#dom!matt murdock
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enter sandman - m. murdock
a/n: see me personally? never seeing the pearly gates. never ever. not after this one . enjoy. feedback always appreciated ! <3
warnings: guys... where do i fucking start. SMUT. SMUT!!!! GRAPHIC PORN!!!! no plot!!!! degradation!!! dumbification!!!! praise!!!! oral!!! (m recieving) cursing!!!! nicknames!!!! reader is female and has female parts and she/her pronouns!!!!! matt is cocky, mean!dom!matt, the ending is kind of cute, lots of inappropriate use of matts senses, uhhh guys let me know if i missed any because... wow.
word count: 4.2k
summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out.
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
now playing: enter sandman - metallica
"exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"
You have a horrible habit. Okay, you wouldn’t really consider it to be a habit per say, but you’re not proud of it. You will for it to end.
You can never seem to fall asleep. Staying asleep is easy, but getting there is a problem. Your mind is always racing, which causes you to spiral into a whirlpool of anxieties. You’re too busy thinking about your job, or what you’ll eat tomorrow, or when you’ll be doing your next load of laundry.
But most of all, what keeps you up at night is worrying about the devil. And not in the sense that you’re a holy catholic who wants to repent for her sins, either. Your worry for the devil comes because you’re hopelessly in love with him.
And you worry that one day he will come home damaged beyond repair. Maybe one day he will not come home at all, and you’ll have to hear about it on the news the next morning. It’s a hellish existence, loving the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but you make do.
Like tonight—You had baked brownies earlier in the night, and then read your book for the better part of the night. You won’t allow yourself to fall asleep because the possibility of seeing him overwhelms you. But as the hours pass, you begin to lose hope.
And just as you you’re beginning to accept that he won’t be coming to see you and you’re really letting yourself drift, you feel a warm hand on your neck. He’s taken his gloves off tonight. You consider yourself blessed.
“Hi,” You mumble softly, your brain going all fuzzy with even just that bit of contact. You’ve missed him. “Was beginning to think you’d never show.”
But your devil is in no mood for simple pleasantries tonight.
“What have I told you about waiting up for me?”
“Not to?”
“I said,” His hand moves from its gentle place against your neck to grip your chin, “As long as you leave the window open I’ll know to just come in and take what I need.”
Your face flushes, and he grins, because he can tell that he’s making you flustered.
“Stop laughing at me.”
“No one’s laughing at you, sweetheart.” He hums.
“You are.” He shrugs gently. He’s wearing his black suit tonight, and it’s making you feel… a lot of things.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Damn him.
“Nothing!”
He leans forward and kisses you softly, and you lean up to try and kiss him further, but he pulls away, his grip returning to your chin, to keep you just centimeters away. The devil is an expert at reading you, despite his lack of sight. He has developed the habit of studying you, and knows that as of late, you’re not allowing yourself the pleasure of sleeping. He knows it’s because you’re so anxious and worried about every little thing, so tonight.. He intends to fix it. Or at least, maybe come up with a temporary solution.
“Liar.” He whispers and moves away further. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me.”
Your devil is many things, but he does not bluff. He has this will of steel.
“I prefer it when you wear the black suit,” You tell him, “It’s not very protective, I know. But you look good in it.”
He makes a noise of realization, before moving his hand to slip under the hem of your shirt, resting his hand on your stomach. You shiver a bit, his hand warm against your skin. That’s what you get for wearing a tee shirt and shorts to bed every night, he’d tell you.
“That’s my smart girl.” Your heart flutters. “Mm, you really like that huh?”
“You’re awful.” You always pretend to hate how he reads you, but secretly, although you suspect he knows it, you love that someone knows you so well. He grins and his hands move again, this time picking you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “Hey! Not cool, we talked about picking up when we have no warning—” You cut yourself off with a grunt when he tosses you onto the bed.
“Shut up.”
He hears no objections.
Just as quickly as you’re thrown on the bed, he is above you, mask still on, kissing your neck.
“Wanna play a game, sweetheart?” He asks, hands on your hips, his fingers creeping up the hem of your shirt. You shiver again, and he just grins “You can answer.”
“Sure. I like games.” Your voice is meek, too busy enjoying all the contact with him. He hums softly.
“I know you do, and you’re just so good at them.” You grin against his skin as he kisses your cheek. “See that? That’s what I want to know.” You’re a bit lost.
“Know what?”
“I want to know what turns you on more— praising you or degrading you.”
What a fun game to play with a human lie detector.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, let’s play.” You confirm. He kisses you quickly.
“Good girl.” You hum softly, but it isn’t quite what he’s looking for. It’s good, don’t get him wrong, but he’s after more. “Tell me about your day, baby.” He continues to plant kisses along your skin. You know this isn’t a request but rather a requirement of the game.
“Well, I had work today, then I had to stop at the grocery store. I made dinner and—” You’re cut off by a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, because you can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure.
“What? A few kisses and you’re already turning dumb for me?” You shudder softly, your heartbeat steadily increasing. The deep cadence of his voice paired with his words make you want to just melt. “Oh, there she is..”
He lets go of your arms for just a moment to slip your shirt off. Then, your hands are back above your head, held down by his grip. He moves on from your neck and begins to kiss down.
“I like this game.” You manage out, and he chuckles.
“I know you do. You know how?”
You think about it for a moment before you answer. You want to be right.
“You can hear my heartbeat?”
“And I can smell you. You like this a lot. More than you like me?” He continues to kiss down your torso.
You don’t answer for a second. He bites your skin gently, prompting you to answer.
“No.” You answer, “No, I don’t like anything.. anyone more than you.”
He kisses the spot where he bit softly.
“Even smart girls need to be reminded sometimes.” Is all he says before he continues to kiss you. You try to hide it, try to hide your reaction to the words, but he grins against your skin.
“Matt..” you groan out softly because his kisses have stopped.
“What?”
“Why’d you stop?” You whined.
“You’re my smart girl, why don’t you tell me?” You pause, biting your lip. “Is it because you can’t? Do you like being dumb for me, smart girl?” You want to defend yourself, but he bites your skin again.
“Yes!” you respond, and he does the same thing he did before—He kisses where he bit.
“Good girl.” He responds. “I like making you dumb just from a few kisses anyways.” He tells you, finally reaching your stomach with his kisses. “I love my dumb little smart girl.” The cadence he has to his voice makes you whine again. He knows every part of you, even the parts you never wanted to tell him about. He’s just too observant. “I love that despite how well behaved and good you are, you’re dumb enough to be talked down to like this, by some strange man who just crawled through your window.”
You answer before you can think about it. You’re smart enough to know that he’s at least half right.
“You’re not just anyone, you’re my Matt.”
“Your Matt?” He hums. “Your Matt, My ditzy smart girl.” He grins, before placing one last kiss right above the waistline of your shorts.
He moves so he can kiss your lips again, kissing you quick before pulling off his mask so you can see his face. He has a cut on his forehead and a bruise forming on his cheek. It’s clear he had a good night though, or else this wouldn’t be happening.
“Your face..” You frown, concern in your voice.
“Observant and smart?” He teases, kissing your forehead. “What happened to wanting to be dumb for me?”
You’re almost embarrassed of it now.
“You’re being mean.” You say quietly.
“Mean? Me? To my best girl?” He kisses you quickly again. “Never.” He hums. One of his hands goes down to your thigh, his fingertips inching up.
“Never.” You echo.
“What do you say, smart girl?” He asks, “Wanna play a few more games? See just how desperate I can make you?”
You huff at his words, your brain short circuiting to the point where you speak before you can really think.
“I just want you to fuck me!”
He stops just as he’s about to pull off your shorts and slithers back up so the pair of you are face to face.
“First of all,” he places a kiss to your lips gently, “You are not in a position to be making demands, pretty girl. Second,” He kisses you again, “Such a foul mouth for such a dumb baby,” You let off a soft whine, and he has the audacity to mock your whine, “I know, it’s not much of a lecture when you like when I talk to you like this,” He hums. “And third, I know you’re smarter than to be a brat.” He says gently, kissing you again.
“I’m not a brat.” You whine, and again, he mocks you before devolving into a deep chuckle, leaning in to kiss you.
“I love you.” He says, with a grin on his face.
He’s gentle with you for a few moments, softer. You decide that now is your chance, and if you don’t act now, you’ll spend the rest of your night under his thumb. So, you flip over and have him under you, as you sit on his lower stomach. His hands come up to the back of your thighs.
“I’ve got you now, Devil.” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. But before you can, he’s flipping you back over, keeping you pinned by your legs.
“Brat.” he accuses, leaning in to kiss you again. You huff. “Easy, pretty girl, your attitude is getting the best of you.”
You frown and turn your head when he goes to kiss you.
“Tell me I’m not a brat and I’ll kiss you.” You demand, and he grins, but this time it isn’t soft. It’s almost wicked. He grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head towards him, before kissing you roughly.
“What did I tell you?” he asks. “Come on, smart girl, I know you remember.”
“That I was in no position to make demands?”
“That’s right.” He coos, “Now, baby, do you want to hear what I had planned for you tonight?”
You must admit, you’re very curious.
“Sure, Matty.” His grin widens.
“Well, I was planning on playing this little game with you, then eating you out until your thighs are shaking,” You let out a whine, but he just shushes you softly, “Sh, sh, sh… You wanted to hear, so listen.” He hums. “Then, I was going to fuck you until you were full of my cum.” He tells you.
Then, he lets out a disappointed sigh.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“That was what I was planning on, but because you decided to be a brat, I have a new plan.”
“I liked that plan so much though..”
“I know, Sweetheart, me too.. But you’re the one who ruined it.” He reminded, leaning in, and biting your jaw between his fingers. His hand positioning is not exactly choking, but the grip is tight enough to leave marks. He feels you grind your hips up a bit, and chuckles again. “Smart girl, already figuring out what’s next.”
You tilt your head in confusion, but before you know it, he’s repositioning you so you’re in his lap at the edge of the bed. He pats your thigh gently.
“Get up for me, Honey. Then you got to take your shorts off for me.” You do as you’re told, no longer interested in fucking up his plans. Then, he pulls you back onto his lap, and he hums gently. You decide to take a risk and bring your hands up to his jaw, and then up towards his mask.
“Please?” You ask gently. “Wanna see you..” He nods softly, letting you pull off his mask, as his head tilts to the side to kiss your palm.
“You remember who’s in charge, right, sweetheart?”
“You, devil.”
“That’s right, angel.” He praises, “And that’s why you’re going to ride my thigh.” You let out a soft whine, and he shakes his head, “No, no whining from you, sweet girl. You wanted to be a brat, so you gotta reap what you sew.”
He holds your hips as you begin to grind against his thigh, and Matt focuses on the way your breathing hitches as you rub against his thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as he begins to kiss your neck again.
Your skin burns with need, and your hips roll faster as your breath speeds up, and slowly, minute by minute, you’re edging closer to your release. But he knows you’re close to coming undone not only because of how your skin is hot, and your breath is airy, but because you’re making such a mess.
You’re definitely staining his pant leg with your wetness, because after his insatiable teasing, you’re just desperate for him, and oh so sensitive. The speed of your grinding increases, and then, because he wants to see you break, he starts to bounce his leg up so that in addition to your grinding, it’s overwhelming you.
“Matt,” you say, breathlessly. “Matt, please..”
“Please what, smart girl? What do you want?” He’s really going to make you ask for it. This is all part of his game.
“Please..” You start, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, can I come?”
“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”
Oh, now he’s being a fucking dick. You know he can hear you, with his damned super senses. Nonetheless, you pick your head up and manage to get it out.
“Please let me come,” You beg, and he laughs.
“You know what’s funny, baby?” You let out a whine. “You’re so smart, always holding the world on your shoulders, and yet.. A little bit of teasing and riding my thigh, and you can barely get a sentence out.. You’re being so good for me, baby. So good at following orders,” He bites your neck. “So, go ahead and come for me, sweet girl.”
As soon as those words leave his lips, you’re letting go, the tight knot in your stomach finally snapping. You moan into his ear, his hands on your side to keep you stable as you come undone. He keeps bouncing his leg to have you ride out your high as your legs begin to shake. You’re making all of these pretty noises for him, and the smell of your juices are overwhelming for him.
“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, kissing you softly. He’s back to being rather gentle with you. But his cock is incredibly hard against his pants, and he needs to feel you clench around him. “Can my pretty baby ride my cock?” You’re shaking but you nod gently.
He knows you’re verging on the edge of being unable to do much else, but he wants to see how far he can push you. So, he pats your leg again and you stand up. His hands come up to undo your bra and pull off your panties.
He holds them in his hands for a moment, breathing in deeply as your scent continues to overwhelm him. He wastes no more time, pulling off his shirt and then starting to unbuckle his black pants. On instinct, you’re on your knees, with this.. primal desire to suck him off.
He takes a deep breath, his hand going to your hair and pushing your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, smiling softly up at him. He knows how much you like just thoughtless sex—You value long, intimate nights too, but after a long week, you need to shut off your brain and he needs to take control.
“Wanna suck my cock first, baby? You’re so good for me..” He says softly, slipping down his boxers.
“Just wanna be good for you,” You hum, eying his glistening hardness. You can’t deny that he looks truly crafted by the hands of God—Most of his body is glistening with sweat, cock glistening with precum. He is heavenly and the only thing you’ll ever want to worship.
“You’re so good for me. My dumb little smart girl.” The name form earlier makes you weak, as you lean in and begin to lick his tip. His hand grips your hair as he inhales sharply. “Careful, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to guide you in sucking him dry.
His hand guides you as your head bobs against his cock, the taste of him turning your brain further into mush. He makes sure to guide you at a steady pace, moaning out praise, and occasionally degradation.
“So fucking good for me,” He gasps out, “My good little girl.. Sucking my cock so good—Ah, fuck..” He gasps as you quicken your pace. “Sucking me like the little slut you are..” You moan against cock at that, and he gasps, before it devolves into a low chuckle. “And you like it, too.. Being called my little slut.. Good little slut, just for me.. Got you trained so well..” He holds on for a few more moments before he comes into your mouth, panting softly.
His cum dribbles down your chin as you swallow most of it, so his hand comes up to your chin to gently wipe the dribble off before he slips his thumb into your mouth.
“Every last drop for me, angel.” He requests. You happily suck on his thumb for a few moments while he recovers. Then, he leans down and picks you up, resting you on the bed again. “Now you’re gonna ride me, right, pretty?”
“Mhm..” You smile, and as soon as he lays back on the bed, you’re on top of him. His cock slides against your folds and you whine a bit, just desperate for the feeling of him filling you up. “You know how badly I want your cock..” He grins at this.
“You have it, angel. Just gotta ride me, okay?” You hum in response. You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, taking a few minutes to adjust to the size of him. But your slow pace is not quick enough for Matt, whose hands find your hips (for the millionth time tonight) and quickly slides his entire length into you.
You moan loudly, a feeling of pain and pleasure blurring together as he hits just the right spot to make you see stars.
“Matt, fuck,” You whine, wanting to take a second to catch your breath.
“Color?” It’s a safe word system—He knows he might have taken it a tad too far, pushing into you like that.
“Green,” You promise.
“Okay, good.” He leans up and kisses your forehead gently, a sign of the gentleness that resides in his demeanor despite just how into his dominate behavior you are. He begins to roll his hips, and revels in the sound of the pretty screams coming out of your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “I’ve got you fucked dumb, baby? Can’t even ride my cock properly?” He asks, pulling you in to kiss your skin.
“No,” You protest, “I can do it,” It comes out whinier than you wanted it to—Much whinier, but you can’t deny that he’s wrong about that first part. Your brain is blurry in the best way. He hums in approval before gently pushing you away from his lips.
“Prove it, then.” He demands, and his hips are no longer bucking into you. Instead, you shakily begin to bounce against his cock, using his moans and gasps as guidance. His hands grip your thighs as you ride him. “There you go, angel. It’s not too much for you, right?” He hums.
“No!” You protest again, “No, Sir, I can take it,” He grins at the slip of the title. He swats the side of your thigh, rubbing it softly after you yelp, but it quickens your pace. His brain is beginning to fog too, so he knows he wants to get a few more comments out.
“Fucking liar,” he laughs, “Even when your.. fuck..” He gasps, the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelming him. “When you’re bouncing on my cock and moaning for me, you’re still lying..” His one hand travels to play with your clit, rubbing small circles into it. “So,” He takes a deep breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, before picking his head back up. “I’ll ask you again.. Is it too much for you, my ditzy girl?”
Tears prick your eyes, as you will your brain to come up with a comprehensive answer.
“Yes!” You admit, “it’s too much,” You pant, but because you don’t say ‘red’ he keeps going.
“Aw, I know, honey,” He plants a soft kiss to your lips, the hand that isn’t rubbing circles into your clit coming up to brush sweaty hair from your face. “But you can take it. Come on, sweet thing, I know..” He hums. “Come for me, baby..”
And you do—You come hard, your vision going white for a fraction of a second as you let out these angelic noises. He doesn’t give a damn about noise complaints right now, all he can focus on is the smell of your sweat, your cum, and your pretty little noises.
You continue to rock your hips, wanting to feel his cum fill you up. And after a few more minutes, your wish comes true, as he grips your hip tightly with one hand as he comes deep inside you, as you roll your hips just a few more times, riding the last waves of a euphoric high.
His chest is heaving as you slump down against his chest. The pair of you are sweating, but he still looks so beautiful like this. His cock still fills you, his cum deep within you. His hand gently runs up and down your back,
“How’s my sweet girl doing..?” He’s afraid he went too far with you, hoping his words didn’t push you into a bad headspace. It’s happened before, where you just needed time to come back to reality. But tonight, you’re exhausted in a whole new way. You’re happy that you’ll actually be able to sleep.
“I’m good,” You promise. You’re sweaty, out of breath and completely fucked out of your mind.
He takes your jaw in his hand and tilts your head up so you’re looking in his general direction.
“You know I don’t really think you’re dumb, right?” He just needs to make sure.
“I know,” You giggle, “But it’s pretty hot in the moment. Besides, you took care of me.”
He grins and kisses your forehead.
“I’ll always take care of you.” He promises. You know he means it, too. Your Matty, always taking care of you. “You know you don’t need to worry about everything, right? You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“I know,” You start, “But you’re always so busy with the firm, and being Daredevil, and—” He hushes you softly.
“I am never too busy for you.” He says gently. “I know I can’t do your job for you, but I can be more careful and help with dinner, you know.” He just wants you to be less stressed all the time, the hypocrite.
“Okay.” You say gently. “Thank you, Matt.” He holds you close and places a soft kiss to your head.
“You’re still shaking,” He says gently, “But you need to shower.” He says softly, moving now so that he can carry you to your bathroom. You whine at the feeling of emptiness you’re left with when he slides out of you, and he just laughs. “I know, Baby, I know.”
Matt is just a general fan of taking care of you. Even when you’re fucked out of your mind like you are right now. You love that about him.
You love that the devil is so devoted to you. It stirs something deep inside you that you can’t quite voice. Matt knows it, too.
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Wicked Games
pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader
word count: 5.8k
synopsis: Matt needs to be put back together after a rough night of patrolling Hell’s Kitchen
warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI!! angst-ish!! BDSM-y!! edging, bondage, boot riding, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, p in v, breeding kink if you squint, humiliation/praise kink, dom!matt, sub!reader, use of “sir” / “good girl”/“daddy”, some aftercare <3
A/N: heyyyy :p sorry I’ve been MIA, inspiration has struck since watching season 3 and I needed this, so please enjoy my nasty thoughts (:
as always, I love reading your feedback and comments!! reblogs are more than welcome <3
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Glaring red digits of the alarm clock burn through your sleep-clouded vision as the walls abruptly shake, causing you to wake. It’s well past midnight and you almost give yourself permission to be aggravated at the slamming hatch and weak foundation of Matt’s apartment, but you know better, and more importantly, you know your lover returned— alive.
It would only be a matter of minutes before he would slip next to your relaxed body, place a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck and apologize for waking you; the thought alone relaxes you into the sweet anticipation of your routine.
That’s what you expect, at least, and yet minutes pass as if they have no concept of time. The spot behind your back grows colder as the bed remains empty, and the sounds of heavy footsteps alongside clinking glass emphasize the silent room.
Just a rough night. Just a rough night. Just a rough night.
You attempt to ease your worries with the familiar, albeit honest, excuse to justify his path to penance by repeating the mantra until your eyelids grow heavy, practically baiting sleep. It would only be so long until he would find you in bed and entangle himself with your limbs, whispering promises of safety into your hairline and relaxing to the sound of your even breaths.
In, out. In, out. In-
The shatter of glass pulls your eyelids open and lifts you from the bed as if some puppeteer pulled a string straight from your sternum.
“Matt?” you call out, shuffling to your feet through remnants of sleep, afraid you would find him incapacitated, and the sliding door groans as you shove it open, masking the sound of your exhale.
Even through the drowsy daze, you watch neon bathe his tense frame as he expertly paces throughout the apartment. He must've known you would wake from his brooding, yet he secretly wished you would turn a blind eye to his frustrations in hopes of maintaining some semblance of dignity.
“Matthew?” you try again, a little louder this time, to emphasize your presence.
He knew you were there, of course- the thump of your heart practically reverberated throughout his chest and echoed in his ears.
“Is there anything I can-“
“Just go.” His voice echoes throughout the apartment, the gruff tone stunning you momentarily. He stops to exhale, running a calloused hand over his down turned lips in a tidal wave of emotions- mostly regret and embarrassment at his short reaction to your concern. “Just go back to sleep, it’s fine.”
“Clearly it’s not fine,” you shoot back, defensiveness quickly forming in your chest. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
Sleep quickly dissipates from your body as glimmering shards of glass catch your eye. You attempt to draw closer to inspect his current state, wanting to ensure he wasn’t critically injured, only to feel the familiar pang of rejection as he moves away from your outstretched hand.
“I’m fine. You should sleep.” He turns further from you, secretly grateful that his lack of vision shields him from the greatest shame, knowing you wear heartbreak on your face.
“Bullshit,” you spit, your feet landing thunderously against the floor.
“Go to bed, please,” he groans, only stopping with a frown as your fingers wrap around his bicep, finally pulling him to face you.
“You don’t get to just walk in here, throw a fucking tantrum, and pretend like everything is fine! You don’t get to push me away like this!”
Matt tears from your gentle grasp, unwilling to admit that your argument holds a significant amount of weight. In his shame and impulsiveness, he mimics a young Catholic boy, unable to cope with his personal shortcomings and inability to communicate his frustrations.
The sole of his boot collides with an innocent leather couch, causing it to slide a few inches, and the soft suction of your cupped palm greeting your mouth cuts through the deep groan of wood against wood, practically rupturing his eardrums.
“I almost lost you tonight!” His footsteps are leaden, leaving holes in the floorboards as he confesses.
You wait silently, watching Matt pace the small space in search of composure.
“What are you talking about?” Your voice gets lodged in your throat, but he hears you nonetheless.
“They knew your name.”
“Who?” The question leaves your lips carefully, attempting to ignore his sudden outburst.
“It doesn’t matter now.” His voice is hardly audible and hidden under what sounds like regret, maybe even disappointment.
Even in the dark, his pain radiates from his face.
“Did you…“
You want to ask if he had crossed his deeply etched line of morality, but refrain, ultimately to preserve your own feelings— unwilling to face whether you were selfishly worth dying over or not.
“No, I didn’t kill him.” He answers the lingering question with a huff of amusement and tinge of detest, lowering himself carefully onto the coffee table.
“Oh.”
The buzz of fluorescent billboards emphasizes the silence that hangs heavy in the air, seemingly pushing you further from him even though you remain planted firmly.
Unbeknownst to you, Matt’s world remains chaotic and clamored as he tunes his senses to the way your silence draws out the hurt.
“I almost lost control,” he clears his throat before his head hangs from his neck like it’s a rusted hinge. “I almost lost control and I almost killed a man.”
His confession leads you to look at him, to see him, for the first time that night.
You expect to find a broken man, and you do- the gash on his forehead, the reddened and bruised cheeks, the split in his upper lip, all evident even feet away- but you were unprepared to find an orphaned boy curled in on himself, fighting two invisible gods that threatened to tear him in half.
The thought of your worthiness being dependent upon inflicted violence suddenly chokes you, and you gravitate towards him effortlessly.
“Listen to me,” your gentle voice beckons him, but he ignores the instinct.
“I was so close. He knew your name, and I swear I could’ve- I should have-“ his lip quivers in admission, consequently dragging you to your knees in front of his folding stature.
“But you didn’t, because you are a good man.” His cheeks warm the palms of your hands as you interrupt him, the floorboards groaning as you lean forward. “You hear me? You are a good man, Matthew Murdock.”
He feels the sincerity of your words and intent gaze as you study his face, forcing him to soften under your tender inspection. His huff of disbelief echoes between your bodies, and you allow it to settle, filling the gap with nervous anticipation.
“You don’t have to-“
“Stop it.” You interrupt, already anticipating his onslaught of self deprecation.
“You could have been killed-“
“Well I wasn’t so-“
“Stand up, you’ll bruise your knees.”
The instructions catch you off guard before you realize your attempts to stealthily shift your weight did not fall on deaf ears.
“I’m fine. But really, though-“
“Stand up.”
The quick rebuttal you form catches in the back of your throat, and an invisible, familiar feeling begins to blossom in the depths of your chest as you note his stern undertone, cheeks warming consequently.
You almost feel guilty for your instinctive, physical reaction to his authority, given the nature of the current predicament, but you catch the way he clears his throat to mask the implications of his allusive tone, and swallow your own embedded shame in return.
Get it together.
The stale apartment air floods your nostrils as you brace your palms on Matt’s clothed thighs. He mimics you, holding his breath at the unexpected touch, only to relax as you use him as leverage to follow his directions.
Your knees thank you while you straighten gingerly, and you stare at your feet, careful to avoid his roaming eyes. You don’t need to watch him to know he’s attuning himself to your current state. There’s a certain intensity, an unspoken eagerness to the busy silence; his vacant gaze follows the way your body anxiously sways in front of him, and you hold your breath in wanton anticipation.
Get it together.
Time passes on its own accord, and while you tower over Matt, you somehow feel small and vulnerable under his assessment. It was almost intrusive at times, knowing that he was currently calculating your pulse, identifying which parts of your body were warmer, how shallow your breaths became if he gripped at his own knee to compose himself…
Get it together.
You attempt to distract yourself from his assessment and trail your gaze towards his face.
He looks untouchable yet so human, so broken- the way the neon emphasizes the deep shades of purple and red blossoming against his cheeks, the sunken troughs beneath his eyes, the rusted stain against his top lip- and you act without thought.
“Let me help you.” Your request leaves your lips without permission, forcing you to confront the growing desire that branches throughout different corners of your body.
He’s like a magnet, or perhaps a puppeteer, and you inch closer towards him like you’ve done so many times before.
To your surprise, he doesn’t recede, and you carefully thread your fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck. He closes the space, leaning a heavy head against you, and wraps exhausted arms around your frame while relishing in your presence.
In the rare moments that Matt surrenders to himself, you always remember to silently thank whatever higher power for the intimate moments, and you do— so much so that he notices the semi-hypnotic trance you find yourself in while holding him close to you.
“Let me help you feel better, please,” you whisper, afraid if you voiced your desires any louder that the bubble would burst around the sacred embrace.
He lifts his head at your request, noting the desperation in your voice, before weighing the costs of his own longing- your flushed cheeks and strong pulse helping him in solidifying his decision to trail his hands down your back.
You nearly whine at the perceived separation, but quickly silence yourself as he skillfully lifts your hoodie over your head before dropping it to the floor.
He moves swiftly, lifting himself from the table with a fervor, and you find yourself pulled into his chest. Your lips crash together, teeth practically clashing, and he swallows his name while hungrily pulling your face towards his, desperate for any part of you.
You almost feel guilty at the way you’re already falling apart, but your insecurities are overshadowed by the way Matt nips at your bottom lip and grabs at any exposed skin as if you would disappear if he let go of you.
In your own earnestness, your hands act independently, gripping the soft strands of his hair and tugging ever so slightly, pulling a breathy moan from him as your lips part from each other.
“C’mere,” he growls, sliding his hands towards the crook of your knees to hoist you onto his torso.
You giggle at his ardor while wrapping your legs around his frame, not once questioning his intentions. His lips quickly attach to the column of your neck before drawing a moan out of you as he sucks the skin lightly, teasing the tender flesh with teeth.
“Baby, please,” your unfinished request falls on expectant ears, and he takes the initiative to guide you both to the room, though not without difficulty as you adjust against him.
The cool metal door greets your back abruptly, nearly knocking the wind out of you as Matt stumbles, too distracted by the growing warmth between your thighs and fluttering heartbeat.
“Matthew!”
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay,” you laugh against his cheek before leaving a trail of kisses alongside of his scruffy jaw, ending below his ear. “Just get me to the bed in one piece.”
The mattress sinks beneath your weight and you find yourself engulfed as Matt hovers over your body. He kisses the already sensitive spot on your neck while his hands roam your soft skin, chuckling as he pulls sweet noises from you.
“Baby…” you whine, writhing and shoving your hips into him in search of attention.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” He mumbles into your neck while his fingertips graze over your hardened nipples, causing you to gasp.
Lines form against your forehead as you study his reaction, experimentally dragging your palm against the evident bulge in his pants. He anticipates your forwardness, quickly wrapping a bruised hand around your wrist and pinning it above your head, before tracing the column of your neck and thrumming pulse with his tongue.
“Did you mean it?” He growls against you, his spare hand snaking towards your aching core. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to help me?”
Your legs are manually parted as he shoves a hand between your thighs, cupping your clothed cunt, and you can’t help but peel your back off the mattress at the subtle friction, lust clouding your senses completely.
“Answer me,” he taps against your core harshly, prompting your attention. “Did you mean it, angel? Be honest, I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Y-yes I meant it!” Tap. “I mean it!” Tap.
“Good girl.”
In your own selfishness, you expect him to indulge himself in your dripping offering, and to your astonishment and disappointment, he instead places a featherlight kiss beneath your jaw before pulling away from you.
His changed demeanor leaves you breathless while gentle, panting breaths float around your bodies as you attempt to collect yourself. He studies you— listening and acclimating to your exact needs and responses. His intensity is felt as it aimlessly wanders the features of your flushed face.
During the small windows of inspection, you yourself have become accustomed to Matt’s reactions, easily identifying his yearning by the way his chest falls in short succession to the way his lips part in nervous expectancy before finally melting into you.
This kiss is different. The way he touches you is soft and intentional, tracing the outline of your jaw and the curvature of your ear, sealing his adoration with a stamp against your forehead.
“You trust me, right?” He whispers against your lips.
“Of course I do.”
Although you mask your confusion, your heart betrays you, fluttering in your chest.
He listens to the rhythmic thudding as if it were communicating with him, practically pleading that he stop his routine of self denial and give in to his vices.
You notice his quick smirk before processing the way his knuckles graze against the mounds of your breast and trace the outline of your body.
“And you know I love you, right?”
“Yes.” You shiver against the delicate touch.
“Good…” he runs calloused fingertips against your thighs before returning his attention to your lips. “Kneel on the ground and hold out your wrists.”
The demand barely registers through your hazy awareness, and you’re only cognizant of Matt’s missing warmth from the way your limbs prickle.
He is hypnotic, moving effortlessly around the room in pursuit of something you’re unsure and uncaring about. You nearly reach out, practically desperate to touch any part of him, and yet you’re only able to concentrate on the way the flashing lights emphasize the contours of his muscles hidden beneath his fitted black shirt.
“Do I need to remind you of where you’re supposed to be?”
You gasp unintentionally at the alluring timbre mere inches from your ear- too preoccupied with the glimpse of maroon swinging from his closed fist, an indicator of your immediate future.
“No,” you exhale, silently cursing yourself at your incompetence while shuffling around his body, bracing yourself against the hardwood floor. “I’m sorry.”
Before he could correct you, you hold out your wrists to him in submission.
It feels odd at first— surrendering to his fervor and your own hunger, knowing his cognition has been blanketed with the desires of the flesh while you dangle in front of him on your knees.
You can’t help but wonder whether you are the one who washes his wounds or are nothing more than the inflictor, simply offering tangible and fleeting relief to his moralistic suffering.
“Matthew,”
“I’m okay,” he precedes your concern, kneeling in front of you. “I just… need to feel in control for a little bit. Can you help me do that?”
It feels as if the roles had switched and you could audibly hear his nervous heartbeats and feel the warmth radiating from his neck and cheeks.
You nod, knowing he can sense your agreement.
“But if you say stop,”
“We stop.” You finish his sentence.
“Exactly.” He exhales with a mirrored smile, scanning your face earnestly before landing his vacant gaze just beyond your left ear.
The maroon rope feels heavy in his hand and he stiffens, the end of it hardly brushing against your bare thigh as if to make a subtle introduction.
He catches the way you hold your breath in the chasm of your throat at the gentle intrusion before guiding your exposed wrists to his lips, sighing into the way your pulse reacts to his touch.
“I love you,” his declaration fans against your delicate skin before he lifts himself from his kneeling posture, now completely towering over your submissive form.
The room is filled with an electric hum; whether it was the blinding billboards or the charged current circulating both your bodies, you were unsure, but you knew Matt could feel it as well.
He remains silent, drawing out the suspense as he exaggerates the fluid motions by pulling the rope to accentuate his wingspan before cuffing your wrists, leaving you wide-eyed and expectant.
Meticulous patterns form around your skin as the rope burns deliciously with each loop, and although it doesn’t hurt, you wince, drawing a breath between your teeth.
Matt cranes his neck towards your reaction, his jaw growing taut as he listens for your heartbeat and warmth blooming across your cheeks, chest, and between your thighs.
“Feel okay?” he asks, roughly tugging the tail ends of the rope.
“Mhm.”
“What was that?” You jerk forward unexpectedly, whining as your knees crush into the floor while he pulls the ends of the rope together with force, cinching the cuffs to your wrists. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Use your words.”
“Yes sir, it feels good.” The blush creeps towards your ears in embarrassment, emphasized by the way Matt silently knots the loose ends.
You study his work, admiring the way the rope hugs your skin and applies the perfect amount of pressure to your veins while securing you to submission before he loops a finger through the middle knot and tugs, inspecting his own handiwork.
It’s evident that you are timid- nearly naked and restrained, Matt circles you, noting the way he has reduced you to nothing but wanton expectation.
You feel like a caged bird; displayed for the masses while others indulge in your beauty— the excitement and hope of being rewarded overpowering the nagging urge to open and offer yourself up for the taking.
The lack of attention is maddening, and you make no attempts to hide it, completely aware that Matt is relishing in your impatience.
He knows it’s a cruel game, but your fluttering heart and shaky breaths only add onto his enjoyment as he controls your reactions, finding it particularly amusing to watch you clench your thighs in search of any kind of relief.
And while it is a cruel game, he also prides himself on being fair and just, leading him to slide a thick boot between your parted thighs as he centers himself in front of you.
“Fuck,” you moan at the unexpected contact.
He extends a hand to cradle your face and you watch him with pathetic puppy dog eyes.
“What’s wrong angel? Does it feel good?” His tone teases you.
“Yes sir,” your voice is embarrassingly small and you shrink under the way his eyes desperately scan your face.
“I know it does. You’re gonna help me and I’m gonna help you, okay? Can you do that for me?”
You look divine— wrists bound in maroon and held close to your chest as if you were praying to him, nearly drooling as he fiddles with the buttons of his pants.
As much as you crave to be touched and devoured, your need to be used- to be the one that relieves him of his iniquities- takes precedent, and you impatiently stretch your arms to help him undress.
“Come on, angel. You know better,” he gently scolds, attempting to disguise his amusement. “Are you really that desperate?”
You audibly whimper as he spits into his palm before stroking his length in front of you, and he knows that you don’t have to verbally answer him- he can practically taste your dripping cunt as you grind against his boot.
But you do answer, though, and open your mouth to offer your throat to him with complete satisfaction as he smirks.
“So fuckin’ eager, huh?” He taps the tip of his cock against your tongue. “Go on then, take it.”
Without a second thought, you wrap your lips around his length, quickly pulling a moan from the depths of his chest. You do your best to take as much of him as you can without using your hands, skillfully running your tongue against the shaft before hollowing your throat to fit him.
He hisses in pleasure and you hum around his heavy cock as he bucks his hips automatically, quickening the pace in selfish pursuit.
“There you go,” he thumbs away the stray tear that follows the contours of your cheek. “You’re doing so good for me.”
The praise baits you and you take it with ease, bobbing your head in rhythm with his thrusts. You’re too engulfed by his affirming moans to care about the drool that coats your swollen lips, consequently dripping onto your bare chest.
“Fuck,” he grits, grabbing your cheeks to pull you off of him before he finishes embarrassingly fast and collides his lips with yours. “Make yourself feel good, sweetheart. You deserve it after waiting so patiently.”
You want to be ashamed. You want to be absolutely humiliated at the speed in which you follow his orders, but the way your hips move automatically, dragging your clothed core across his filthy boot and the expletives that fall from your lips suggest otherwise.
“Feels so good,” you whimper, dropping your head against his knee.
“I know, angel. You’re doing so good for me.”
The heels of your palms support your weight as you pick up your pace, chasing your pleasure while your pulse thrums against the maroon rope in tandem.
“Look at you,” he coos, wrapping his fingers through your hair to pull your face towards him. “Such a dirty girl riding my boot like that.”
“Such a dirty girl,” you repeat, already feeling your judgment become clouded with the oncoming ecstasy.
Matt laughs in disbelief, almost impressed at how quickly you have unraveled beneath him. He can tell by the way your hips stutter and fingernails scrape against the floorboards that you are encroaching upon your first orgasm, and he almost gives it to you— almost.
“C’mon now, you know better than that…” he tsks, noting your confusion as you freeze. “You should know that I’m the only one who gets to make you cum, angel.”
You should have known better than to doubt Matt’s leniency; he was very black and white, rare to show unwarranted mercy towards those who are undeserving, and you have yet to convince him that you are worthy of a climactic release.
With leaden hips, you stop your movements, hoping to be rewarded for your compliance.
“Please, Matt…”
“What’s the matter?” He teases, beckoning for you to stand with outstretched arms.
You meet him, your knees groaning as you struggle to gain your balance, only to be held upright by a large hand cupping your warm cunt.
“Jesus!” Your moans fill the air as you throw your head back, desperately grabbing onto his shirt through the confines of your roped cage.
“Wrong guy, sweetheart,” he smirks before placing a kiss to your pulse, gently swirling his fingertips against your drenched panties while leading you to the bed.
The mattress dips beneath your weight as you plop down, only ceasing to part from Matt’s lips while he hastily attempts to undress.
You drink him in, enchanted by the way his muscles work in tandem with his own fervor, the fluorescent lights washing over his contours and scars as if to pay homage to his own selflessness.
Without thinking, you reach out for him, fingertips barely grazing the elastic waistband of his boxers.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
“No, but,” you hardly expect his reaction, let alone the way he slides his hands beneath your knees, forcing your body towards him
“Did I say that you could touch me?” He enunciates his words carefully.”
“No sir.”
“No sir,” he repeats. “That’s right, do I need to remind you of your place?”
Sliding your legs further apart, you open yourself up to him like some offering on a golden plate; his threat is felt between your thighs, and you make no efforts to hide the effect of his words.
“No sir,” you smirk at the way he clenches his jaw as your scent captures his attention.
“I don’t think I agree with you, angel.”
The cool air hitting your drenched core sends a shiver through your body as Matt tears your underwear from your hips in an attempt to reinstate his authority. You stifle a laugh at his urgency, knowing your efforts for attention had not been in vain, and yet the thrill of punishment excites you.
Without fail, you find yourself being spread open to a hungry and awaiting audience.
A warm breath fans against your inner thighs and you shudder at the intimate intrusion. His lips savor the warmth of your skin, his fingers gripping onto your soft flesh like you’re threatening to melt away.
“Matthew,” you moan as he inches closer to your pussy, but never close enough.
“Hm?” he murmurs into your skin, and you tremble as he adorns your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his exploration.
“Your mouth,” you gasp as he experimentally brushes the pad of his thumb against your clit, never peeling his lips off of you.
“What about it?”
“I want it!” Your hips buck towards him on their own accord, chasing any kind of attention.
“You want it?” He draws a finger between your folds, collecting your sweet offering before bringing it to his tongue. “Tell me where you want my mouth.”
“On my- God! On my pussy! Please!”
“You’re so cute when you beg.”
He indulges himself per your request, his warm breath fanning across your core before he satisfies his thirst, drinking you in with a flat tongue and open mouth moan.
You melt against him effortlessly as his mouth satisfies your prolonged pleasure, trying to touch him, to bring him impossibly closer while he teases your clit, but your fingers hardly graze the tufts of hair between your knotted restraints.
He ignores your selfish attempts, too preoccupied by your taste, his senses completely engulfed by all that is you.
It’s humiliating at how quickly your orgasm builds. Your body feels like it’s on fire with each languid stroke of his tongue against your sensitive clit, his fingers marking you with ownership as he anchors himself to your thighs, moaning into your cunt like a starved man.
“Matthew, I’m so close.”
He actually whimpers, scrunching his eyes while grinding his hips into the mattress for some release, knowing that he is the one responsible for your ecstasy.
“Cum for me, princess,” he mumbles into you before expertly sliding a finger into your pussy, hooking you to him as he pulls your orgasm out of you, selfishly giving over some control for his own insatiable desires.
You obey perfectly, unraveling against Matt’s tongue as he works you, your vision blurring and wrists burning from the tension against the maroon ropes.
“Stop!” You croak out, twitching from overstimulation.
“What’s the matter, honey? Is everything okay?” He pulls away from you with glistening, downturned lips.
“Out,” you hold out your wrists. “I need out. Please.”
Matt is quick to respond and unbinds you as gently as possible, taking extra care to caress the patterned indentations along your delicate skin.
“You did so good for me,” your pulse thumps against his wet lips as he soothes you, gently squeezing the lengths of your arms to relax the muscles.
Free from the confines of your mental and maroon cage, you yield to the crumbling preservation and melt into a familiar safety of Matt’s gentle affection.
“Need you,” you whisper, freely stretching your hands towards Matt’s face, drawing him into you for the first time. And although he nearly crushes you, the added weight is comforting, filling a part of you that had been gnashing and snarling for attention.
Your lips fit together, colliding with an urgency and avidity, and you swallow each other’s affinity. You study his body with your touch starved fingertips, caressing his skin and lingering over the raised markings and scars before pressing into them, collecting his moan into your mouth.
“I need you,” you raise your hips towards his length that rests between your thighs. “Please.”
Without hesitation, he pulls himself from the confines of his boxers, completely disregarding his calculated systems of control and authority, and glides his leaking tip over your drenched heat.
“Fuck,” he trembles as he positions himself over you, and you take the opportunity to mark his neck with hungry kisses.
Your attempts are futile; he intertwined his fingers with yours before slowly pressing his cock into you, your body welcoming him with ease.
“God, you’re so tight, angel.”
“You’re so fucking big.”
He listens to your body— the way your muscles contract as he rubs circles around your swollen clit, the way your cunt stretches and burns to fit him, and the way you welcome it with your eyes rolling back as he grinds his hips into your own, expertly hitting your g spot.
“Please don’t stop!” You beg, your voice bouncing off of the rafters, the echoes only encouraging him to continue his efforts. “It feels so good, baby.”
“I know it does. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock, sweetheart. Such a good job.”
He wishes he could watch the way he slides into you, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as you take him, but he is just as satisfied hearing the lewd sounds of your cunt greedily swallowing him. He knows by the way your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders that you are reaching your climax, practically begging him to continue.
“Matt,” you whine, desperately holding onto him like you would float away if you let go. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“What was that?” He asks, knowing fully well what you confessed.
“You’re gonna-“ you falter as you watch him suck on his fingers before circling your abused clit.
“Tell me, angel.”
“You’re gonna make me cum, daddy.”
He groans, not anticipating that your own release would trigger his.
“That’s right, sweet girl. I’m the only one that makes this pussy cum, isn’t that right?”
“Yes yes yes!” You nod while simultaneously chanting your agreement, trying your best to hold onto the building climax. “Cum in me, please! Please, I’m begging!”
“God you’re such a dirty slut, begging for daddy’s cum, huh?”
“Matthew!”
It crashes over you unexpectedly; your chest pulls towards the heavens and you scratch your name into his back as your orgasm floods your system, luring Matt to follow suit.
“Such a good girl for me, just taking my cock like that— fuck— gonna fill that pretty pussy!” His hips stutter as your greedy cunt clenches around him and he spills into you, giving you all that he can.
“There you go sweetheart, such a good girl for me,” he falls into you, melts into you, savoring the scent of every exposed inch of skin that you offer up- his breath fanning against the crook of your neck as he pumps his hips a final time for good measure before pulling out of you reluctantly.
Falling against the silk sheets, you entangle your limbs with his, connected by exhaustion and delirious smiles, reveling in the closeness and simplicity of each other’s presence.
Matt reaches out to you, cupping your face with a warm palm that invites you to nuzzle closer.
“Hi.”
You aren’t sure why you’re whispering— maybe to preserve the illusion of dignity or the sanctity, but it blankets the both of you with a tenderness that reflects the soft smiles mirrored between you.
“Hi, beautiful.”
A warmth creeps up your neck and blossoms to your cheeks, so evident that you are ablaze in his limited field of vision.
“Shut up,” you deflect, shying away from his tenderness by burrowing into the crook of your arm. You’re used to the physical affections and the acts of service, making adjustments to his definition of quality time, and yet his words never fail to make you come apart.
“Never.” You’re pulled into him against your own will but never fight back, enjoying the soft kisses that he plants against your bare shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you sneak your hand to wrap your fingers around his, bringing his knuckles to your lips to seal your declaration.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
He hesitates, filtering through which words to choose.
“For trusting me— for choosing me. Thank you.”
You turn to face him, throwing a blanket over your tangled limbs and settling in the closeness. He feels your stare studying the features of his face, landing on the creases of his bashful smile.
“I’ll always choose you, Matthew.”
A comfortable silence falls between you, and the annoying buzz of the alarm clock meddling with the sound of a busy city just outside the windows dares to pull his attention away from you. He waits, though, listening to the succession of your breaths evening out, your muscles relaxing as you nestle into his radiant warmth, and a gentle hum slip through your lips to indicate the sleep that washes over you.
“I’ll always choose you, too.”
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader#dom!matt murdock x sub!fem reader#matt murdock smut#dom!matt murdock#matt murdock angst#matt murdock fanfiction#daredevil fanfic#daredevil x female reader#daredevil smut#daredevil oneshot#matt murdock one shot
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I usually don’t make these posts but y’all pls I’m begging, I need more Brat!Reader x Dom!Matt Murdock smut fics. It’s driving me crazy I don’t understand how it isn’t more popular, like I get that everyone wants to be good for him but I crave being a tease, or especially flat out disobeying. Imagine you’re making out and it starts to get steamy or you’re even are in the middle of sex but he has to leave for whatever reason (idk potential client or some shit) and he tells you not to touch yourself while he’s gone (bonus points if he finishes before he leaves but you don’t get to). I want reader to touch herself as soon as he’s out of earshot (or maybe not 😜), possibly even orgasm, and have him be able to smell it when he gets home. Have her play coy and lie to rile him up even more. Idk, I’m not confident enough in my writing ability to do this myself 😭
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#daredevil#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock fanfic#marvel#brat reader#dom!matt murdock x sub!fem reader#dom!matt murdock#dom! matt murdock x brat!reader
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lil wip teaser idk
CW / i'm thinking... smut, heavy pet play, d/s dynamics (ofc), oral (m!receiving, f!receiving), fingering, reader has oral fixation. also, she has a lil tail bc why not this is fiction and we want a tail ;(
thinking about matt coming home to a bouncing, yipping lil puppygirl at his door. she's so excited to see him that he can barely get the door open at first.
“alright, alright, whoa sweetheart—somebody's excited," he chuckles.
you hop up at him, pawing at his thigh, tail wagging so hard it's practically a blur. and it’s so endearing, he kneels down and scratches behind them your ears. "hey there, pup, you miss me?”
you follow intently as he straightens and makes his way inside, nosing at his pant leg, a whimper caught in your throat.
after he sheds his suit jacket and places it on the coat rack and sets his briefcase aside, he makes his way over to the couch and pats the space next to him.
"ah, easy now. watch the table, pup,” he says as you clumsily plop into his lap. he catches you, making room for you by spreading his legs slightly. he chuckles, lips pursing slightly. “you’re my little shadow, aren’t you?”
mm bunny brain tag
spoiler she wants a treat from her owner v bad. i might finish this is people want it? idk this is so niche
#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x you#dom!matt murdock#x reader#matt murdock fanfic#matt murdock imagine#bunny brain#bun’s
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I fully believe Dom!matt has a punishment and sir kink.
#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock#smut#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x fem!reader smut#fanfiction#18+#minors dni#daredevil x female reader#daredevil#daredevil x reader#dom!matt murdock#dom!matt
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Just like that, sweetheart
Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader
Summary: you're relaxing with Matt on a lazy sunday afternoon, but Matt gets bored.
TW: unprotected sex, fingering, cockwarming, oral, praise kink, dom Matt, reader is submissive. MDNI
might contain some typos.
taglist: @its-carlerrr
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You were both lying on the couch, it was a Sunday afternoon, your head was resting on his naked stomach and his hand was gently playing with strands of your hair between his fingers. You felt his calm breath, heard his heartbeat through his skin that radiated with warmth and made you feel completely at peace. Hot wind swept across your exposed thighs, noise from the street coming through the window,
Your hands were resting on his spreaded thighs, you wanted to touch him, always, as much as you could. It was like your body was physically addicted to his. Feeling him inside you, entering your body and making you his home was the best thing you could experience as a human. The way he touched you, roughly, but somehow with love and tenderness. You loved when he was rough with you. And he loved it too. You belonged to him and he belonged to you. Your bodies were inseparable.
You loved him so much.
“You wanted to watch that movie,” you completely forgot about the movie, honestly. Yes, you were feeling lazy and wanted to spend some time doing nothing with Matt. But he is just such a distracting man.
“What are you talking about? I am watching the movie,” you lied. You knew your thoughts were already somewhere else, thinking about his tongue between your thighs, how he kissed his way into your cunt and toyed with your clit until it made you cum an hour ago. You already felt wetness spreading between your legs, but you couldn’t help yourself. He made you feel that way, not you.
“How can you expect me to just sit here and listen to that damn movie when I can taste you in the air again?” he knew. He always knew, and you liked that, you liked that he knew what he was doing to you. How much you wanted him.
“I am just watching the movie, Matthew,” you were teasing him, and he loved when you were doing that. And he loved even more what always came after that.
To be honest, you really weren’t ready for him again, your pussy was still a bit sore from before, but you wanted him. You noticed his dick between his legs, desperately trying to get out of his boxers, just a couple inches from your face. It was a hot afternoon, neither of you didn’t bother with clothes, so there was no way of hiding it.
“Yeah baby? Just watching a movie?” he teased back, his right hand slipped down your back, right between your legs. He put your panties aside with his skilled fingers, that you were already eager to suck on, and started sliding them up and down your slit, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive cunt.
“So you don’t want me here, right?” he smiled, his fingers found your clit again, but made barely any contact, just playing with you.
“I am just watching the movie, baby,” you really tried to hide your moan, but he could still hear it in your voice. His dick could hear it too, it was almost painful, how much he wanted you.
“Well, you don’t need your mouth now, right baby?” his hand slipped inside his boxers and his cock sprung out. He was huge and there was a little bit of precum already coming out from his tip. Your mouth started salivating just at the sight.
“Just let me put it in there for a bit,” his voice was deep, filled with lust. His hand grabbed his cock and aimed it to your mouth.
“Just open your mouth for me, baby, just want to feel you,” you did what he said and slightly opened your mouth. His tip slowly slid inside and you could finally taste his nectar on your tongue, you started sucking on his tip lightly.
“That’s my good girl, just like that,” you loved when he said that, you would do anything to just hear him say those words to you.
His tip stayed in, you continued to lightly suck on him, then gently switched to playing with your tongue on him, exploring him lazily. He loved it, you could feel his breaths get deeper and his heart started to race.
“I know you like that, baby, I can feel you getting wetter,” his fingers were still pushing on your clit, but were not moving at all. You tried to stay calm and focus on his dick inside your mouth.
“My sweet slut likes to have my cock in her mouth, huh?” his other hand started stroking your hair, rewarding you. You moaned, your pussy was clenching around nothing, already asking for what was now in your mouth.
“Suck on me again, baby, c’mon, make me feel good,” you obeyed, taking a little more of him in. He tasted so sweet, you could taste more precum on your tongue and moaned again.
“Good, good girl, you’re doing so well taking care of my cock,” he knew how to make you desperate and he knew how to drive you crazy only using words. Your pussy started to move, creating that sweet friction with his fingers, that were still between your folds. But right after you started, his fingers were gone.
“You wanted to watch the movie, didn’t you?” you could practically hear that smug smile on his face. You moaned desperately in protest, but his hand kept your head firmly on his cock. There was no way out and honestly, you loved every second of it, you loved how his dick was twitching against your tongue, how you could feel how much he wanted you and loved what you were doing to him. But you needed more.
“Stay like that, baby, make me feel good, okay?” he said. You could feel his hand moving from your hips to your breasts. You were only wearing a tank top, so your nipples were already exposed and hard against the thin fabric. Matt’s fingers found your nipple and started squeezing it between his fingers through your shirt. Your moans vibrated on his dick, making him moan quietly too.
“Just like that,” you loved when Matt gave orders like that. You budged back a little, so you could spit on his dick and spread it out on him with your tongue. Then, gently, you took him back inside, your tongue caressing him, making him feel good.
You stayed like that for some time. Matt didn’t stop playing with your nipples for a second, tugging them, squeezing them, or just lightly touching them. He knew he was teasing you, preparing you for what he had in store for you and you tried to focus on his cock, which was still resting in your mouth.
Then, finally, the movie was over.
Your heart was racing, your pussy clenching and completely wet, so empty, just waiting for anything that Matt could give you.
“Fucking finally,” Matt said roughly, he thought about finishing inside your mouth like ten times, but he wanted you to cum on his dick now. He took his dick out of your mouth quickly and stood up behind you. You barely managed to realize what was happening and he was already pushing his dick inside you.
“You’re always so wet for me, baby, I love that,” he gritted through his teeth. You could tell he was close, that probably, making you cockwarm him with your mouth for so long was as hard for him as it was for you. But you loved to see him this desperate and you loved to finally feel him inside you, stretching your sensitive pussy, making it his again.
His fingers found your clit again and started drawing circles around it again, but this time, he applied more pressure, driving you crazy.
“Matt, please, I can’t!” you moaned, it was too much. He made you cum today already, so doing it again was a bit too much for you, but he kept you on the thin line between pain and pleasure, knowing exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it.
“You can take it,” he ordered. Your cunt started spasming around him, you were already close. His fingers were still abusing your clit, forcing you on the edge of pleasure, taking him with you.
“I am gonna cum, Matt, please!” you begged, you loved every second, yet somehow, it was too much.
“Cum for me baby, c’mon, make me proud,” he grunted, his thrusts inside you became more uneven, but harder and deeper. He was about to cum too, but you were already there.
Thick hot liquid slipped out of you as your pussy was convulsing around his thick cock, your whole body is not yours anymore, you don’t even know if you feel it too much or not at all at that point, there is nothing in the world other than you and Matt.
“That’s it baby, just like that,” you felt his hot cum spreading inside you, marking you as his. The pleasure spread across your whole body, Matt thrusted in you a few more times and then both of you fell on the couch.
“I love you baby, so much,”
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I've discovered I'm not (100%) a masochist but a sadist?????
I want to see men in pain. Whimpering, begging, bleeding... *insert Matt Murdock*
Yeah, dom fictional men are cool. But you know what else is cool? A man being so dependent on you for pleasure that it's almost pitiable… almost.
And that's on trauma induced by men who have sexually preyed on me :D
(And with basically any other gender… do what you want with me. I will submit or dominate😩)
The power of ✨t a t a s✨
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“Studying”
Relationship | college!Matt Murdock x dom!reader
Warnings | 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, sub!Matt x dom!fem reader, Matt’s a virgin (so so innocent and such a needy boy), protected sex (be safe y’all), oral sex (m receiving), edging, dacryphilia, Matt’s clueless but eager, breath play, budding mommy kink, many pet names, marking + hickies, some fluff
Summary | Tonight was the last time you and Matt would study together, much to your dismay. Nothing had happened between the two of you, no matter the flirting or touches. Someone had to make a move.
“See it’s quite simple actually. It’s not about the truth necessarily, but how convincing you can be. And the second you cast doubt, the ball is in your court.”
You nodded in understanding, finding Matt’s teaching to be remarkably good for someone your age. Matt smirked to himself, causing you to told your head in confusion. What’s so funny?
“By your silence, I’m guessing you understood.”
Your heart sank upon realization. You forgot he couldn’t see. Your face grew hot as you choked out a small yes. I’m never gonna live this down, what a dumbass. Matt chuckled, easing some of your horror.
“It’s alright, promise. Sometimes even I forget and end up hurting myself.” The air was much lighter in the room now.
You helped Matt pack up his things, not wanting him to leave but lacking reason to make him stay. This was your final study session and despite the light touches and flirting, nothing happened between the two of you. A familiar heavy feeling sat at the bottom of your stomach, regret. I should’ve had a better plan. Just as he was reading to leave, Matt sat back down on the bed and turned to you.
“Now that you understand everything, help me out with something really quickly.” You leaned closer, intrigued by whatever was going on in that gorgeous head of his.
“Why do you need my help when you’re just a few point behind me on the class ranking…that would indicate you understand just fine. No?”
Now’s my chance.
You put your hand in Matt’s leg, stopping at his mid thigh. Your fingers brushed the halfway point between platonic and romantic, standing delicately on the line of the point of no return.
“This isn’t about studying at all, is it?” You murmured in agreement, watching his cheeks burn at your confession.
“Not even a little.”
Thoughts raced through Matt’s head, wondering what exactly to do. The two of you had reached a point of unfamiliarity for him, not that he could say so. You reached a hand over to his face, brushing your fingers through his hair and dancing them down his neck.
“Matt, baby, do you know why I asked for you help?”
He was, for the first time in a while, silent. He shook his head nonetheless, unable to produce words. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, sending a shiver up his spine.
“I want you Matthew.” Matt’s brain was barely working at this point, to caught up in how warm and tingly you were making him feel.
“Do you want me Matthew?” Your thumb brushing against his jugular was pathetically distracting, stopping him from answering. You waited patiently, not wanting to rush him. You pushed the boundary a little further, moving your hand barely a couple centimeters upward. The shy boy gasped.
“Please,” he whispered. It made you smile.
“Please what, Matthew?”. You were teasing him now, both of you knew that. But he liked it. So he’d play your game as long as he needed in order to get relief from whatever this feeling was.
“Touch me.” His consent was all you needed go go after what you wanted. Your hand inched further up his trousers as you climbed over him, straddling his legs
“Matty, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed you. You palmed him through the thick material of his pants, watching his hips rut against your hands like a horny teenage boy. So needy.
“Can I take your pants off?”. Immediately Matt nodded, eager for whatever you were willing to give. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere on the other side of the room. Right now, you were thanking every god you could name that you never got a suit mate. You wanted to take your time, no interruptions.
Matt was acting in a way he never thought possible. From the tips of his ears to the bottom of his toes, he burned. He could hardly breathe, being sent further over the edge every time your fingertips brushed against his skin. You stared at the outline of his dick through his boxers, mouth watering. Your stomach swirled with excitement thinking about all the ways this night could unfurl, each possibility more enticing that the last. But, you’ll have to wait because playing with the eager man before you came first.
“I’m gonna take off your shirt now. That okay?” Something between a whine and a breathy yes escaped Matt’s lips, which only made you want him more. Your warm hands climbed up his abs at an agonizingly slip pace, before gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You rubbed your hands up and down his horse, trying to commit every square inch to memory somehow. Matt’s breath got increasingly short the longer you touched him. If it weren’t for the headboard behind him, his head might’ve lolled back in agony and anticipation.
You enjoyed playing with the boy before you, watching how reactive he was to your touch. You pulled down his boxers, watching his cock spring up and slap against his stomach. Fuck me god. The wait leading up to this moment didn’t seem so bad after all. Your fingers brushed along the shaft for no more that a second, causing Matt to flinch.
“You okay?” It took a moment for him to catch his breath before he answered.
“Yeah, perfectly fine.” His voice sound strained, almost like he was fighting off the urge to cum already.
You held his throbbing cock in your hands, the top red and leaking with precum. Tentatively, you licked up the underside, stopping just before the head. Matt moaned like he was touched starved his entire life, piqueing your interest. With a firm but gentle grip, you rubbed your hand up and down the shaft as you watching his reactions.
“You’ve never done this before, have you Matty?” Your tone dripped with knowing, but you wanted to hear him say it anyways.
“No,” he choked out between moans.
“Do you like what I’m doing? Am I making you feel good baby?” You licked the precum off his tip, sucking on the head for a brief moment while continuing your movements. Matt was breathing like every intake was life-saving.
“Ungh. Shit so good.” The way he could barely get the words out was your favorite part by far. He was so desperate and you loved seeing him fall apart. He didn’t even care about cursing or using the lord’s name in vain.
Matt felt his body buzzing, so overcome with pleasure that his head was cloudy. He has no idea what he was doing, just following your lead. The one thing he did know what that it felt good. Your mouth was so warm around him and each glide of your tongue made it harder to breathe. His hips rutted but you held them down. A desperate little thing he was. He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, it was that loud. You began to deep throat him, fondling his balls as he gasped and whimpered. He ached, feeling his balls tighten.
The one thing about losing a sense is that all of the others became hightened. So every brush of skin felt like setting his nerves on fire and each blow of breath gave his entire body chills. Matt was much more sensitive than the average person, you realized, which would come to be an advantage.
“Please, oh god. Please. Please,” he begged. All he was sure of was that he didn’t want you to stop. Your spit acted as lube, the slickness pushing Matt closer to orgasm.
“You wanna cum Matty?” Your hands continued stroking him as you watched him struggle to find words. Poor baby looked tapped out already. He was in for a long night then.
“Please. Need it.”
“Not until I say so. Hold on just a little longer. Think you can do that for me baby?”. He obliged to your request, as painful as it was. You knew it was torture for him and it made you feel quite a bit guilty. But the way he pleaded for release was too good to give up just yet.
His skin was on fire, or at least that’s what it felt like. He felt as though his brain might burst at any moment. You pushed his dick down your throat a bit farther, enjoying the way he struggled not to cum. He cried for release, begging you to let him cum.
“Please Angel, I want it. I’ll do anything. I’m begging you.” Poor Matt was close to tears, if not already. He wanted to be good for you, but it was harder than he thought.
You lips disconnected from his cock with a pop, earning a wine from him. The anger and frustration in his blood simmered like a boiling pot, nearing the edge. How much more he could take, he wasn’t sure. But the possibilities running through his head kept him at bay.
With mischief on your mind, you straddled his legs and began to shift ever so slightly. You knew that with the right movements you’d get him worked up to the point of being putty in your hands. Matt looked in your general direction like a lost puppy in a daze. His big brown eyes fought hard to not roll back in pleasure as you ground your hips against his aching cock.
“Angel,” he begged. He was breathless, even when not much had happened yet.
“Yes Matty?”. You were acting coy, wanting to hear him say how badly he wanted you.
“I need you.”
“Need me to what?” You ground your clit against the head of his cock, soliciting a strained moan from his lips. That, along with the combination of your lips sucking beautiful bruises into his neck, gave Matt a difficult time focusing.
“Fuck me Angel. Please.” Your teeth grazed along his collarbone, causing a chill go run up his spine. Back up his neck and towards his mouth, you hovered over his lips to tease him. Matt leaned in to kiss you and you leaned further back. He let out a breath of frustration at your denial and guilt started to eat at you.
You leaned in just as he looked ready to give up, catching his lips between your teeth and biting down softly. He responded quickly, making movements to kiss you. Matt was rather hesitant at first, trying to understand the mechanics of what was happening. But he caught on quickly, chasing after your lips like a starved man. He hands roamed all over your body, trying to memorize every roll and stretch mark to trace his fingers along again and again. He moaned into your mouth, making you want him more. If that even were possible.
In between kisses, you reached between your bodies and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone of anything.
“Matty, you gonna let me fuck you?”
“God please.”
You blindly fished around in the top drawer for a condom, praying you had the right size. Eventually, your fingers wrapped around a certain foil wrapper you brain memorized the details of. Matt could barely contain himself as you rolled the condom on, he was that needy.
“Shh soon, just hold on ok?” The wrapper ended up somewhere on the ground, to be picked up later when you remembered. All that you cared around right now was a pretty brown eyed boy begging you to be fucked. Slowly you sank down onto his cock, watching as you both got lost in one another.
“Fuuck me,” you said in unison. He was surprisingly big, but even the pain was pleasurable.
Matt didn’t think something could ever feel so good. The way your walls wrapped around him was like heaven on Earth. All that was running through his mind was how warm your pussy felt, and they way you moaned his name with each grind of your hips.
“Fuck, Matty. So good.” He raised his hips to meet your thrusts, hitting a spot your forgot existed. Matt’s whimpers and pleads were like music to your ears.
“Please, oh god fuck.” The only relevant feeling was pleasure, and Matt wanted it to last as long as possible. Your legs were beginning to get tired, so you slowed the pace to grinding against him.
Delicately you threaded your hand through his hair, stopping just short of the root and pulled. Matt groaned in pleasure, making your throb.
“You’ve got a pain kink Matt,” you whispered against his lips.
“I guess I do.” Matt seemed to grow more confident as time passed, initiating a kiss between the two of you. His warm hand reached for your neck, his finger tips pressed against the sides of your neck. He could feel the blood pumping through your body and how fast your heart was beating. Your hand wrapped around his, pushing his fingers into your neck. The lightheaded feeling brought your body closer to orgasm. You disconnected your lips, making Matt confused.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No baby, I want you to get on top. Think you can do that for me?”
Matt was a remarkably obedient guy, so he did just as he was told. The change in position was welcome to your tired legs, and excitement buzzed through your veins. Though on top, the two of you both knew who was really in charge here. Matt took his time trying to find your entrance, bottoming out immediately like he couldn’t wait any longer.
You could hear his pained breaths as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck to kiss your shoulder. As a virgin, you knew how much of an effort he was making to last long for you. It was impressive really. Your hands found their way to his hair, stroking the strands. Matt could barely take it anymore, you made him feel too good.
Matt’s senses are at an all time high, and everything feels so sensitive. The feeling of your g-spot rubs against the head of his cock, practically pleading to him to cum for you. The memory of your moans rings in his ears. It’s all too much yet not enough. He presses his lips into your neck, biting and sucking on the skin like you did to him earlier. Slowly he begins to thrust into you, trying to find a good rhythm. He has no idea what he’s doing, so he listens to your reactions for guidance.
“Fuck Matty feels good. So fucking good. Please, need more.”
He rolls his hips into yours, praying to every god he knew of to not let him cum just yet. His strokes are slow but forceful, like he’s getting a feel for your body. Over time his thrusts become faster, his body begging for more stimulation. He wanted to somehow bind his soul to yours, connecting each and every one of your cells.
You moved your hips to meet his, begging in his ear to feel every part of him. The shy boy with shoulder-length hair he always tucked behind his ears was no more. Gone was his hesitation to be vocal. You knew your neighbors were hating your guts at the moment, but you weren’t in the least bit concerned. The world was made of just the two of you right now.
You pulling Matt’s head up by his hair with your free hand, trying to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, you knew that, but feeling close to him was everything you could ever want. The combination of your fingers on your clit and Matt fucking the life out of your body, neither of you would last much longer. The way your walls squeezed him was pure bliss.
“Matt, gonna cum for me baby?”
“Yes. God yes.”
His thrusts began to lose their rhythm as your stomach began to tighten with the edge of your climax.
“So good Matty. Make me cum. Fuck.”
No more than a few seconds passed by before both of you were crying out each other’s names in a moment of honest pleasure. Matt’s body collapsed on top of you but you didn’t mind. Your fingers curls through the sweaty strands as you both caught your breaths.
“Can we study together tomorrow?”
You laughed at his quip, kissing him on his temple and agreeing with his request.
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October 15 27 | formal wear, public sex, public masturbation | Matt Murdock
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
summary: Here is my next kinktober entry. I am SO sorry for how late it is. Anyway. Here it is! Also he will always be dominant in my mind (or a switch in times of threesomes), and I'm sorry but that's not changing. Ever.
You get jealous when Elektra texts Matt and decide to act out, and Matt gives you a bit of punishment.
warnings: public sex, public oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex
tags: people that I know enjoy my Matt Murdock works...@grippingbeskar @sweetieswiftie @castlesnchurches
You felt positively sinful, lying to Matthew about where you were going.
To be fair – he lied first.
You had intercepted his text message. Elektra. If there was anyone to make you feel insecure in your relationship with Matthew, it was her. She was flawless. And you? Well, you could afford to lose a few pounds, for starters. When you brought up your insecurity in your weight Matthew always reassured you that you were perfect until you started to believe him. Then, you met her. She made it very clear very quickly that something had been there. So, the text message asking him why his sweet ass was taking his time getting to the meeting point? You saw red.
So, when it came time to go with him to some gala, you called up your best friend to see if she could get you into Dante’s instead. She ran pr for the nightclub and squealed at the idea of you going, “Yessss, girl! Time to rebel against the uppity choir boy.”
Naturally, you had told her about the text message. You couldn’t help but laugh at her before shushing her, though you weren’t sure why. You were in the apartment by yourself. What you didn’t know was that Matt’s knuckles were just about to come down on your door when he heard your friend’s comment. So instead, he stood there, eavesdropping through the walls on your conversation as you continued, “So, what do I wear anyway, Emily? I don’t really have trashy wear.”
“Well first off”- you could hear the scoff escape her –“rude. Secondly, I can come over and help you figure it out. But general rule something short, tighter, and girl if you don’t wear that dark crimson lipstick I got you, you will be doing your lips a disservice. And wear your hair up. Guys like the illusion of having something to grab hold of while thinking of fucking you.”
Matt took a sharp inhale when he heard Emily say, anger clouding his mind. He was about to burst into your apartment and fuck you until he was satisfied that no one else could compare when you gave a mock sound of horror, “Em, I’m not trying to get fucked. I just want to blow off some steam. Maybe feel a little attractive now that Elektra is back in town.”
Fucking Elektra, Matt thought to himself. That must have been why you got out of there so fast. You had seen the text message on his screen before he could unlock his phone and listen to it. He knew space was likely what you needed though, not him trying to reassure you that nothing was happening. Deep down you knew that. You had to know that. You were the one he loved.
Later that night, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, hair extensions making it longer, almost to your ass. The dress you chose was white. It was a bold choice on your part, considering it showed every curve for better or worse. Especially in the front. The neckline dipped extremely low, the fine netting panel down the middle of your chest allowing visual access. While you were focused on your love handles in it, however, Em had responded to the picture you sent with a heart eye emoji followed by BITCH your ass is forever the object of my envy. You won’t be paying for a damn thing tonight. Laughing, you responded, Okay, but it isn’t too short?
You watched the ellipses until her response dinged, Baby girl I promise you it isn’t.
Deciding this was it, you slipped on your favorite pair of heels. They were light pink and left you taller. They didn’t quite make your legs look leaner which would have been nice in this dress, but it would have to do. Then you brushed on that red lipstick Emily had given you and took one last look in the mirror, before the most devious smile graced your lips. Then, your eyes looked down at the text message you had sent Matthew with no response about how you weren’t feeling well. Probably busy with Elektra.
The club was loud, the lights rhythmically moving with the beep bass of the music. You were swinging your hips to the sound on the floor, holding your drink high in the air, not caring about whoever it was that was grinding against you. You’d had just enough alcohol to wash away those inhibitions and you felt…good. Turning to face whoever it was, you were met by blue eyes that were darkened by the lighting, a wicked smile on his lips that showed you exactly the kind of thoughts running through his mind. And, as you thought of Matthew, you chased the thoughts away of him and Elektra by simply tipping your drink back and gulping it down.
You continued like this for a while, his hands inching slowly up your legs, thumbs grazing beneath the fabric of your dress to brush along the curve of the bottom of your ass. At the same time, his head dipped down, lips greedily sucking at your neck, and you felt yourself moan while at the same time wanting to cry. A stranger made you feel more wanted than Matthew. Again, the thought of him had to crop up and ruin a good thing, but you were out of drink. You spoke loudly, so your nameless friend would hear you, “I need another drink. Meet you on the side of the dance floor?”
He didn’t give a verbal answer. Rather, he squeezed your ass cheek before giving it a spank and winking at you, disappearing into the crowd as he moved to the side.
You walked the other way to the bar and as you took a second onto the other side, hands grabbed at you from the darkness as another song picked up. A cover of Blue Monday. The heavy bass of the song drowned out your cry for help, a sense of fear running through you as you were pinned to the wall, a man against your back. It was fear until you heard a familiar voice fall on your ear, “Relax, angel.”
Matthew had been waiting on the sides for a bit now, waiting to be able to catch hold of you. He was angry. However, his anger only increased as his free hand explored you, the other holding you in place with his arm around your neck. The fabric of your dress stopped so quickly on your legs. His fingers replaced those that you had only just felt, before yanking the fabric up. You let out a whimper as you felt the air of the club hit your ass cheek, the thong you wore offering no protection.
Embarrassed, you tried to move to pull the dress down, despite being in the shadows. Matt made it a point to further pin you in place before you felt him inhale along your neck. You also knew he could most likely sense the broken blood vessels there. He chuckled lowly, “It seems you’ve been a bit more than just naughty, in my absence angel.”
You went to move again, and he responded with a firm smack on that exposed ass cheek.
Immediately, arousal started.
Matt reached around your hips and pulled, guiding them out. He kissed the back of your neck as he freed himself from his dress pants. He was still wearing his suit from that gala. A moan escaped you as he stopped kissing you and pulled hard on your hair instead, yanking your head back and creating an arch in your back before he spoke again, “I think you should be punished angel.”
You felt his leg part yours as his hand ripped your pretty panties and you nearly moaned as his fingers toyed with your already wet pussy, “For what?”
“I can smell someone else on your neck, angel. And we discussed this. You’re mine. Only mine.” Before you could respond, he shoved those panties in your mouth and covered your mouth with his hand.
You wondered how he could possibly punish you here, in this club, but it was Matthew, and you should know better. Your eyes grew large, and your breath fell heavy on his hand as he began to finger you right there. He had two fingers inside of you, working ruthlessly against the front wall of your pussy until you were desperately wanting to cum. You were so close. If this was his idea of punishment, you should act out more, you thought to yourself. That is, until he suddenly stopped his ministrations.
All you could do was buck your hips in protest. Matt, meanwhile, let his hand drift up and frowned when he felt the mesh of your dress, “My angel wanted to be a whore tonight, then fine.”
With no hesitation he ripped the mesh away and let it drop to the floor. Taking his hand from your mouth, it slipped inside of your dress and found your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his hand covered in your arousal continued its work. Your moans were muffled by your panties still in your mouth, saliva beginning to drool and eyes closed, and you were close to releasing once more when he stopped. Your eyes flew open at the realization, and you bucked your hips back in frustration at the loss of contact. He wasn’t going to let you cum. Tears pricked at your eyes and your protests were muffled and Matt smiled before nipping at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, fingers continuing once more. You could feel your arousal on your upper thighs. Little did you know, that’s exactly what Matthew wanted. He nearly growled when he spoke up again, “I’m going to show you just how much I love this body of yours, angel. Starting with these legs of yours. Put them together.”
A bit uncertain, you put your legs together as he asked, and a moan broke through when you felt the head of his cock press between them. However, your frustration was immediate when you realized he wasn’t inside you. Instead, his cock was nestled right beneath your pussy, peeking out between the front of your thighs. He slowly moved back and then thrust before grinning and telling you, “Gonna fuck those perfect thick thighs of yours until that delicious pussy is drenching me, angel.”
Then, he started moving. You could hear every single sound he made. Every moan, every shaky exhale, and it only turned you on more. God damnit. You were giving him exactly what he wanted. You were drenching him, and you could feel the smile against your neck.
However, in a move that surprised you, he pulled back and turned you around to face him. That was when you barely saw him in the darkness, and relaxed when you realized the likelihood of someone else seeing was little to none. However, your relaxation was very short lived as he yanked those panties free and tucked them into his back pocket kissed you deeply before saying, “You smell so good for me angel, I can’t not taste you.”
You watched as he slowly got to his knees before you. Gently, he guided your left leg over his shoulder, and you could feel his hot breath falling on your clit right before his tongue lazily ran along your folds. You let out a cry at the contact and even though it was a public place, Matt’s tongue left you in a stupor as you lost yourself to him. Your hips moved greedily, and your hands found themselves clutching Matthew by the hair as you more or less rode his face right there before he pulled back. Again, right before you were about to cum.
That was when he stood up and leaned in again as you pulled your dress down, “Tell me, angel, are you that much of a whore that you want to cum that badly?”
“M’your whore, Matthew. I want you to make me cum. Please.”
Matt grinned wickedly and you worried what was coming next, “Can you run for me angel? let me find you from the sound of your breaths and the scent of this alone.” You watched as he brought those panties up to his face and inhaled them, before actually licking his lips. Your thighs clenched together instinctively at the thought.
“What happens when you find me?” You were breathless but Matthew heard you.
He slowly tucked himself back in his pants, still achingly hard for you, before answering, “Then I pull you back into the darkness and fuck you like the good girl you are until you cum around my cock with that perfect pussy of yours, angel.”
You watched as he stepped back, taking a few moments to realize you were meant to start running. You stumbled back into the crowd of people, back into the light, the last thing you saw in the darkness Matthew’s devilish smirk. Your heart was pounding. The idea of running excited you. Was it because of the promise of what came when you got caught? Absolutely.
Matthew entered the sea of people as well. As he slowly parted through, he listened intently, filtering out the noises and the sounds until he homed in on you. He smiled gently. You were so close, but he was going to let this continue for a little longer. After all, as he trailed behind you, yourself oblivious, he could smell your arousal building. You were enjoying this. You did always manage to surprise him though.
He let it go on for only a few more minutes though, until he seized hold of you in the crowd from behind and slowly led you to the darkness again.
You turned to face him and as you did, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him as he led you further back until you hit a wall. There was only Matthew. You were so focused on his mouth on yours, the roughness of his hands on your ass beneath your dress, the feel of his erection in his pants pressing against you, that you didn’t even notice the four of five people that quickly backed out of the area and went to a different area of the club. Matthew knew they were there though and chuckled, “My angel gets so needy when she gets desperate for my cock, doesn’t she?”
Frustration sounded on your voice as you said his name with a bit of frustration before adding on, “Would you please fuck me already?”
He laughed loudly and adjusted himself so he could free his cock again, lining it up with your pussy, sinking into you as he responded, “Well, when you put it like that, angel, how can a man say no?”
Whatever cheeky response you would have had died on your lips as he filled you completely and stretched you so deliciously. Then, he shifted your weight so that you were sitting against the wall, legs now spread out instead of around him, hands holding you by your thighs and he was relentless as he kept driving into you at a punishing pace. Even with lights, you would be seeing stars, the head of his cock hitting your cervix in the most perfect way, and you quickly came undone around him, pussy erratically tightening around him as you called out his name over and over. He shouted out for you to hear, "Fucking perfect, a body made for me. Only me."
But he wasn’t done with you, not yet.
“On your knees for me, angel.”
He held onto your chin as you lowered and calmly explained, “I’m going to cum all over those perfect tits and slutty dress. So, everyone knows you’re a whore, but angel…want to tell me just whose whore you are before I begin?”
You were breathless, and why were you turned on? “Y-yours, Matthew.”
“That’s right, angel.” Then, he kissed your lips again before he stood and slowly began pumping him right there in front of you, his back turned to anyone who might be able to see. However, it wouldn’t take a genius to realize.
The idea of being caught began to build up and your hand slowly worked to the apex of your highs until your fingers danced over your clit, rubbing slowly until a moan escaped you. Matt smirked and grabbed the back of your head, leading you to his cock. You opened your mouth for him and greedily licked and sucked until you could taste yourself mixed with precum and what Matt would give to see you right now. You worked yourself to another quick orgasm just as Matt buried himself in your throat, quickly pulled back and pumping once, twice, and as he promised, came all over your chest, both your tits and dress.
With that, he helped you up, and readjusted himself as you fixed your dress before slipping his suit coat off and offering it to you. His eyebrows rose as you pushed it back to him, “How will anyone know whose whore I am if I’m all covered up? Wanna walk me home though?”
Matthew took hold of your hand and licked your fingers clean before smiling and leaning in, breath on your neck, “You’re coming home with me, angel. So I can remind you over and over again how fucking perfect you are until there's no doubt in your mind what I think or feel. But I’ll gladly walk you there.”
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hey queen can i request a matt (obvi) thigh riding?🤤 i know you’ll do me justice
actually squirtming in my seat as I wrote this…. like i’m h word
Thigh Riding w Matt
word count: 1.8k
warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! obvious smut, thigh riding, body worship, language, daddy kink, dom-ish!matt, fluff, this is actually sweet lol
DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT!!!!!
comments/feedback/reblogs/likes are always welcomed <3 ily
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it was calm in the apartment. the bubbling of boiling water created a steady rhythm in the small kitchen that Matt lingered in, but your heartbeat was what kept him grounded. he basks in the easiness of your presence- calm, warm, inviting, and relishes in the simplicity of your relationship.
he’s pulled out of his trance when his attuned ears pick up a whoosh from a few feet away; the scent of honey and vanilla encompasses him and he eases into the familiarness of you.
your fingers interlace with tendrils of soft hair, sending sweet notes of your shampoo into his direction. escaping pieces of hair tickle your cheeks and jaw as they fall against your face. his eyebrows perk as he notices a light tug followed by a groan.
the hair on Matt’s neck prickles as your mint flavor breath infiltrates the shared space. fuck. the profanities are a stark dichotomy between your typical reserved nature and abrasive diction. the sound of your arms falling against your sides and a small groan warn Matt of your frustrations.
“everything okay, sweetheart?“ he gently pries, head cocked towards your direction. “no.” you grumble from the living room. your cheeks are flushed and beads of sweat gather in your hairline. your arms feel like lead, and you’re emotionally spent.
“anything I can do to help?” he asks gently, turning to find remove the boiling water and find a mug in the cabinet.
“unless you can magically regain your sight, I don’t think so.” the mirror on the coffee table is pushed a few inches to the right, and you dramatically throw yourself to the floor. your hair splays against the rug like rays of sunshine as you lay on your back, your eyes falling shut in defeat.
“well,” the sound of Matt shuffling into the living room brings some relief. “I don’t see that happening any time soon.” his smile is radiant. you can’t help but slip a small smirk at the joke.
the leather couch squeaks under his weight. “what’s wrong?” he asks gingerly. you huff in frustration at the insignificance of your emotional distress.
“you’re gonna laugh at me.” you mumble through closed lips.
“try me.” you can feel his smile.
the sight above you nearly chokes you. you’re settled between Matt’s bare legs; the bulge is hard to miss. blood rushes to your cheeks and in between your legs, causing you to warm. your reaction doesn’t fail to make Matt feel accomplished.
“I was trying to french braid my hair.” you shyly admit.
you expect a sweet coo or gentle words of encouragement but are surprised when you’re met with a hearty laugh. the crease between your eyebrows and way your mouth hangs open in a frown should leave permanent wrinkles. you twist your body and push yourself up so that you’re resting on your knees and facing him.
“really? that’s what you were doing?” his laugh is infectious, but you can’t help the way your arms cross against your body.
“it’s not funny!” you huff with a pout.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” his hand gently finds your face and eases you into his touch.
“it just seemed like you were trying to prove the existence of God.” you can’t help but chuckle with him.
“there’s no reason for it to be that hard!” you exclaim, trying to save yourself some embarrassment.
“c’mere, get off the floor” he orders through a smile.
his hands hook underneath your arms as he hoists you onto one of his thighs. you attempt to adjust your weight, but sparks of pleasure rip through you as your heat innocently grinds against him. you desperately attempt to stifle the moan in your throat, but Matt catches the way your breathing falters and your heartbeat increases.
“y’know…” your hair is pushed from your shoulders as Matt’s hands trace lines up and down your back. your eyes close at the familiar touch and your body relaxes into his hold.
“all you had to do…” fingertips lightly press into the tightness of your back. an automatic moan escapes your lips as he soothes the muscles, but your breathing falters as his grip slightly tightens and drags you against him. his fingers play with the seam of your underwear.
“was just ask…” gentle caresses of his fingertips trail up your waist, and your arms raise automatically, shirt landing somewhere on the floor. you moan into his touch as his fingers dance across your collarbones, over your sternum, across your breasts and pebbled nipples, down your soft stomach, and graze your inner thighs. your hips automatically grind into his thigh, desperate to relieve the ache in your core.
“for help.” a soft kiss is placed just below the middle of your neck, in between your collarbones. you shiver at the sincerity of it. your chest heaves as wet, open mouth kisses litter your neck.
“matt” you sigh and your body twitches as he sucks the sweet spot below your ear. your arms hang limp by your side and you pant into him as his arms hold your weight. you aren’t aware you’re grinding yourself against him until he brings it to your attention.
“look at you,” he places a kiss on your sternum.
“just grinding that sweet pussy against me, hm?” your head falls back with a silent moan at his words and he takes the opportunity to suck on your neck.
“does that feel good, baby?” he coos.
you nod your head incoherently, chasing the pleasure as your sensitive clit rubs against his muscular thigh. you’re attention is broken as a hand brings your head forward. “look at me.”
your eyes flutter open and immediately shut at the erotic sight. Matt desperately searches your face as he strokes a thumb against your cheek and lands on your lips. you open your mouth in invitation. his thumb finds its place on the flat of your tongue. you swirl your finger around it gently, before lightly sucking it.
“god, look at you, princess.” his mouth falls into an open frown as he moans. you can’t help but moan with him as your pussy clenches around nothing.
“such a good girl for me. you look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth” you moan into him.
“and even prettier rubbing that pussy on me.” he bounces his thigh, causing you to fold in on yourself at the added pressure against your clit.
“daddy” you pant.
“that’s it, sweetheart. good girl. make yourself feel good on daddy” his lips meet yours before gently sucking on your bottom lip.
you’re completely blissed out as his hands trail over your body. it’s as if you have no control over your body- completely captive to its natural urges. a warm mouth and graze of teeth over your nipples bring you back to reality.
your small hands fervently make its way up Matt’s chest and shoulders, holding on for extra support. he feels your urgency as your nails lightly dig into his soft skin. a moan leaves his throat and his arms rake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“oh fuck!” you moan into the small space between your bodies. your panties are soaked against his bare thigh.
the smell of your arousal falls on his lips and he darts his tongue out to collect any bit of you.
“you’re making such a mess, angel” he desperately slides a finger to swipe up excess arousal from his thigh before bringing them to his lips, moaning at the taste of you.
“taste so fucking sweet, baby. I can’t wait to taste that pretty pussy” you moan at his confession.
“fuck, Matty, I’m so close” your thighs shake from exhaustion. one large hand sweeps up your back and lands on the nape of your neck, pushing your head towards his, while the other remains tightly wrapped around you. your foreheads meet and you exchange breaths.
“c’mon, princess. rub that sweet little pussy against my thigh and cum for me” you whimper against his lips, tears threatening to spill from the intensity.
“it feels so good daddy” your eyes slam shut as you feel your release forming, a sudden tear falling between your bodies. your bottom lip shakes and you whimper in pleasure.
“shhh, sh. I know, I know it feels so good. you’re doing so good for me, angel” his fingers caress the back of your head, lightly scratching your scalp as you near your climax. he lightly tugs at the root of your hair, the added sensation pushing you over the edge.
“cum for me, sweetheart. be a good girl and cum for daddy” he moans into your mouth.
your hips chase and chase and chase and suddenly your vision is compromised with stars. your orgasm is white hot and you feel it in every part of your body. no sounds leave your open mouth- you are too entranced in pleasure. your hips begin to falter and your abs contract as your overly sensitive clit nudges against your soaked panties. you roughly buck your hips into Matt’s thigh when you become aware of your surroundings again- completely engulfed in his embrace, foreheads melting into one another, open mouths exchanging the same breath.
you gasp for breath as the aftershocks of your orgasm wear off.
“there you are, pretty girl” Matt runs his hands through your hair, lightly pushing stray strands out of your face as you catch your breath. your eyes close and you nod, forgetting that Matt needs verbal confirmation.
“‘mhere.” you huff a final breath and collapse into his chest. he gently scoots against the couch, leaning back so you can easily nestle into him. you sigh in content as he adjusts you, your arms wrapping around him effortlessly.
he rocks you gently while placing sweet kisses into your hairline. the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing acts as a guideline for you to follow, easing you into relaxation. his fingers find their way into your hair, lightly scratching as he pulls heavy sighs from you.
maybe it’s the way you are so relaxed that you don’t notice the way pieces of your hair disappear from your face, or maybe it’s the sheer exhaustion of your orgasm. either way, it’s not until you shiver that you realize you’re missing a shield of warmth.
your eyebrows knit together and you slowly sit up against Matt’s solid frame. your fingers reach behind your head to reveal a perfect french braid.
“matthew murdock,” your voice is stern.
“are you telling me, this whole time, you knew how to braid?” sleep no longer remained at the forefront of your mind. a shit eating grin is plastered along his face.
“maybe, but- hey!” whack. a pillow to the face interrupts his confession.
“I’m gonna kill you!” you attempt to get another blow in.
“I was literally dying and you knew this whole time!” you're laughing together, now. his hands find your wrist and stop you from landing another hit.
“maybe next time you’ll ask for help” whack.
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I have not edited this, I literally don’t think I can read this again without needing to be hosed off. this was kinda fun to write something without angst LOL
also, I have a serious vendetta against people who can french braid their own hair. literally how????? someone teach me pls
thank you for the request, ily <3
#matt murdock#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock smut#matt murdock thigh riding#matt murdock blurb#matt murdock imagine#dom!matt murdock#giggling and kicking my feet in the air#frankcastlescumslut
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devil on my shoulder - matt murdock (masterlist)
Pairing: Daredevil x Vigilante!Reader (Matt x reader)
Summary: With the Fisk situation behind her, Exodus tries to move forward without Daredevil. But as fate would have it, that shift changes Y/N’s relationship with Matt. The two start to wonder if maybe those lives are more interconnected than they first believed.
SUMMARY VIDEO // SEASON ONE // DEFENDERS // SEASON THREE
(1) Criminal: With Wilson Fisk in the past, Exodus tries to move forward without Daredevil. But a strange meeting leads to potentially another threat… Or maybe an ally. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(2) Glimpse of Us: Earning trust in Hell’s Kitchen is surprisingly easy when it comes to your newest ally. But one long night reveals more about all of you than you had expected (MINI-PREVIEW)
(3) Thank Me Later: Working with the Punisher was supposed to be simple. But Daredevil finds a way into the mix yet again and one long night brings some unexpected yet very welcome advice and insight into a new friend, along with an implosion of what was left standing. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(4) New Girl in Town: Helping an old friend leads to more trouble than it’s worth, especially when it interferes with the fate of a new friend. Dots are finally connected but is the outcome really worth it? (MINI-PREVIEW)
(5) Why Am I Like This?: The case of a lifetime. Frank Castle V The People. Benefits of working with the Punisher meant you knew who he really was and you were ready to go to war to prove it. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(6) Not My Job Anymore: The People v. Frank Castle hits the pinnacle and it seems to take down everything else in her life, too. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(7) Only Love Can Hurt Like This: Nelson and Murdock finally falls, leaving a cracked friendship in its wake. With a new development from Frank Castle, Y/N and Matt go to visit an old… adversary. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(8) I’ve Had Enough: The magnetism that is Matt Murdock is hard to ignore, especially in tender moments that seemed to be few and even further between. But maybe - just maybe - there’s enough spark to rekindle a flame. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(9) Devil Doesn’t Bargain: Comfort comes with the familiar as Y/N and Matt find a way to something softer than bickering. But even then, a new revelation shakes their relationship with an old mutual friend. (MINI-PREVIEW)
(10) Devil On My Shoulder: Daredevil, Exodus, and Elektra v. The Hand. Three go in, two go out and nothing is quite the same between the ones who remain. (MINI-PREVIEW) (Bonus Matt POV)
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Baby Boy
Summary: After breaking a promise to (Y/N), Matt must be punished.
(Content Warning: Face sitting, Pussy eating, Dom!reader, sub!Matt, dirty talk, & slight degradation)
(The reader is gender-neutral, but afab, and uses they/them pronouns. The race/ethnicity is any.)
(Instead of sir or ma'am, the reader is called "Your Highness.")
This is what you get, Matty, I thought proudly, looking down at my handsome man's face.
This all started because of him not being able to follow through on his promise. He promised me with his whole Catholic heart that he would try to lessen his nightly outings as Daredevil and stay in a little bit more. Spend more time with me, Foggy, and Karen and less time getting beat up or beating up other people. All I asked was to at least try, but no. Matty boy decided to continue his outings every single night and try to sneak in as quietly as he could. This went on for a while. He didn't think I noticed him leaving the bed in the middle of the night when I was sleeping or seeing him wince every now then in the morning. He did good with patching up his bruises so I wouldn't notice them, but he should have known that that wouldn't last and at some point, he was going to get caught.
Tonight, I caught him in the middle of sneaking back in through the living room window. I was in the bedroom watching TV when I heard him trying to silence his groans and grunts. Getting out of bed I entered the living room and found him in his usual red suit, closing the window.
I guessed he was so focused on not making a sound that his heightened senses didn't pick up on my presence in the room. I cleared my throat as loud as I could, scaring him and making him turn around to quickly see me.
"Hey sweetie, what're you doing up?" He was doing his infamous Matthew Murdock smirk that would usually work on anyone (including me), but tonight the smirk wasn't enough to quell my anger which leads us to now.
Me sitting on his face, while he was still wearing his Daredevil suit, making him eat my pussy and not allowing him to touch himself. Poor Matty boy, I thought grinding harder on his tongue, enjoying hearing his moans and whimpers. You had to break your promise.
“Please your highness,” he said against me, his voice muffled.
“Please what, Matty,” I could feel him trying to creep his hands up my thighs, and I quickly slapped them away. “Tha fuck do you want?”
“Please forgive me, your highness,” he said, taking his tongue away from pussy to sweetly kiss my inner thigh.
“Shut the fuck up,” I told him, grabbing hold of one of the horns on his helmet and moving his face back to my pussy. I grinded down harder on his face, not able to hold in my moan. “This is what you asked for when you broke your promise, baby boy.”
He moaned into my pussy, licking harder at my clit. I knew that he was desperate to taste my cum. He usually is whenever he’s eating me out. Just like how I also knew that his dick was probably really hard and in pain from being constrained by his suit.
“I’m sorry, your highness,” he said, giving extra attention to my clit. He began sucking on it harder, moaning into it, causing me to let out more moans.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, looking down at him, continuing to grind against his tongue. “You think sucking my pussy is gonna make me forgive you, Matty?”
He let out a hum, refusing to stop sucking me. Not liking his silence, I reached down and grabbed his horn again, pulling his face from me.
“Huh? You think this will make up for breaking your promise? Answer me!”
“No, your highness,” he let out a breath, trying to move his head back to me. “Please cum in my mouth, your highness? Please?”
“You beg so good for me,” I told him, letting go of his horn. He quickly bent his head forward and resumed his licking and sucking. “Maybe I’ll forgive you. Just....maybe.”
“Mmmm” he hummed as I grinded on him harder. I could feel a familiar warmth growing in me and knew that I was close to cumming. I could also hear and feel his hips moving behind me, and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know that he was thrusting his hips into the air helplessly, wanting his dick to be touched badly.
“Yes, Matty, just like that,” I moaned, grinding faster. “I think I can...” I stopped to let out another moan as the warmth in me began to get hotter and hotter. “forgive you, baby.”
He whimpered into me, somehow sucking even harder. “Please? Cum on my tongue, your highness. Please.”
Hearing his moans and whimpers increase, I decided to fully punish him and lifted my hips up from his face.
“No, no, your highness,” he tried to lift his head to follow me, but I quickly pushed it back down, causing him to let out a groan of frustration.
I moved my hips up over his face to his helmet and lowered my myself down to the cold, red, metal, spreading my legs wider apart so the horns wouldn’t bother my inner thighs. The cold metal made me jump, but still, the coldness of it surprisingly made the warmth inside me stronger and hotter. I began slowly moving my hips back and forth, getting used to the feeling.
Shit, I thought, grinding faster, the warmth in me growing stronger and stronger. “I’m still gonna punish you, Matty. You’re not gonna taste my cum, baby boy. So sorry.”
“Please, your highness-” The warmth overtook me and I moaned loudly, cumming on his helmet. The warmth overtook my senses making everything around me dull out, but I could still hear Matt moaning and panting. Ignoring him, I grinded harder onto the helmet, letting the warmth continue through my body.
It took a second for my senses to come back to me, but when they did, all I could hear was Matt still begging for my forgiveness.
“Please forgive me, my highness,” He panted. “Please.”
I quicky stood up from his head and stepped over him and got out of the bed. When I looked down at him, I realized what he was asking for forgiveness for. The little shit, I thought. Through the suit, I could see a big bulge and a drying cum stain.
Grabbing his face, I turned it towards me. “You came without my permission.”
“No,” he shook his head, still panting. The effects of his orgasm was still working on him. “Your smell...your taste. It was too much, your highness. Please forgive me.”
“Mmmm,” I hummed, pretending to think about it.
I already knew that I was going to forgive him, but I just wanted to watch him squirm a little bit.
“I guess I’ll forgive you for that. I know how much you love my pussy and how it tastes.”
He smiled and reached up to take off his helmet, his movements still a little slow. He looked up at me with sightless yet love filled eyes and suddenly I almost couldn't remember why I was mad at him. Again, almost.
"You know why I punished you, baby?"
He nodded his head, taking a hold of the hand touching his face softly. "I'm sorry. I will try to be less Daredevil and more Matt Murdock. For you, I promise, sweetie."
"And you'll be my baby boy too?" I asked leaning my head down to his.
"Always, your highness," he replied, lifting his head and meeting my lips.
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Just imagine:
Matt’s working late at the law firm’s office, he’s tired and feeling increasingly cranky, but he’s dead set on finishing his paperwork and he’s determined to have them done by the morning.
Frank decides that tonight of all nights he’s gonna pop by and pay his partner a visit, touch-starved to hell and horny as fuck. But, when Frank gets down on his knees for Matt, he’s told to wait.
Insert both parties growing further and further impatient with each other before the thread finally snaps, and Matt is bending Frank over the desk and fucking the living day lights out of him.
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first of all, CONGRATS ON 120!!!!! Super happy our blogs found each other and got us introduced 🥺♥️ Now I’ve got a request that’ll ruin your life but this is another one you’ll have to store for May for me bec i wont be able to read it now - smut numbers 11 and 15. okay? RIP
HEIDI DARLING! THANKYOU 💗💫
Maybe I'll make this a 300 followers special????
Gods! I'm so happy that you just crashed in and dropped that Matt-thot that day 🥺💗 Look at us!
I'm so sorry you had to wait a whole month for this. To make it up to you I'm making this super long!
Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader
Tags: smut, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (cover 'em before you shower 'em), kinky!matt, softdom!matt, creampie, MDNI.
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You decided to head over to Matt's office and surprise him with some soba noodle salad and curry buns. You were hungry, not for food, but for him. Your frustration was getting the best of you and you decided to put an end to it. The only remedy? Matt.
You wore a soft navy blue sleeveless dress that ended right above your knees. You knew how much Matt liked the material of this dress.
“It feels like your skin” he said when you first wore it. It seemed like the right choice for a long day of teasing.
Matt was aching for you, too. He missed the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock, your hands digging into his back and pulling in his hair, the sound of your moans echoing through the apartment and vibrating down his body, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his. He missed you.
You entered Nelson, Murdock, and Page and greeted Karen and Foggy with some curry buns and moved to Matt's office. Matt could smell you as soon as you entered the building, your scent overpowered by the food you were carrying. His stomach grumbled as he inhaled the delicious steam.
"Hello there, Devil man! How's your day been?" your voice was chirpy for someone who hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past week.
"Hello, my angel! It wasn’t very interesting until you walked in. Are you wearing that blue dress?" he said with his cheeky grin on full display. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks and ears.
Bastard.
You had to be in control of this situation, not him.
"Yes, I am and I brought lunch! I decided to cut short my day and have lunch with you. I couldn't handle the stress my work was putting me under. Is it okay if I stay here till we go back home?"
"Of course, you can stay sweetheart. And, if you want, you can lie down on the couch and get some sleep after lunch? You haven't been sleeping well." Matt knows how the tension has been building in you. And he hated himself for not being able to help you even though you told him that his presence was more than enough.
"Yeah, I'd like that. But first, noodles!"
You scooted your chair close to Matt's, a little too close, and ate your lunch as you filled him in on your work. Your thighs were glued to his, occasionally moving them to create some friction. You dropped your hand innocently on the top of his thigh, close to his cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze when he talked about some obstacles they were facing with their case. Your leg brushed against his foot from time to time, your barefoot running up and down his slacked calf. Your voice was a little lower and huskier than usual. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Matt. All those times he fucked you senseless, all those times you made him whimper and beg, you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the minute.
Matt didn't get a whiff of your intentions behind your seemingly sinless actions. At least not at first.
After having a filling lunch your eyelids started to get heavy. Your breathing was becoming long and deep. You sat beside Matt, watching him move his thick fingers on the paper. You leaned your head on his shoulder and within minutes you fell into a deep slumber.
Matt gently moved your head to the desk and listened to your faint snores, a content smile graced his face, as you continued your peaceful sleep.
You woke up to the sound of Foggy and Karen laughing. You lifted your head off the table and found yourself alone in Matt's office. You let out a sleepy yawn and stretch your hands to release any remnant sleep.
You walked outside the room and were greeted by the chirpy voices of Karen and Foggy bidding their goodbyes to Matt. Karen pulled you in for a hug before the duo made their way out of the office.
"Morning, sunshine!" Matt turned to you and pulled in for a quick kiss.
"Good morning, handsome." you whispered as you pulled away.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm. Like a baby. I hope I didn't disturb you while you worked." you smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt and loosened his tie.
Matt chuckled and brought his forehead to rest on yours "Good. And, you did not. I enjoyed the company."
"You enjoyed my snoring company?"
"I loved your snoring company."
You leaned in and kissed Matt once more, tangling your hands behind his neck. Matt's hands pulled you in by your waist, pressing his chest to yours. In the middle of the kiss, you realised that your mission was halted.
You pulled back from the kiss and dragged your hands down his sides. Matt's body became stiff under your feathery touch.
"Coffee?" you asked, stepping away from his grasp.
"Sounds good"
Matt followed you to their kitchenette and pulled out his cup.
You leaned against his back, your chest pressed against his back, to get another cup. You ran your finger along his exposed forearm as you reached towards the cupboard.
Your breath fanned against his ears eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.
Taking advantage of his reaction you huskily whispered in his ears.
"Sorry, couldn't reach it"
Matt cleared his throat and removed the collar button of his shirt. It was suddenly getting a little hot in his small law firm.
You hummed the tune of your favourite song and swayed, occasionally leaning your chest on Matt's arms as you waited for the coffee.
Matt was starting to feel a small tension build within himself. You weren’t teasing him and yet he felt the urge to strip you naked and consume you raw on his desk. Maybe because he hadn't had you in a week.
Matt's head shot up realising what you had been doing ever since you got here.
Of course. I should’ve known when you came in wearing that dress.
He caught up with your mischievous mission and it would only be right to reward you for being sneakily sexy.
Matt turned towards you and circled his arms around your waist, higher than he usually holds you, resting his hand just below your breast.
“What are you doing, Matty?”
“Don’t act all innocent, darling. I know what you’re up to.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making coffee.” you twist under his firm hold gesturing towards the coffee maker.
“Sure, you are.” Matt says while turning off the coffee maker and swiftly lifting you up in his arms. Coffee wasn’t going to keep him up all night.
His sudden movement catches you off guard making you squeal in excitement. You circle your arms and legs around his muscular frame as he carries you out of the kitchenette and towards his office.
“I have to say. I am very impressed with how sneaky you were. Good girl.” Matt drops his tone making you shudder in his arms.
He stood in front of his office door and tried to unlock it with one hand.
Laughter filled the silent office as you watched Matt struggle to open the door.
“Wait. Wait. Let me help you with that.” you giggle as you remove one of your hands from behind his neck and unlock the door. Matt’s grip on you stays firm as ever.
He kisses your neck as you turn your head towards the doorknob, making you gasp as pleasure washes over you.
Matt kicks the door open with his legs and plops you down on his desk.
He stood tall between your legs and pushed the dress up exposing a large part of your thighs.
Hunger grumbles at your core as your arousal fills the room. It washes over Matt’s senses like a wave and crashes at his core making his pants tighter around his crotch.
You pulled Matt towards you and let all the pent up sexual tension and frustration fuel your desire, and kissed him.
Matt’s restrained grunt echoed in your mouth. You worked your hands on his tie, unlooping them hastily while Matt kneaded your hips pulling you closer to his tented slacks. His clothed cock brushed against your inner thighs and you pulled him impossibly closer to you by his unlooped tie. Matt slid the sleeve of your dress down your arm and tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck, his hungry mouth never leaving yours as you undo his belt. The pen stand and paper files on his desk cluttered on the floor. You both were really going to make a mess.
Gasps and sighs fill the empty office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page as Matt devoured your neck brewing hickeys for tomorrow. Your desire gets frantic and you pull his earlobe between your teeth, evoking a pained snarl from Matt.
“I want you to fuck me, counsellor.” You look into his sightless hazel eyes as they grow hasty.
“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Matt almost growled like an animal ready to feast on its prey.
“I want you everywhere, Matthew.”
You yelp as Matt tugs you towards the edge of the desk and gets down on his knees. You rest your hands, behind you, for support.
An unrestrained moan breaks out of your lips looking at him get on his knees for you.
His signature smirk appears on his face listening to your passionate noises.
Matt kissed the inside of your thighs, pulling your dress up simultaneously, before he bit the skin above the waistband of your panties.
You yelped and one hand flew towards him to pull on his dishevelled hair.
He bit one side of your panties and hooked a finger on the other side and pulled it down your legs. Instead of discarding it away on the floor he pocketed it in his tight slacks.
The sweet and tangy smell of your slick filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and dove right into your wetness.
Matt’s tongue performed a well choreographed ballet on your sensitive cunt. Your moans and whimpers served as his orchestra.
Chills washed over you as you felt the tight knot in your stomach coming undone. Matt sensed how close you were and lapped his tongue ferociously. You shuddered, struggling to keep yourself up on his desk. As if reading your thoughts, Matt’s hand travelled up your torso and pushed you down on his desk, his mouth never halting the dance. He kept his hand on the bulge of your breasts and pinched your hardening nipples covered by layers of clothing.
Your hand reached out to grasp on to the edge of the desk to ground yourself and not slip into a different world. Your other hand kept its grip on Matt’s soft hair.
“Matt, please!” you cried out, unable to continue this journey.
“Please, what, darling?” his voice muffled by your supple skin around him.
“Ma- Counsellor, please. Please make me cum.”
Matt moved away from your aching heat and caught his breath.
“Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my tongue like my good little slut.”
And that was your weakness. The way his words strip you off your senses. So commanding yet considerate.
You arch your back trying to get more of Matt’s mouth on your cunt. You painfully whimpered as his tongue entered your tight walls and his skillful fingers played with your clit. He pumped his tongue in and out, in a frantic pace, making you blurt out incoherent words. Matt groaned into your wet pussy as you clenched around his tongue and spilled your sweet essence into his mouth.
You struggled to catch your breath as Matt lifted you off his desk and kissed you, pouring his need into mouth. The taste of your juice mixed with Matt’s saliva was making you both dizzy.
Your hunger burnt like the fires of hell. Still not satisfied, you pushed yourself off the desk and continued tangling in Matt’s mouth. Your hand dropped to his bulge. He was hard and wet with his leaking pre-cum, aching for you. You kissed Matt’s exposed neck and started to make your way down to his thick cock when he pulled you up, stopping you from wanting him in your mouth.
“Oh no. You don’t get to taste me, sweetie.” Matt’s voice was heavy with greed.
“But I want to make you feel good!” you mewled.
“Oh, you want to make me feel good? Aren’t you such a darling? Well, then, be good for me, let me have you as I wish…okay?”
Ever the gentleman.
“Mhmm, yes please, counsellor!” you whined softly.
Matt kept walking you backwards towards the wall as he unzipped your dress and slipped the sleeves down your arms. Your dress pooled around your waist as Matt undid the clasps of your bra. He pulled them off of you and pocketed it as well.
Matt’s mouth latched itself onto your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting the tender skin, making you moan as pain and pleasure wove and unwove. His calloused hands kneaded your breasts like a baker kneading his dough. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers making you shriek.
All of a sudden Matt flipped you and pushed your body towards the window, your boobs pressed onto the glass as he pulled your waist against his fully hard cock.
“Matt. Matt, what are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m having my way with you.”
“But, Matty! Against the window? Are you insane? What if someone sees Matt?”
“Should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt sweetheart.” Matt leaned down and whispered into your ears. You watched through the corner of your eyes as he pulled down his boxers and pants. His painfully thick cock sprang free from its restraints.
“Plus, I’d never let anyone see my beautiful girl now, will I?” Matt said, stroking himself.
He put two of his fingers into your mouth asking you to lather your saliva onto them.
“Good girl. Now be my sweet little slut and open your legs wide.”
Your hands found their purchase on the glass as Matt teased your entrance with his swollen head. You pressed your heat onto him, begging him to fill you up already.
“Use your words.” Matt grunted.
“Uhhh...please Matty. Fuck me already!” Your words came out as a cry as Matt finally pushed himself into you, stretching you out.
His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you with a painfully slow pace. Your mewls matched the tempo of his thrusts. You pushed your hip towards him and increased the pace as you fucked yourself on his girth.
Matt’s hand snaked around your neck and pulled your head back as his hips snapped into you breaking your movements and resuming his own. Matt’s thrusts were hard and slow.
“Matt, oh god! Faster. I need you to go faster.” you choked onto your words feeling his fingers press into your neck.
Matt obeyed your words and increased his pace but never stopped the force of his pumps.
Your stimulated pussy was clenching around Matt’s thickness. You were close to cumming, again.
The sounds of your sweet sobs and Matt’s hoarse grunts echoed through his tiny office.
You took one hand off of the window and rubbed your clit, trying to bring yourself closer to your release. Matt pulled your hand off and placed it back on the window and leaned on you, the slick on your fingers made impressions on the glass.
“No. Leave it to me.”
You scream in pleasure as Matt’s sturdy fingers circled your swollen bud. He drew mesmerising patterns on them, making your head spin.
The financial office next door was still working and you didn’t want them to know how you were being ruined in this little law firm. You swallowed your moans and left out broken cries but Matt had other ideas.
“Don’t hold back, darling. I know you want to scream my name- Ahhh fuck” Matt moaned as your walls fluttered around him.
“I want them to know what a perfect little girl you are.” Matt’s voice was breathy as he struggled to keep his composure.
Your debauched whimpers echoed like a mesmerising melody.
"Say my name. Louder, I want them to hear you. I want them to know who's destroying your sweet little cunt"
“Ahhhh, Maaatt. Oh gods! Yes!” pleasure rang in your ears as Matt thrusted into you mercilessly.
Matt pulled out and turned you around to face him, nudging you to jump. He pushed you against the translucent glass of his office. Your legs locked behind him, pushing him closer to you, almost merging with your body. Matt's hands rested on your ass, supporting your weight on him, while his mouth created sinful patterns on your neck and collar bone.
"You can take it baby, don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"
A desperate moan escaped your mouth in response.
He knew you were close. He knew you were breaking under his hold but he wanted to push you further. It was only right considering what you had been doing to him all afternoon.
You thread your hands in his hair and pull on to it as he repeatedly hits your swollen walls. His face now rested in the cavity of your chest, smushed between your breasts. His strained grunts vibrated through your chest and hit a spot in your stomach, erupting butterflies.
He sucked on your right breast causing a shudder to run through your enveloped body. Your mouth hung open, the blinding pleasure taking your ability to make sounds away from you. Your wet walls clenched around Matt's thick cock.
"Oh, you're so wet for me, you're just my little fucktoy aren't you? I know you can cum for me one more time. Please sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let me taste you."
"Ah, Ma-aatt! Oh I- I am so- So close" your words were breathy and broken. You looked down at Matt's blissed out expression.
He was very close, too. He was ready to shatter under your soft grasp. But he wanted you to coat him in your juices before he released his inhibitions into you.
You were entranced in all the sounds you were evoking from Matt. His moans, his sobs, his grunts, his words broken by your passionate assault, the sloppy sound of your skin slapping against his. The greatest music composition would lower its head in shame to all the sounds he made.
Matt was in a trance himself. Your sweet smell mixed with his tart taste, your almost inaudible squeaks, your pleased hums, all your desperate, filthy noises flooded his senses.
Matt’s coordinated and reckless pounding stuttered as beams of bliss lighted him from the inside.
“I- I’m gon- gonna cum. Sweetheart, I- oh God I want to fill you up. Can I?” Matt’s restrained voice, and breathless grunts pushed you closer to your edge.
“Yes! Please, Matthew!” you shrieked as you felt Matt twitch inside your compressing walls. Your nails clawed into his shirt covered shoulders making Matt hiss in pain.
“Please, counsellor, cum for me! Cum inside me!”
You screamed blissfully as your juice flushed out onto his cock buried deep in you. Matt let go of all his restraints as he bucked his hips a few times and released his salty essence into your velvety walls.
You both stayed glued together trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs.
Matt buried his face as he released puffs of hot air on your neck and you rested your head on his trying to sober up from the endorphin rush.
“I think I should pay more visits during lunch breaks” you said, still breathless from your acts of passion.
“Yeah, you should” Matt chuckled and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear.
He placed you down, steadying you in his arms as your legs wobbled.
“Lift your leg” Matt said, taking your panties from his pocket and pulling them up. He halted mid thigh and ran a single finger along the length, gathering his cum dripping out of your pussy. He stood up and without needing any instructions you opened your mouth and sucked his finger clean.
“Such a good girl. My good girl.” He said as he pecked your lips. You shivered as he spoke and reached down to pull your panties up.
You both cleaned yourself up and Matt cleaned his office while you went on to wash your face in the kitchenette.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Matt stood by the door with his cane in one hand and your bag in the another.
“Mhmm” you hummed taking your bag from him and looped your hand in his arm.
“Now, we must hurry.” Matt sounded impatient.
“Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”
“Oh no, it’s not. I’m not done with you yet.” Matt kissed the corner of your lips and walked by your side with a cheeky grin.
A shy smile crept up your lips as you shook your head. His poor neighbours were going to complain tomorrow morning.
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Okay, yes, I adore the Christmas fluff… but where are the men wrapped in Christmas lights and bows, stacked with family issues, so they rely on you to make them forget how shitty their parents are? Where are the dommy mommies making me serve them in a maid outfit? WHERE?!
(I know Christmas is over, I'm dumb, not stupid)
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Total Eclipse Of The Heart | Matt Murdock
Matt Murdock x Vampire!reader (f!reader)
Part 1 // Part 2 (currently here) // Part 3 (coming soon)
PART TWO - Humans are dying at the hands of her species and she has to do something about it, but how can she when the object of her attraction just so happens to stumble into her path over and over again, as if he's just as addicted to her as she is to him?
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Very explicit sexual language, dubious consent (inappropriate touching, dirty talk), blood, vampires, death, bad humor, plot, religious imagery (?), submissive Matt Murdock, Dom!Reader, DARK FANTASY (dead dove do not eat), really, this is absolutely filthy dark, AND not proof-read
A/n: This is so dark, holy shit… Here’s the second part! I hope you’re not mad at me that I left you waiting. 2023 already feels so weird I don’t know why, but I’ve finally finished this chapter and I’m getting to work on the third one as we speak. The smut is coming soon, I promise. Until then, I’m just going to get you all worked up :)
DARK CONTENT UNDER HERE, 18+ ONLY!
Ever since the beginning of time, humans have felt threatened by their fellow species. The goal is self-preservation rather than preserving the world around them. At the same time though, there has never been another species so hell-bent on destroying their habitat than the human race.
She watched the seasons come and go. Where one life ended, another started. Humans were fast to reproduce, she realized, but they were also just as fast to die. Sickness and injury are the biggest threats to the human body. You could be okay one second, then on your deathbed the next. While the female body could withstand the terrible strain of childbirth, it stands no chance against cancer. You could bleed out in seconds if the right vein is nicked, and if you fall the wrong way, a broken neck will either kill you instantly or leave you dependent on machines for the rest of your life.
While humans are considered the most sophisticated species since the beginning of time, they are all collectively fragile.
The last time she was actively human, she didn’t even have a quarter of the knowledge at hand that she gained later in life. Times have changed since then. The world grew into something new, something modern, and the human race evolved with it.
They’ve never had many nice words to say about her kind, so it came naturally to be terrified of a species that was more than willing to eradicate her own.
Sure, killing and blood-sucking isn’t something that goes over well with a crowd, but she often emphasized that they weren’t all cold-blooded murderers. Not all vampires were the same, and the lore often got it wrong.
Cold, they were, but only temperature-wise. Her half of the litter, anyway. And they were murderers too, else they wouldn’t have survived this long. Drinking blood to survive was a curse she wished upon no one. It naturally made her species reborn killers; they had to take a life to sustain their own, and since death and starvation weren’t in the cards without a stake through the heart, they had to follow their most primal instincts.
She tried to refrain from murder like a good citizen, and it worked, most of the time. There are other ways to get blood that doesn’t involve murdering an innocent. In Hell’s Kitchen, she could easily roll open a map and point to a random place, and she surely would have found criminals deserving of punishment.
But there were also humans who didn’t fear her species, those who were willing to give to the cause voluntarily. They liked to call themselves blood-submissive as if it were a sexual practice on its own – the sex was a nice byproduct, and some of those people were born to be whores, but making it a new trend was something she wished would never happen.
Though she was well aware of the subculture around humans fetishizing vampires, who were all more than ready to give their blood. Humans are so susceptible to overstimulation, especially through strange forces, even the smallest taste of a vampire’s blood could get them high enough up the precipice to push them into an orgasm.
That was the one thing that enticed her the most; the human anatomy, and how responsive they were to stimuli. She knew all about it, and yet she found herself surprised again and again whenever she lay with someone new.
That evening though, she woke up with a heavy feeling in her stomach. One that wouldn’t go away.
She entered the kitchen of her shared home to find a stranger sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. Two very obvious holes adorned the young man’s neck. He didn’t look terrified when he saw her, only overly tired and perhaps a little drained.
She sighed heavily, moving to get herself a drink from the fridge. Not that she had one already sitting there, but he wasn’t hers to take. He had already been labeled with two very sharp fangs that could only belong to one person.
“Eli, you left your dinner in the kitchen!” her voice bounced off the high walls, doing black flips until it finally made the human twitch. “No offense,” she said. “I’m just not a fan of waking up to blood banks sitting at my kitchen counter.”
He opened his mouth, but no words would come out.
She grinned. With her mug in hand, she returned to ask the boy, “Coffee?”
He declined.
“Well, you can’t say I haven’t tried to be hospitable with you.”
Just in time, Eli came around the corner wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. She rolled her eyes. It was one of those guests.
She met Eli somewhere around 1800 when she spent some time in the deserts of Egypt. He was only a couple of days old then, bitten by a passing vampire with no regard for human life. Eli was lucky to have survived, but with no one to teach him, he went rogue and slaughtered his entire village in a hungry haze. When he came to, the life he once knew had been destroyed beyond repair.
She saved him. Initially, she planned to just pass through, but the word about a vampire on the loose traveled fast, even back then, and so she found herself in Eli’s village soon after, convincing him to join her. She saved his life and therefore, he felt as if he owed her. They never left each other's side again.
Though sometimes, Eli was particularly hard to live with. He was almost like an unruly child, and he left his food lying out most of the time – he tended to forget that wasn’t the only hungry one in the household.
“Would you stop calling every human I bring home a blood bank?” he said.
“If you stop letting them stay for breakfast,” she retorted.
He met her bitter smile with a sour one of his own. “Not everyone feels the need to submit to you as Talon does.”
“Maybe I should make that a rule then. I mean, I am the head of this coven, after all. The least you can do is give me some respect.” She eyed the young man still sitting at the counter, completely hypnotized by the shirtless man prancing around the kitchen. “And your blood whores, too, before you start giving them a sexually transmitted human disease. Or turn them into one of us.”
He scoffed. She patted his shoulder as she passed by him, taking the chance to whisper into his ear, “Would be a shame if I had to drive a stake through one of them when all they signed up for was just a little fun.”
She couldn’t help herself. On her way out, she passed by the helpless human, pulling his head back by the hair to reveal his deliciously long neck, and she dipped her nose to take him in. The blood running through his veins smelled beyond divine. Sweet temptation. She wanted to bury her teeth in his soft skin and suck until he was empty. “Ah, delicious,” she said. “Youngblood, untainted, pure. Excellent pick. I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells.”
The tips of her sharp fangs scratched at his neck, and she had to force herself to pull away before she could make the mistake of taking Eli’s food off his plate.
“Get him out of here,” she told him. “Before I make you bathe in holy water for the rest of the week.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
The respect issue was a problem she had to deal with. She wasn’t someone to play around, with except for the bedroom. She was nothing if not playful there, with someone writhing underneath her and begging for the mercy of pleasure, and they would always get what they wanted and deserved. She was considerate like that. But her lovers also never struggled to pay her respect. That seemed to be a family problem only.
Perhaps she had to assert more dominance over them too, even if it was just for kicks. They would learn soon enough. It wasn’t exactly easy to be a leader, after all. That was common knowledge even amongst the undead.
The vibrations of the phone in her pocket caused her to look up. She checked the text – a piece of technology she was quite fond of, the cell phone – and if she hadn’t been pale enough already, she surely would have turned white as a sheet right about now.
“What happened?” she asked as she entered the main room.
Talon nodded his head. “I just got word from my source at the police station,” he told her.
“And?”
“There’s been several suspicious murders in Hell’s Kitchen in the past week.”
“If I wanted a broken record player, I would have gone into the attic. Spit your words out now, Talon, or I will cut out your tongue.”
He flinched, remaining in his position with his head bowed downward. He couldn’t look into her almost blacked-out eyes and be met with disappointment.
“The victims have been drained of most of their blood, but the injection sites are sloppy, so a lot of the blood got wasted and spilled around the corpses,” he said.
“That’s… graphic.” She rolled her eyes. Chaos only compelled distraction. “But not at all the details I need,” she said.
“Yes, I was just getting to the important part. There’s security footage that shows a foreign party escaping from the site of the murder, and the same person is shown a couple of days later attacking the third victim in a blood-thirsty rage.”
The scenery sounded all too familiar. She tilted her head, intrigued by his report, and moved forward. “What exactly are they saying?”
“The police are blaming it on a new drug epidemic that has the users acting out to the point they would cause a blood bath. The drug supposedly triggers hallucinations that make them unaware of their surroundings and crave violence.”
“You mean blood. The drug is making them crave blood.”
“That’s what they’re thinking, but it’s not in the official report.”
“Yeah because that drug is called vampirism and that’s not exactly an epidemic that should be happening,” she said.
Talon nodded. “Police are issuing a warning,” he told her, “without knowing what they’re warning from. It’s just a couple of kids overdosing and bleeding out in the most ghastly of ways. They’re saying it’s drugs because they don’t understand.”
She grew more and more agitated with every word that slipped past his lips. The pedestal that kept her above the man made her seem much taller than she actually was. She paced the floor. It gave her a sense of superiority that she fought very hard to receive. Her status surpassed those of the people around her. She was older and wiser and perhaps slightly more sophisticated. Her moves were calculated yet often brutal because she learned that you get nothing in life if you’re not willing to spill a little blood, literally and figuratively. To have something or someone threaten her precious freedom like that was an obvious call for action
She halted her movements when he went quiet. “Do they have proof?” she questioned as if she expected him to tell her himself.
“No,” Talon said.
“Good. Call a meeting. I need to know who did this. And make sure no one knows beforehand. The last thing I need right now is a fucking vampire uproar.”
“What, you suspect it was one of us?” He had a doubting frown resting on his pale face.
“While I have faith that you can keep your fangs in your jaw, I need to make sure I’m not misplacing that faith,” she stated. “If I’m wrong in my suspicions, that is good for you. If I’m right and one of you idiots is behind this, I will drive you to hell myself.”
“If you want to have my opinion…”
She smirked, “I really don’t.”
“But if I may?”
“You may not.” Stepping down from the pedestal, she eyed him. “Call the meeting,” she ordered. “In the meantime, I’m going to get myself a bottle of Scotch to drown my sorrows, and then I’m going to steal from the police.”
Talon yelled after her, “Do you need any help, boss?”
“Yes. You can help yourself to stop crawling up my ass! That would help me a lot, actually. Don’t get me wrong,” she said, “I like my men submissive, but your behavior is just getting pathetic now. I’m your boss, not your mother. She’s dead. Deal with it.”
It wasn’t the first time she broke into the police station in Hell’s Kitchen. Crime rates exploded at night, which meant a higher police presence in the building, but at the same time, the cells overflowed with the many criminals they caught. They were always drowning in paperwork, and the crime never seemed to take an end.
She waited until the commotion in the bullpen caused the officer at the front desk to jump from his seat and escalate the situation. She sped toward the file cabinet, retrieved what she needed, and disappeared just as fast as she had come.
The officer looked up to find nothing but a strong breeze knocking the documents off his desk. He frowned, choosing to ignore it as the man underneath him writhed against the handcuffs.
Talon said a lot yet nothing at all. She eyed the pictures in the moonlight, the dead eyes staring straight into the security cameras, the man’s body covered in blood as he left a trail of bodies along the Hudson’s riverbed. He downplayed it. This was bad, a monster out of control, someone who shouldn’t even have existed in the first place and yet somehow came to life. There were clear rules. Those rules had been broken in more than one place, shattered on the ground, and then walked over with utmost disrespect.
And he wasn’t the only one. Every murder was accompanied by one of the herds escaping, later appearing on the scene of another crime. To the untrained eye, it appeared as if these kids were high and just playing around. The blood around the bodies was significant, so the ordinary human might sort it as an overdose after all. An accident. Though none of the things she saw were accidental.
They killed without a care, without remorse, and at the rate they were going, she was sure they wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
It wasn’t the first time she had to run against the clock, but it had been a while since she was tossed into such a situation where she had to choose between peace and her most primal nature. She had to appeal to her common sense. She knew better than to let them continue this.
Humans aren’t stupid but often underestimated. At this rate, if they kept going, war seemed inevitable.
These strangers were hunting on her turf and they turned everything upside down. She wasn’t having it. She had to do something.
The wind came from the far east and blew through the streets. Many different smells lay in the air that night, but the most prominent hit her nose at the front step of the precinct.
She tilted her head. She could sense him clearly now. He still smelled the same, his blood a bittersweet taste on her tongue, and she craved more. His heartbeat filled her ears, an elevated sound. She searched for him in the night until the sound of his scruffy, careful voice caught in her ears.
He stood on the fire escape of the precinct’s second floor. The metal creaked. A door fell shut. He wasn’t alone.
“Look, man, I’d be happy to help you, especially because we are way in over our heads with this case, but I told you,” the second voice said, “The file is gone.”
She stared down at the brown folder in her hands.
“What do you mean gone?” he asked, finally, and her eyes rolled back at the mere sound of him.
He was everywhere, so goddamn overwhelming, all she wanted was to pull him off that fire escape, into the alley, and turn him into a helpless mess until he was begging her for mercy with tears in his eyes – she could only imagine the soft color behind the red glasses. Were they brown, green, or perhaps even blue? They surely would turn black with lust and then gloss over with exhaustion from the sheer overstimulation when she was done with him. Though she would only stop when the color of his eyes would disappear behind his eyelids as he slipped into a state of unconsciousness, the pleasure causing his mortal body to shut down and submit even more to the power she wielded.
“Apparently, someone took it.”
“Since when do people steal files from a police station, Sergeant?”
The man shrugged. “It’s not the first time,” he said. “Happens more often than you might think.”
“What now?” her nameless stranger asked.
She could only imagine his mouth moving in sync with his gravelly voice, the movement of his Adam’s Apple in his throat as he swallowed, and the way his hands balled to fists at his sides, the beautiful veins protruding and his knuckles turning white. She wondered how those hands would feel somewhere other than a cane or a metal rod. How they would look tracing not the brim of glass but rather a different opening. Playing with wetness until his hands were coated in it the same way he played with the condensation on the glass of his drink.
“Sergeant, if you want me to help you, I need more than a whim to go on. Do you have anything you could give me?”
“Look, I can’t help you,” the Sergeant said, “but if I did know something, I would suggest scouting out the docks. Ground zero seems to be close to the docks, but I’ve also got word that the rest of Manhattan might be involved too, so I’d be careful if I were you.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, whatever. We have heightened police presence there since the first suspected overdose, consider that before you make any wrong moves.”
That stopped him. “Suspected?” he questioned.
He was a smart one. Her lip curled into a distant smirk.
“I’m not saying it’s not an overdose, I’m just saying they’re too suspicious to be instantly ruled as such. It’s my opinion, not the official statement, and everyone else here at the station and even the DA’s office agree with the drug epidemic explanation. But I’m not sure it’s right to assume that, not yet, not without evidence,” he said. “We judge people way too quickly these days.”
The stranger chuckled again, his voice darker than when she met him, but the darkness he displayed was something she thoroughly enjoyed. It was enticing, eliciting an excitement she hadn’t felt in quite a while.
“Are you talking about me?” he asked sheepishly, and she imagined him smirking. He seemed more confident in that alley, fully in his element, not at all as submissive as he had been around her.
She wondered if there were two sides to that man whose name she still hadn’t figured out.
The Sargeant scoffed, opening the door back into the precinct. Hot air met the cold one outside, causing the air to condensate. She could feel it even from a distance, the changes in temperature, the warmth that felt more wrong than it felt right.
“Just be careful,” he told him.
The fire escape squeaked and the sound of his boots disappearing into the distance had her frowning. Blind men don’t jump rooftops and they don’t do parkour. There was more to him than she first suspected. He wasn’t the innocent man he made himself out to be. He had dark secrets that went way below the surface. Her curiosity was spiked. She needed to see him again and she needed to have him now.
She held the file in the air, watching as the edges started to crinkle and the fire spread from her fingertips, infecting the paper. The folder lit up, filling the night with yellow flames and the ashes of the several documents gone with the wind.
When the paper fully dissolved, she closed her fist and the last remaining flame vanished.
As the mysterious stranger made his way over the rooftops of the city, she turned in the opposite direction. Her first instinct was to follow, but there was no fun in chasing him just yet. She wanted to play some before she did that and wanted him to know more about her before she completely destroyed and corrupted him. His beautiful soul would only remain a faint memory.
The doors into the old, abandoned church swung open. The benches were occupied with exactly five people, two of them Eli and Talon, and the rest of what she liked to call her family, but historians would have called them a coven. An assembled group of vampires qualified as such, as did more than one witch sharing the same ideologies and sharing the same living space. That’s what the two species have in common - they are both widely hated by all kinds of religions except for Satanity.
Six vampires living in a church sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but the place had been abandoned years ago and there was no official owner, so it was run-down and, most importantly, they didn’t require an invitation to enter. So they made their home there, choosing Hell’s Kitchen as their turf and claiming it as their territory. That had been years ago and the small chapel grew significantly to feel like home since then.
“Cold-blooded murder,” she recited as she walked down the aisle, “Blood baths, two injection sites on the neck, suspicious behavior making humans thirsty for blood, and the police declared it a fucking drug epidemic!” she said. “What century are we living in, people? Is this the seventeenth or the eighteenth? Have we traveled back in time so that these words can be used in the same sentence again, right here in New York? What bad dream am I having right now, because it surely can’t be real?”
She reached the pedestal, stepping up in front of the altar.
“Seriously, what is happening?” she asked.
They all stared at her with wide, confused eyes. Those weren’t the faces of people who were about to cause a supernatural war of the undead. They were pretty much caught off guard by her accusations and that gave her hope, considering she knew them pretty well by now to know their tells when they were lying.
“Please tell me that it’s not one of you currently going on a rampage in Hell’s Kitchen, turning innocent teenagers into ruthless, blood-thirsty vampires, and breaking every rule that was set for us when it comes to hunting humans. Tell me none of you is going on a fucking murder spree!”
Her voice boomed off the high stone walls, almost cracking the colorful windows that adorned the church, pictures displaying passages of the bible and glowing bright red under the moonlight while others shone in blue and green. Though that night, red was truly prominent, and it fell right on her pale face, making everything appear dangerously dark about her.
One of the younger men raised his hand.
“William,” she called.
He stood up, clearing his throat, his hands tangled together in front of his body. He was the shy one, the one she had to pick up because he was starving himself due to his fear of what he had become after he was brutally turned by a woman he thought he could trust. It had been a very dark time back then, early twentieth century, and vampires in the States were still on the loose without a care in the world. There were no rules, only bloodshed, and the covens had body counts higher than the entire population.
“None of us is going on a murder spree,” he said.
“Are you saying that just because I want to hear you say it or do you actually mean what you just said?”
“I, um… you know what, I’m just gonna sit back down.”
“Wise choice.” She nodded. “So, William’s not a killer. What about the rest of you? Anyone trying to start a rebellion?”
Eli shrugged. His answer was obvious, “It’s not me.”
“I figured. You let your dinner stay for breakfast, and you know, you prefer blood whores. Gives you a sense of superiority, which of course, is not how this works. But anyway…”
The group burst out in laughter and Eli glared at her from across the room. “Very mature,” he said.
“I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” she said. “Now, anyone else wanna share?”
Another hand rose in the air. “I’m honestly just knitting,” the woman said. As a demonstration, she lifted the half-finished scarf - they didn’t even wear scarves - and threw the ball of wool in the air. “I tried my hand at a very complicated cardigan, but that project failed, so I’m just going back to my roots.”
“Thank you, Helen, but I never doubted you, not even for a second. You’re a total sweetheart.”
“It also wasn’t me,” Talon spoke up. “But you already knew that.”
“Yes, because you are too stupid to cause such mayhem,” she stated plainly. “That leaves only one…” she let her eyes roam over the pews until she found who she was looking for.
His head hung low. Was he… sleeping?
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Can someone please punch Adam in the face?”
Eli stabbed him with his finger. The man shot up, causing the bench to creak. “I’m awake!” he declared.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” she answered sourly. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
Adam looked around. All eyes were on him. He rubbed his very heavy eyes. “I zoned out after you said bloodbath.” At least his confession was honest.
She sighed. She was living with a bunch of idiots. She shouldn’t have suspected them. They weren’t capable of the monstrosities that she saw in the police file.
“Never mind,” she said in exasperation. “You’re all dismissed. Now please, fuck off. I need to be alone so I can fucking shoot myself.”
She wondered how they even managed to make it this far without getting caught.
“Talon.”
“Yes?” he replied.
“I need to get back out there. You’re in charge while I’m gone. Make sure that these idiots don’t kill themselves or each other.”
“Are you sure that is such a good idea? Going out there, I mean? We don’t know what we’re dealing with,” he said.
“No,” she stated after a slight moment of hesitation, “but I’m the only competent one in this house, so I have to step up.”
Her version of stepping up was simple. Scout the docks, stake out if necessary, and confront anything she deemed suspicious enough to risk getting caught. She hoped to run into one of the young vampires, at least, so she could make them answer her – the young ones were never bright, always controlled by hunger and the new intensity of their emotions. The anger was the most brutal one.
It’s like that even for humans – anger blinds, anger poisons, and anger can tear worlds apart and start new generations built on the same ideals. She witnessed anger and greed topple empires that had once been strong and flourished. There is no limit to what anger can make a person do. And vampires, like any other enhanced species, experience most emotions ten times deeper and worse than the ordinary human being.
She felt that effect even after years of being trapped in the same body, in the same state she was left in back then, and especially as she stood on the roof of the warehouse by the docks, overseeing the Hudson and the city that laid on the other side of the shore. She learned how to control and live with her anger. She learned how to survive. Though there were moments when even the highest form of self-control failed and she was stranded with the blade of a hot knife stuck in her sternum, digging further to tear apart her cold, dead heart.
The hunger was the worst part. It had the ability to cloud her mind completely and dictate her every behavior with the purpose to stave that hunger, which was a near-impossibility. There was no satisfying a hunger that had been there for centuries, that not even pints of blood could satisfy. In the years she lived, she learned how to live with it, but always going hungry was also no real way to live. It was awful, constant torture, and with every passing century, she grew more tired of the life she was forced to live.
In the distance, the wood creaked. One of the boats on the harbor displayed movements in its belly. The light only faintly fell on the source of the noise. A figure emerged behind the barrels stocked on the pier, heading straight for the oblivious fisherman who seemed to have stayed around to have a celebratory beer after bringing home quite a large catch of fish. She could smell them across the docks, already tied in bags to take home, but the victor was still inhabiting his boat. Humans have always been particularly obsessed with the art of fishing; it had once been their largest source of food income and fish is still pretty high up on the list of shippable goods. Though there was nothing worse to her nose than the smell of several fish perched together in one place. The stench was astronomical.
A young vampire was far more sensitive, though once hungry, there was nothing but blood on their minds and so none of them would run at the smallest hint of fish in the air, let alone the fear of getting caught. They didn’t have that kind of perception, not yet at least, because this particular behavior was taught. Primal nature dictated them to be monsters and without the proper training, the hunger would control them instead of them gaining control over the real monster – the insatiable thirst. Self-control is one of the hardest traits to gain, but it goes a long way, especially for creatures of the night who were born to be the opposite of compliant and self-aware.
If you want to live amongst an emancipated species, you have to learn how to conform to their rules and compromise, if necessary. You have to be willing to change your true nature to fit in and become something more than what history made of you. All of it comes back down to self-control. Without self-control, there can be no rules and without rules, society is doomed to collapse. Rules are what make a society habitable.
If there was one thing all young vampires had in common it was their lack of stealth. The young boy she had heard lurking behind the barrels across from the fisherman’s boat only checked the corner to his right, his eyes bright red as the moonlight fell on his blacked-out irises.
She cocked her head to the side. Someone trying to preserve themselves would have gone about this much differently. He stopped tip-toeing when he caught her scent in the air, slowly turning in her direction, and the way he looked straight at her reminded her of a frightened deer or a child caught in the act of stealing something. He was stealing, it just wasn’t something so easily explained. What he was stealing and risking went beyond what the human mind was capable of comprehending, let alone the brain of a young vampire that had absolutely no rational thoughts left behind.
He froze dead in his tracks and she sighed, almost like a condescending mother trying to teach her disobedient son a valuable lesson.
“I see what you’re doing,” she stated.
The boy licked his lips, revealing parts of his very sharp fangs. Another thing about the young ones – they didn’t know how to mask. One look at them and your first thought would be a vampire. Red eyes, protruding veins around the sockets, pale, clammy skin, and strength and speed they couldn’t control yet. Stealth was little to non existent, as was their sense of self-preservation and control. They were like unruly babies turning into toddlers overnight, the Devil on their shoulders whispering sweet sins into their ears and causing them to make the worst decisions. Right or wrong didn’t exist in their world. They knew what they wanted and they would try everything to get it, rules be damned.
Even though they all started out like this, not many chose to stay that way anymore. Once you learn how to live by the rules, it’s not that hard, and she grew to love the routine.
Without someone to teach them, young vampires could turn into everyone’s worst nightmare, and then everything she had worked so hard toward for centuries would have been for nothing.
“Fair warning,” she said, “Don’t.”
He bared his teeth.
“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots. Not. What’s your name, kid?”
He looked no day over seventeen, at best. His mother was probably worried sick. Little did she know that her worst fear, her son dying, had come true but in a far worse sense than she could ever imagine. Who he was now had nothing to do with the boy he used to be. The young vampire staring back into her eyes dark and empty had nothing left inside of him but insatiable hunger. His soul was clouded by the demon inside of him and chances were that it would never fully recover from the monstrosities he committed and would still commit.
She couldn’t stop him, she knew that. If she took him with her, whoever was responsible for the sudden spike in bloodless corpses would only create more of him, and take more teenagers from their parents until they got what they wanted. She needed to know what that was so she could stop the war that was looming on the horizon. She couldn’t have an apocalypse, not when her life was going semi-normal for a change. She quite liked New York, she wasn’t done yet.
“Who did this to you?” she asked again.
“Leave,” he growled.
“You see, I can’t do that. I want to, believe me, but I can’t. You’re too young, too inexperienced, so I’m trying to tell you this as easy as possible. What you’re doing right now is breaking all sorts of rules. You’re hunting on our turf,” she said. “My turf. My coven and I live here now. If you continue causing mayhem and destruction and turning innocent people into vampires, you’re breaking a truce that is far older than you, your parents, and great-great grandparents together. There is a set of rules for a reason…”
“You need to leave,” the boy repeated.
She ignored him. “This truce,” she continued, “was put in place over a century ago to assure that vampires and humans can live together in peace. Covens are not supposed to turn innocent people into vampires, let alone leave them without someone to teach them the ropes. A vampire out of control poses a danger to all species and if you continue what you’re doing, your actions will lead to war.” Her eyes narrowed. “Or perhaps that’s what you want. Is that it? Do you want us to be at war again?”
He smirked.
“You weren’t there the last time. It was ugly. That’s why there are rules, right?” She motioned as if explaining the way the world worked to a toddler. “To prevent such unnecessary bloodshed from happening again. To prevent us from killing each other,” she explained. “That’s what those rules are for, okay? Prevention, not causation. You’re supposed to stick to the rules to prevent a war that would destroy more than it would fix, and world domination doesn’t happen just because you say ‘fuck it!’ And shine a dangerous light on all vampires in the process. We’re not all alike. Every coven knows that,” she said. “Whoever made you is only using you to get ahead. In other words, you’re fucked and doomed to get slaughtered in the end. Either by your own kind, a war, or maybe even one of the very ancient vampire hunters that are only waiting for a chance to get back at us.”
Talking to him was futile. He didn’t follow a word she said and even if he had, he wouldn’t have understood. Young vampires were so stupid, naïve, useless and a nuisance. To think they all started out this way grossed her out, even though she made saving the lost causes of the world her life’s work.
Her logic was twisted and more often than not illogical, but she was wise and considered herself above average in intelligence, simply because she had been around for quite a while. She saw empires rise and fall. She stared into the darkest pits of existence and still managed to come back from the abyss. Her life had been a series of doors in her face, which led to several life lessons being taught over the course of centuries. She was no angel, but she wasn’t stupid and she had one job: make sure the truce would remain intact. And she would do just that, even if she had to eliminate that young boy in order to do so.
He didn’t say anything for quite a while. “Get out of my way,” he growled. Of course, he would settle on something as dramatically pathetic as this catchphrase. “I’m starving and I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you keep me from my meal.”
“Ouch,” she cocked an eyebrow, “You really bruise my ego, thinking you can get through me without getting hurt yourself. I’d suggest you think about your actions,” she said, “but I know that I’m practically talking to a wall right now, so thinking isn’t an option. You’re incapable of rational thought.”
Fear was the last thing that came to her mind when he showed off his teeth again.
“Listen, I just want to know who’s behind this. Who’s leading your coven, kid?”
“Fuck you!” he spat.
“Hey now, no need to get vulgar. I asked you a normal question. Who’s behind this and is there a chance I might get to have a conversation with the one in charge? Tell me and I will gladly point you in the direction of a different hunting ground,” she said.
The boy nodded toward the boat. “I want that one. He’s mine. Don’t even try to stop me.”
“Yeah, but you can’t have him.”
“I’m going to have him.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Stop disagreeing with everything I’m saying!”
She shrugged. “Can’t help that you’re wrong all the time. I’ve never learned how to shut up. It’s genetic; centuries of untreated trauma are at fault here, and of course, your general wrongness plays a big part in my need to disagree with your embarrassing hypotheticals.”
“Go to hell!”
“Already did. You know, of course, pride always goes before the fall. Such a human trait to have; multiply it by a thousand, where does that leave you? Certainly not more sophisticated than me, someone with hundreds of years of experience. You need to be careful, young vampires like you are at an even higher risk to be discovered and murdered before you even get the chance to learn what you were given with this transition.”
Finally, he launched at her. She sped away, gone in a matter of a second, and appeared a few feet behind him, heaving a heavy sigh. “You kids are all the same,” she declared, looking into his very distraught eyes. He couldn’t believe she had switched that fast. “Fast but reckless and extremely easy to trick.”
A moment later, he stood in her spot and she was gone again, crossing her arms behind her back.
“You done?” she asked. His attempts to attack her only made her laugh, “Oh, so terrifying.”
She had him right where she wanted him, so agitated that he spiraled out of control, no longer aware of where he was going or what he was doing. She watched him dance for a bit. By now, he surely must have realized he wasn’t going to win. But the pride was stronger and he kept going, trying to get to her in all kinds of ways, though never succeeding.
“I feel bad for you. What would your mother say if she saw you like this?”
He stopped. His left eye twitched. She saw the wheels on his head turning and she thought, finally, I got him.
What did she say? Pride goes before the fall.
She caught the billy club that soared through the air in their direction only a few inches from the boy’s face. Her lips pursed and she stared at the red object, feeling the heavy metal between her fingers and the small ripples in the material.
When she turned her attention back to the target, the boy was gone. He had sped away, using the moment of distraction to run. She couldn’t sense him anywhere; he must have escaped the docks completely, not even staying close to the Hudson. He was on his way home. The fisherman was safe and she had diverted quite the disaster, but she still deemed the interruption rude, including the attempt to impale that poor boy with the billy club. She had thought about it, but she would have never gone through with it. Whoever the weapon belonged to had to have been close by.
Her night just kept getting better and better. That was her assessment, at least, until she heard his heartbeat again. The scent of him brushed the hairs in her nose and she took a whiff, feeling his presence so close in the air, she stopped to let the sensation wash over her. The fire inside of her belly ignited once again, the excitement tickling her cold skin and leaving nothing but lust and hunger to rummage through her veins.
Footsteps thudded against the asphalt, stones crunching under his weight. They were slightly wet from the previous rain, causing a slight slip.
She lowered her hand with the billy club, turning to look over her shoulder at the supposed blind man in a suit. She had seen that get-up before in the papers when he first showed his masked face in Hell’s Kitchen. She never thought much of it since he had never posed a problem before.
The tables had officially turned.
Her lips parted to chuckle. “This is awkward,” she said. In the distance, the waves of the Hudson crashed into the riverbanks. It was colder than usual with a breeze in her hair that caused the water to go wild.
She fiddled with the red billy club, smirking, “Does this belong to you?”
“Who are you?” his voice sounded significantly lower than the night she first met him at that godforsaken gala.
To think she didn’t want to go in the first place; she would have never met him if she hadn’t let Talon convince her that she was supposed to show her face. A political move, he called it, to assert her dominance, which she did, but not in the areas that mattered.
“What are you doing in my city?”
She pouted. “So many questions.”
“Who was that boy you were just talking to? Where did he go?”
“What happened to hello, how are you? What’s your name?” She retorted. “Take a girl out for a drink first, would you? Back then men used to still be gentlemen.”
His chuckle was rather dark, a sound that made her shiver and imagine what it would sound like to reduce him to whimpers instead. The man was a brat, no doubt, not easy to force into submission, but she had cracked worse nuts. Surrendering wasn’t her forte, but she could make it everyone else’s.
“I’m not here to play games,” he told her.
“But I am,” she said.
“What do you want?”
“As far as I can recall, I made that pretty clear when we first met.”
“When we- I don’t know you,” he lied and she realized how bad he was at it for a lawyer.
She licked her lips, the fangs threatening to come out. She was starving. “I quite like an oblivious man. Makes things so much more exciting.”
“Listen, I don’t have time for small talk. There have been several suspicious murders around this part of New York and you’re currently my only connection, so you better talk before I make you.”
“Just out of curiosity,” she said, “what does making me entail?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
He headed straight ahead, determined to grab her, and she watched with an amused crinkle in her eyes. The downward tilt of his lips was truly something to laugh over.
She allowed him to push her against the wall behind them. His force was surprising – those arms didn’t just look scrumptious, they actually carried a lot of strength for a human.
The stranger bared his teeth and she smirked, eyeing his focused expression. He tried to look intimidating but failed miserably. One of his hands braced against the cement beside her head and the other landed around her neck, a threatening motion to assert dominance. They were all so predictable and foolish enough to think that a woman like her couldn’t fight back.
Everywhere she went, she was underestimated. If only everyone knew her true nature, they wouldn’t be so reckless as to push her into corners over and over again. Or in this case, against cement walls on the docks in the middle of the night, right in the middle of her hunting ground with not another human soul close enough to hear him scream. And water is knowingly a great way to dispose of a dead body.
He squeezed tighter and she unclenched her jaw, wriggling out of his grasp in the process. “You’re a kinky bastard, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Answer my question,” he bit back.
“If you answer mine first.”
“This isn’t a game. Lives are at stake here! Listen, I don’t know who you are or what you are,” he said, “but if I find out that you had anything to do with these innocent kids getting slaughtered or know something about this new drug everyone is talking about, I will find you and I will destroy you.”
“You know, if it weren’t for the way you smell, I wouldn’t have recognized you, all confident in your little devil’s costume,” she purred.
Her finger slid up the leather of his suit, brushing over his tensing abs hiding behind the protective gear and she sucked in a sharp breath at the illusion she received.
“All of this tension and I still don’t know your name.”
He caught her hand and pinned it over her head. She squealed. He was full of surprises, and it only turned her on more. She wanted to bite him, really bite him, and suck on his pulse until he was crying her name and praying for God to save him, but the pleasure would only drive him further to hell and God wouldn’t be coming. She wanted him to writhe under her touch, taste him and make him come undone over and over again and once he believed she was done with him, she would start her torture anew, right from the beginning, pushing him from the precipice just far enough so she could catch him, bring him back to the top and then do the same thing in repetition all over again.
He roamed her face aimlessly, as it seemed, but barely visible behind the mask. “How?” he growled.
“Wouldn’t you want to know?” She chuckled. “It’s unfortunate that we had to meet again like this, but…” In an instant, she had them flipped around, her arms pinning him to the wall instead of herself and her strength remained unmatched. He could struggle, it was of no use. She had the upper hand.
Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, far too close for comfort, “You smell absolutely divine. It’d be a shame to waste all that sweet, sweet blood for a second time,” she said.
He couldn’t move. Sharp nails raked through his hair and over his scalp, tugging his head to the side until his throat was completely bare to her, naked, exposed. His aorta pulsated wildly under his skin. She could see it bulge with every beat of his heart. That strong, masculine heart, stronger than anything she had heard or felt before.
She tasted the sweat on his skin and the salt of threatening tears in the air. If he was turned on or scared, she wasn’t sure. The lines between fear, pain, and pleasure blurred. It was all the same to her, anyway. Getting close to her would most certainly draw everyone under her spell at some point, no matter the sex or gender, and all the heads would continue turning to her whenever her presence entered a room full of lively human beings. Only then her pheromones could work their wonders.
The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen struggled against her grasp but to no avail. He was powerless, just how she liked him, how she wanted and craved him.
She licked a long stripe over his pulse point. “I want to taste you so badly,” she whispered. “I want nothing more than to dig my teeth into your pretty little throat and suck you dry, and then I want to get on my knees and eat your cum so I can feel it mix with the essence of what your heart has to give, and then you’d be mine. I’d own you. You’d be completely at my mercy, you’d be bound to me and it would feel so fucking good. It would feel so fucking good for the both of us.”
Her fangs began to scratch the surface, enough to make him feel it but not nearly enough to break the skin. She tasted the salt of his sweat even clearer now, wondering how much deeper she had to go to finally reach the source of the sweetness that surrounded him.
“Don’t you want that?” Her hand joined the words slipping from her silver tongue and wrapping around him like a poisonous snake. “Don’t you want to let me corrupt you, to bite you, to eat you until all you can feel is the pure pleasure of having me all over you? My lips, my tongue, my teeth, my body on yours everywhere, all the fucking time… oh, that would be such an orgasmic sight, and the pleasure you’d be feeling, I can’t even describe it. You won’t know until you at least try and believe me, you should. Isn’t that something you want, darling? Doesn’t your body crave to be caressed and receive undivided attention from someone who knows how to make you feel good?”
He sounded small, fragile, and utterly broken when he next spoke, and she hadn’t even started yet. “What are you doing to me?” he asked. The heat of his breath mixed with the cold night air. “What are you?”
She chuckled. “The better question is, what am I not?” The tip of her tongue moved from his neck to his cheek until she reached the corner of his luscious lips. Her nose dug into his cheekbone. “Fuck,” she said. “The things I want to do to you are far from innocent.”
But so fucking good.
Even with fear holding the reins to his body, he melted into her touch. He turned into a puddle of melted chocolate right at her feet. She could have asked anything of him, he would have done so just for the sake of pleasing her. But she wanted him to do it voluntarily not because the smell of her pheromones managed to drive any man into a state of co-dependency.
She wanted him to want her for the sake of wanting her. Like this, she would only compel him to do things he would never choose to do out of his own free will, and while the thought of having him right there on the docks was exciting and had her cunt squeezing around thin air, already wet and wanting, the only treacherous thing about her that was entirely defenseless and could be forced into submission with just a simple flick of the tongue over plump, rosy lips. He had her on the cloud of dangerous euphoria in seconds, already stumbling on the edge and about ready to slip, lose herself, and lose control only to have him, finally, in all the ways she pleased and all the ways that would make him feel good.
She could give him anything he had ever wanted, give him a time that not a single human could give him, and make him come undone inside and outside so many times, he would pass out from the pure pleasure. But he wouldn’t regret it. He would go out this as the winner, fucked out and blissful and perhaps a little addicted to the taste of her as well – she was sure she would be addicted to him as well. She almost already was, just from the scent of his blood and the way his body shivered at the slightest touch. He was so responsive, so human, yet stronger and more unique than anyone else could ever be. He was the one thing she wanted and she was ready to take it as soon as he wanted it, too.
She was used to taking what she wanted however she wanted and screwing the consequences, quite literally, but not with him. With him, the need bubbling up deep inside of her belly was different. It wasn’t just a hunger for blood or a hunger for sex and pleasurable violence, he caused much more than that within her already conflicted soul, and as enticing as that was, the connection confused her. There was a reason she didn’t let anyone close, using sex as a mere pastime activity to get the edge off – she couldn’t toy with him because chances were she would reduce his survival chances to zero.
Allowing a human like him close would only cause pain in the long run, and she’d been through enough of that for several lifetimes. And that wasn’t even an overstatement.
Her lips brushed over his momentarily before she forced herself to pull away, widening the distance between them.
The poor man slumped against the wall, his world rotating. He took it much better than most people, but the sweet taste of his fear in the air reminded her that he was just human, after all. A curious, enticing, and mysterious human, but a human being nonetheless.
Humans serve only one purpose for vampires like animals serve a purpose to humans – predators hunt their victims to feast, sustain themselves and survive. Humans are essentially animals and vampires used to be humans turned into hunters, predators, and dangerous perverts who craved blood to survive while at the same time using it for twisted, sexual purposes that had God locking the gates of heaven to anyone who even dared to fantasize about it. There is no ancestor ready to turn around in their grave because vampires were born from lust and hunger, and the first vampires had been carnal creatures as well, ready to go at it like animals without a single brain cell at their disposal.
Vampires weren’t like that anymore. Sex still played a huge role in their existence, but their main purpose was to fit in. They wanted a peaceful life. Taking everything they wanted was no longer possible, their chances were limited, but at least they didn’t have to fear imminent death anymore. Not ever since the truce was first established, anyway.
If those young vampires continued killing and turning innocent children without mercy, and their coven even supported their decisions, the peace would have been short-lived. She could already see it swindling with every passing second, though fear was not something she wanted to concern herself with, not yet. Her life had more important things to offer before she rang the warning bells on all the vampires she knew, therefore causing a certain commotion that would send the gravestones rolling. Not yet, she decided, but if they kept going at this rate, certainly very soon.
“Go,” she growled into the night. “Do yourself a favor and stay away from the Hudson until further notice. You can never know what blood-thirsty and murderous monsters might lurk in the dark around here,” she said.
He didn’t move.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said, his voice remaining steady.
She frowned. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, you don’t scare me. Manipulate me all you want, this isn’t the first time an otherwise scary woman fails to put me under her spell. But,” he smirked, “don’t take it personally. I’m sure you look pretty scary.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her eyes switching from their natural color to a glossy black. “You have no idea who you’re talking to, do you?”
The red nails adorning her fingers grew sharper and in size. If only he could have regained his eyesight, he surely would have changed his mind. Her skin turned even whiter, the bags under her eyes sinking deep into her skull, replaced instead by thick, purple veins that transported the venom from the core of her existence into them. She was chaos, an abomination, humanity’s biggest threat – not scary was a description she wouldn’t accept.
No matter how blind he was, he had to follow the natural order of things like everyone else. He was supposed to be afraid of her. If he couldn’t find it in himself to show her, all of her games would inevitably lose their fun factor. And her ego would suffer the most.
Open an ancient book about demons and a picture like that might stare back at you.
“It takes a lot more than dark magic to scare the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen,” he told her.
It was cute. Remarkable, really. She laughed at his attempt to make himself feel better, and partly because she was starting to grow upset with him.
“Somehow, being infuriated with you only makes you so much more attractive to me,” she said.
“You still don’t scare me.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Five seconds. The heartbeat of the fisherman rang loudly in her ear. She was starving, her last meal far too long in the past. He wriggled in her grasp, crying, begging for her to let him go, to have mercy on him and, “Oh, God, your face- what happened to your face? Are those- are those fangs? Please, I have a family!”
Her laugh reverberated in her chest. The man stiffened when she tore at his hair to position his head sideways, his neck in perfect reach for her mouth. She looked at the man in the suit before her, his jaw clenched, and he had his billy clubs at the ready. They weren't going to hurt her, he knew that. She would catch them with ease. He could only stand by and pretend he wasn’t scared even though he had never been more in sync with the feeling. They were a package deal when it came to her.
“Don’t worry,” she told the poor fisherman, “You’ll see your family again, and you won’t even have to remember a thing.”
Her mouth opened.
“Don’t,” Daredevil threatened – yes, it was a threat, not even a warning – from the other side of her, and she saw the conflict dance clearly over the revealed lower part of his face. “You don’t have to hurt him,” he said. “The man’s innocent.”
She shrugged. “I know.”
“He has a family.”
“I know. My ears are quite impeccable, can you believe that?”
“How about you think this through before you act? There’s a lot of ways you can go about spiting me, but pulling an innocent bystander into this is not fair. Come on, you said you wanted me, so take me.”
As lucrative as that sounded, she had a different plan.
She hummed, “No.”
“Why? Are you scared? Perhaps you’re not such a bad person after all. Is that it? You want me to be afraid of you, so you’re trying to hurt that man until I cave? Well, I won’t, but I’m offering myself to you instead of him, so don’t try so hard. Just take me. Take your shot.”
Oh, he sounded so amused – time to wipe that smirk off his beautiful face.
“Ancient advice,” she ignored everything else he had said, “Don’t be a martyr,” she said and her lips rained down on the fisherman’s throat in a fiery passion. “History hates martyrs.”
“No, history only consists of martyrs.”
“The official version. The truth lies much deeper than your little human brain could ever explore.”
Daredevil was right about one thing; the man was innocent. No matter how she turned it, there was nothing wrong with him, so death would have been unnecessary punishment.
She wasn’t going to kill him just to spite the man she craved to actually have a taste of. She was just going to take a sip, still a quarter of her hunger and then move on, heal the man’s wounds and make him forget this ever happened. He would be disoriented, but he would be fine.
Humans are the most susceptible to manipulation.
“Don’t be afraid,” she told the fisherman, “I’m just going to have a little taste of the forbidden fruit.”
Her teeth dug into his aorta and she sucked, tasting the blood that squirted into her mouth and all over her face in thick stripes. He tasted nothing like the feast standing right across from her, but it didn’t matter. Her mind shut off. The hunger moved to the forefront and at that moment, everything else stopped existing. It was just her and the life of this particular human in her hands, the taste of his blood exploding on her tongue and her stomach churning with the endless hunger that only got fueled with the small taste. She wanted more, needed it, but she knew better than to let the desperation overpower her.
Passed out and short of a few pints of blood, the fisherman fell to the ground. She licked her lips. He was everywhere, even stuck on her clothes and traces of him had gotten tangled in her hair. He was a bleeder, that much was sure, and if she hadn’t licked over his neck to seal the wound, he surely would have bled out.
Poor thing, but sentiment was useless in a case like this. He would make it. No use crying over a blood bag, she was taught. Humans lived to feed them. It was their purpose and she had no reason to feel bad for wanting to be full for a change, not go to bed hungry because she wouldn’t dare touch someone that wasn’t already in a plastic bag. She deserved this.
And Daredevil cowered in fear at the sounds he was met with. Her night had turned from a total shit show into the sight of victory.
She stepped forward and he flinched away, finally. “You wanted to know what I am. This is it!” she declared. “I’m the monster parents warn their children about and I’m the one thing every church fears because I happen to stand against everything religion stands for.”
“Dear God,” he breathed out.
“God can’t help me now,” she said. Her eyes moved to the sky, watching the stars disappear behind a thick cloud of smog and thousands of lights from the city center. “He stopped doing that the second I died. He’s dead to me now. He cannot be found. There is no God, there is only hunger and I’m probably the most merciful of them all, so I’d run if I were you. I’d run before another one of those demons God gave up on saving, jumps out of the dark and decides to suck the life from your pretty little body. I’d run,” she said, “because there is not a millisecond that goes by in which I do not want to tear your neck open and drink your blood while I also desperately want to suck your dick between my lips and do the same to those veins too, and the longer you stay the more my self-control starts to fade into the thin smoke that comes out of your mouth whenever you speak.”
He shivered and the color faded from his skin, blood pooling in his veins at twice the amount and the smell almost knocked her off her already hazy feet from the first course.
More, her body screamed, but she held back. She learned how to hold back. No one had to die tonight.
“Run now or I’m cutting this short, and then Hell’s Kitchen will no longer have a Daredevil to protect them from the likes of me. They won’t even get the chance to mourn because it’d be impossible for me to drop your body in the Hudson after getting a taste of your blood.”
He turned around, finally getting the hint to run. He jumped the wall up to the rooftop too gracefully for a blind man. She watched, her bloody lips moving into a smile.
“Fear is healthy,” he heard her loud and clear. “Don’t let your pride cloud that healthy feeling from manifesting. And find me,” she said, “when you’re ready to talk without underestimating me.”
By the time she looked back up, Daredevil was gone with the wind, but his scent still lingered long after he had left and she would take it to bed with her where the most unholy of things would happen to the sound of a name she didn’t even know.
She should have fucked him when she had the chance.
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