are fucking golden. I love the idea of Matt knowing the lyrics to Replay

i dont even know how i keep thinking of these

#marvel's daredevil #matt murdock #Matt #stop i’m crying #daredevil #this is canon

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🌑 smut | 🔮 personal favourite

|Draco Malfoy

Boyfriend

Summary: Both of you haven’t defined the relationship yet and Draco thinks your skirt is too short.🌑

Mirror Pics

Summary: Draco has other ideas for some poses for your instagram feed. 🌑🔮

Cockwarming

Summary: Cockwarming and then fucking ceo!Draco 🌑🔮

Trainwreck

Summary: Dom!Draco smut on the Hogwarts Express 🌑

|George Weasley

Love You Tenderly

Summary: George soon turns Y/N and his cuddling session into passionate soft sex 🌑

|Fred Weasley

Sex Toys

Summary: Fred brings some toys home. 🌑

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#harry potter #draco x reader #fred weasly x reader #george weasley #masterlist #fic recs #harry potter fic #george wealsey x reader #fred weasley #draco malfoy

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🌑 smut | 🔮 personal favourite

|Peter Parker (including tasm)

No Need to Whine, Boy (tasm)

Summary: Pete gets terribly turned on from the mere act of eating you out, and cums before you can play with him. 🌑

Wanna Be Adored (tasm)

Summary: Poor y/n can’t help but get a little needy while tending to Pete’s wounds, and he soon has her rutting against his thigh.🌑🔮

Sweet Girl of Mine (tasm)

Summary: “That’s it. That’s my girl” 🌑🔮

Terrible thing(tasm)

Summary: All you had to do was be good, but being good didn’t get you fucked from behind in a bathroom stall while your lover whispers dirty threats in your ear, now did it?🌑

Spider-Woman (tasm)

Summary: Peter finds out your secret identity, and enjoys it a little more than you would’ve thought. 🌑🔮

Peter’s Angel (tasm)

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity. 🌑

Academic Misgivings

Summary: You and Peter Parker aren’t friends, but you’re not entirely enemy either. You don’t like him but he always tries to be nice to you. He has everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ll do anything to show him that you can make it on your own.But can you?

|Bucky Barnes

Coffee. Emergency. Thighs.

Summary: You told Bucky that the only time he's allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It's an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs. 🌑🔮

Roadside Assistance

Summary: After your car gives out on the highway, you call your mechanic, Bucky, to come help you out, but he helps you out in more ways than one if you're picking up what I'm puttin' down.🌑

Between Your Legs

Summary: Making your very shy boyfriend admit his kinks turns into an unexpected series of events.🌑

Late night Frustrations

Summary: Your night is ruined by lack of batteries, but your roommate Bucky is there to help. 🌑

At the Club

Summary: Bucky has you ride yourself on his thigh at the club🌑

Knife Kink

Summary: Kinfe kink with Bucky 🌑🔮

Worth the Wait

Summary: “If you want to come you better beg.” “Be a good girl and spread your legs.” “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” 🌑

Your Bucky

Summary: Sam drags you out on a night out with Steve, and you’re surprised to find Bucky there. After a few too many tequila shots, you find yourself on the dance floor, wrapped in Bucky’s embrace, begging him to take you home.🌑

Two Servings

Summary: Bucky enjoys two servings of his delicious breakfast... you.🌑

You’re My Heaven

Summary: The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you. 🌑

Lessons In Knife Play

Summary: Bucky has a knife kink and by the time he’s done with you, you’ll have one too. 🌑

Mean It

Summary: You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated🌑

Long Week

Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax🌑

Birthday

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want you lifting a finger on your special day 🌑🔮

Angel

Summary: Bucky makes you breakfast, but he gets to eat something else. 🌑

Laundry Day

Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own. 🌑

That Black Tee

Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs.🌑

Teddy Bear

Summary: Soulmate!au in which when one soulmate loses something, their other half finds it. 🔮

|Wanda Maximoff

|Natasha Romanoff

Good Girl

Summary: Nat comes home from a long mission. 🌑

|Loki

Birthday Tricks

Summary: Teasing the God Of Mischief is all fun and games until he decides to make you suffer the consequences.🌑

Sweet Dreams

Summary: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” “Apparently there’s a bet going about when we’ll end up together.” “Hold my drink, I’m gonna go cause a scene.”🌑

|Yelena Belova

|Matt Murdock

Audiometry

Summary: You want to test Matt’s hearing and it becomes something of a game between the two of you. 🔮

Pussy Drunk Matt

Summary: Matt gets drunk off your pussy. 🌑🔮

Mad More

Summary: Matt did a stupid thing to keep you out of harm's way, so you let your anger and frustration out on him, more than one way.🌑

Insatiable

Summary: All of Matt’s attention has been on work, and you’re growing tired of it. Thigh riding fic. 🌑🔮

Devil’s Horn(y)

Summary: Your Halloween costume makes Matt feel certain things. 🌑

Listening In

Summary: The four times Matthew listened to your heart, and the first time he listened to his own.

Perfume

Summary: You are Mr Murdock's pretty, young, naive secretary 🌑

Mimicry

Summary: You, Matt, Foggy, and Karen play Description Charades. The evening gets competitive, especially when you have to act out a certain someone of Hell’s Kitchen.🔮

Josie’s

Summary: You realize this place may mean a lot to you and matt.

Roof

Summary: Matt takes you up to the roof of a taller building (in the black suit bc his ass looks fine in it) and basically goes feral and tells you “be as loud as you want Baby, no one down there can hear you all the way up here” 🌑

Spitfire

Summary: Matt's girl is a spitfire, but she's also a sensitive little thing that can easily get her feelings hurt. good thing matt always knows how to make it all better 🌑

Devilish

Summary: You spent a bit more money than you probably should have on some particular scraps of lace that really have no reason being that expensive, but it’s worth every cent when you get to ‘show’ it off.🌑

Wake Up Call

Summary: You work for Nelson and Murdock as an intern, and you volunteer to drive Matt to an important meeting a few states over. 🌑🔮

Expense Report

Summary: You’re frustrated. Matt is too - but for different reasons. Sooner or later, it all gets a bit too much, and that tension needs to be released some way.🌑

Zip and Rewind

Summary: It's late. You need Matt, but he has work to do. Not that you can't be a good girlfriend and keep him company until it's all over.🌑

The Red Thread

Summary: It's said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That's not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and you've worked hard to weed out any semblance of crimson that might cling to you. You pay your bills, you keep your head down, and you find whatever lost people or items you're hired to sniff out. (P.S. if you’re a Matt girl, and you aren’t reading this Fic, you HAVE TO)

|Frank Castle

|The Moon Boys

Bloody Hands

Summary: It has been a while since Harrow mysteriously ‘disappeared’ yet one of his followers is still loyal to him. The follower in question comes after you, suspecting you know where the man is. When Jake Lockley finds out about the incident, he makes sure to reunite the follower with Harrow.

The Giver and the Taker

Summary: One of your lovers is a complete giver, the other is a huge taker🌑

A Long Night

Summary: It wasn’t often that you saw all three of them in one night.🌑

Over The Moon

Summary: Steven takes you out, Marc continues to be in denial about his feelings.

|Druig

That’s My Angle

Summary: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it.🌑

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