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vixenicks · 6 months
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muttmurdock · 3 months
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orangechickenpillow · 2 years
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Jessica Jones could do a whole comedy show on that gold suit
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toomanysubcultures · 5 months
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drawing a marvel character every day pt 12: jessica jones
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simpingforcreamsoda · 6 months
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Every fucking redditor and yt incel who said “Erm, who asked for the Echo show?” can suck. My. Fucking. Cock
My CHARLIE Cox…
TV-MA marvel. We’re Joe Back.
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ranaraeuchle · 6 months
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Reading Defenders.
No apologies.
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demigoddessqueens · 2 years
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I’m so glad I finally watched the Marvel Defenders series
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ohwowimlonley · 2 years
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DAY EIGHT
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Matt Murdock + somnophilia kink
[warnings - handjobs, unprotected penetrative sex, dom!matt, fem!reader, somnophilia]
[word count - 1383]
[kinktober list]
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“Matt,” you lamented, voice hoarse with sleep and quieter than usual. He didn’t stir, still as the dead as he slumbered. It doesn’t seem plausible for a man with such acute hearing to be so oblivious to your calls in sleep, “Matt, wake up,”
“Matt,” you lamented, voice hoarse with sleep and quieter than usual. He didn’t stir, still as the dead as he slumbered. It doesn’t seem plausible for a man with such acute hearing to be so oblivious to your calls in sleep, “Matt, wake up,”
“Matt,” you lamented, voice hoarse with sleep and quieter than usual. He didn’t stir, still as the dead as he slumbered. It doesn’t seem plausible for a man with such acute hearing to be so oblivious to your calls in sleep, “Matt, wake up,”
Still, he doesn’t shift. He makes no sign of waking, and you briefly wonder if he’s okay. You check him over; hands wandering up and down his back before carding through his hair. Your clean fingers prove that he’s not bleeding, so you deduce he must just be wiped out from a buildup of both fighting criminals on the streets and in the courtroom. Perhaps you should let him stay asleep, recuperate from the harrowing week, but that task seems impossible when his breath hits your exposed neck, teasing you through his unconscious invasion of space. He isn’t wearing a shirt - he never does when he sleeps - only a pair of black sweatpants you’d shrunk in the wash so they now hang precariously low on his full hips. You, however, are dressed in the opposite way: one of his sleek white button downs adorning your torso and should linger down to mid-thigh but has risen up to the very tops, flirting with the hem of your cotton underwear.
Unable to help yourself, you begin smoothing featherlight kisses to the crown of your boyfriend’s head, working your way from his temple to his throat and leaving small traces of your saliva in your wake. You’re usually unable to get Matt submissive enough for long enough to cover him in the affection he deserved; so you took the opportunity in stride and trailed your fingers up and down his spine, shifting in your place to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Matty, baby,” you nudged his cheek with your nose, coiling yourself tighter around him and pressing your barely clothed core against his bulging muscles. You’re a little too short to get low enough to push against his tented crotch and have your head high enough to breathe so you reach a hand down to grip at him. His appendage gives an excited kick at the contact, and you hum a little and tug on the knot to loosen the waistband. He lets out a breathy gasp as your nimble fingers grasp his bare cock, hips blindly stuttering into the constricting pressure of your palm against his velvet skin.
There’s a grumble against the shell of your ear; low and throaty with sleep so you pause - hand stilling in its track in fear of him waking too soon. You wait a beat, hold your breath. Once again, he relaxes in your embrace, allowing you to resume your soft strokes on him.
You press yourself harder against him, clit catching on the gutters between his abdominal muscles in hopes of relieving some of the built up pressure in your core. Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you wrap your legs around his waist as securely as possible from the compromising angle before using your momentum to swing Matt onto his back and you hovering over his hips - a miraculously graceful feat you’re grateful doesn’t end with your sight-lacking boyfriend tumbling to the floor and landing in a heap of broken bones and bruises.
In a matter of moments, you manage to swipe the blocking fabric of your panties to the side and shove the offending black cotton of Matt’s black sweats just low enough for his girthy erection to spring up against the expanse of his stomach. It’s a mystery as to how he’s still asleep, but you push the thought away in favour of positioning the tip of his cock at your gaping entrance. You duck your head down into the crook of his neck, peppering his sensitive skin with short pecks of your lips.
He stirs as you sink down, rolling his shoulders and shifting his head from one side to the other with clenched eyelids. You take a moment to adjust as you always have to; absorbing the unique sensation of your walls expanding to accommodate the length of your boyfriend’s cock combined with the brain-busting feel of your most sensitive button scraping against the short patch of hairs at the base of his prick.
“Matty wake up, want you to fuck me,” you panted against the dips in his collarbones, poking the brunt of your tongue against the porcelain skin and wetting it with your saliva. He made a sound, but remained under the entrapment of sleep. You grew frustrated, rising your hips and dropping them petulantly in the hopes of rousing him. There was a sniff, a groan; he was drifting in between consciousness and unconsciousness, so you furthered your sweet kisses into small, sucking bites.
“Mmph,” he grumbled, eyes flitting open and squinting as he processed what’s happening around him. Almost automatically, his hands fly up to grip at your waist, successfully halting your desperate movements, “hey baby, what’cha doing?”
“I woke up,” you pant, struggling against his tight grasp to gain any semblance of friction, “nd you were sleeping. Matty, you’re so pretty when you sleep,”
“I am?” He never fails to be cocky, even with the (albeit wonderful) surprise of waking up in such a manner; causing you to let out a frustrated huff in his general direction. You turn your head away, distract yourself with stretching your arm down to cup at his balls, roll them in your palm in hopes of getting his grip to falter on your hips, “ah-ah princess, tell me how pretty you think I am,”
You’re petulant, whining like a bitch in heat at the tragic loss of stimulation to your gummy walls. He tuts, unforgiving in his hold until you drop your jaw and finally give him the reply he wants, “you- you’re so, so fucking pretty, Matty, ‘nd you were so- so hard n’ pressin’ right up against me,”
Stunned by your admission, his grip falters and allows you to take full control, rising and dropping yourself on him, clenching down around him with every jab to your gspot and punctuating every roll of your hips with a gentle roll of his balls in your hand. The angle is awkward and your legs are tired, but you power through because you can feel the beginnings of something bubbling in the pits of your stomach and you really want to chase the feeling with all your might.
“Princess,” he gasps out, circling his arms around your waist and planting his feet on the mattress, giving himself the leverage he needs to fuck up into you, “you feel good, baby. You’re such a good girl, waking me up so well,”
“Baby,” you plead, going almost completely limp in his arms and allowing him to take full control over the pace. Somehow, he managed to free a hand to wander down, thumb escaping to flick at your already throbbing clit. It doesn’t take long before you’re rutting helplessly against him, pussy all but raining slick down his cock as you hurtle towards your high, “baby, m’gonna cum!”
“M’not gonna stop you, gorgeous,” he bumps his nose against yours, nudging until your lips brush his own before deepening the kiss, licking at the seam of your lips impatiently.
You can do nothing but squirm and clench as your high crashes over you in long, overwhelming waves. Matt isn’t far behind, spurred on by how tight you’d constricted around his prick. He holds you down, firm against the expanse of his pelvis as he gasped out his orgasm, head lolling back and hips jerking erratically; spewing out his release in thick ropes of cum.
“Next time you wake up first,” he pressed his forehead to your own, panting like a madman, “we’re gonna do that again,”
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soft-persephone · 5 months
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Why did they have those people fucking like that in those marvel Netflix shows?
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girlkisser13 · 4 days
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the defenders saga masterlist
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daredevil masterlist
iron fist masterlist
jessica jones masterlist
luke cage masterlist
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being a part of the defenders would include
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princessfishy · 1 year
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Madani is the hottest woman in the MCU and thats a fact. I love that she’s pretty and will bash ur brain in and get her dumb fuck bestie Frank to whoop ur ass.  I don’t usually do pin up drawings, but I’ll do some of Frank soon because I sexualize men and women equally 
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muttmurdock · 3 months
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houseforwhores · 2 years
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i just started watching the punisher, WHY ARE THERE NO DAVID LIEBERMAN STORIES. YALL TELLING ME YALL DONT LOVE A NERDY SHY GUY THATS HUNG LIKE A MOOSE, WHAT??
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for the love of god 😩
if i wrote for him would anyone read it-
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freck-water · 9 months
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My favorite part of "Defenders" is when Matt, Jessica, and Luke are at the police station and Matt goes "I have a plan" and the it cuts to alarms blaring.
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jakelcckley · 2 years
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ANOTHER DAY TO BE THANKFUL ON KNOWING THAT I LIVE IN A TIMELINE WHERE OSCAR ISAAC AND CHARLIE COX EXISTS
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