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Hi!! I’m glad to see you’re doing better now :]]]

Would I be able to request a poly romy x trans masc reader, I’m not sure how to describe it other than Chappel Roans ‘After Midnight’ specifically the lines; ‘I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend/girlfriend if you don’t mind’

I’m really sorry if that’s too vague ;-;

RAHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A FUN CONCEPT HELLO!! trust i will be working on this

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John Walker overstimulation fic mayhaps? 👀 i need him to overstim the reader real bad does anyone agree

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hey lol so i just saw ur john headcanon in which he likes cnc can u please write a fanfic about this subject, tysm 💕

mwah, here you go pookie

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John Walker x F!Reader - Agent’s Orders

Warnings: CNC, blood, breeding, just generally kinky stuff ig so be warned ✨

This was just a rambling one shot cause my ass was inspired by the anon who requested more CNC Walker 🙂‍↕️

It was no surprise to anyone when you and John started hooking up. They had seen the passing glances between you two, the way you both seemed to hate each other just a little too much. So when they heard the string of lewd noises coming from his room after missions they knew not to come knocking.

“John you prick you left me hanging there today.” You spat, pushing his shoulder, the look of annoyance on your face when he didn’t budge was quite amusing to him.

“No one told you to go left when you should’ve gone right.” Referring to the training mission they had you both doing today. He had left you to your own devices unexpectedly, leaving you completely open to attack.

“You should’ve communicated better, aren’t you supposed to be good at that with your military training?” You roll your eyes. What a dick.

“Look, doll, if you want to complain about something maybe look inwards first. You have some serious self reflection work cut out for you.”

“Say that to your wife and kid. Oh wait, that’s right, they left you.” You smirked. You watched his entire body tense up, the light leaving his eyes as his head tilts just slightly with a chuckle.

“What did you just fucking say to me?” He smiles, walking toward you, pinning you between his large frame and the wall behind. Shit shit shit.

Within a few seconds he had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy.

“I think you need to be taught some manners, hm? What do you think about that?” His free hand was grabbing something from his belt, a knife, one that’s blade was at least 5 inches in length. He dragged it across your skin ever so gently, pressing it’s tip under your chin enough to draw a small bead of blood.

“It was a joke I didn’t mean—“

“I don’t care what you meant, you need to be taught a lesson.” His knife followed a path down, down your throat past your chest, dragging against your pebbled nipples and finding purchase on your stomach.

“I’m gonna let you go and you’re gonna strip.” He commanded, letting go of his grip on your throat. You gasped for air, coughing and wheezing but not once heeding his orders.

He rolled his eyes, pressing the knife further into your skin.

“Do I have to do everything? Down on your knees, facing the wall.” You finally listened, getting down on all fours as he watched from behind.

“Good girl, now, I’m gonna show you what happens when you fuck with me.” He whispered in your ear, tearing the pants off your body. He chuckled when he saw that your panties were soaked, shaking his head.

“What am I gonna do with you? Horny at the thought of me taking what’s rightfully mine even when it’s a punishment…tsk tsk.” He sliced the underwear off, stuffing them in his pocket as a prize for later. It left you exposed, dripping between your thighs as he licked his lips. You hated that this turned you on, it shouldn’t be this hot that he was taking you when you were vulnerable, scared even.

“I’m gonna give you something to remember me by pretty baby, I’m gonna breed you till you can’t walk.” He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off just enough to release himself, hissing at the cold air.

He gave you no time to prepare, sliding in with ease until he filled you to the hilt.

“Shit. You’re so warm, I don’t know if I’m gonna last but I’ll make it count.” He pulled himself out, thrusting back in with enough force to knock you forward. You couldn’t see anything but stars as he started up a relentless pace, clawing at the floor to get away from the pain and pleasure of what was happening.

“Can’t get away from me darling, you’re stuck.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it back to keep you stable where he wanted you.

“John p-please, I can’t—“

“Can’t what? You’re giving me a fucking kid whether you like it or not. You’re gonna be my personal little breeding bitch.”

He had you right where he wanted you, and honestly you didn’t want to leave. Something about him was so enticing, the way he filled you up, stretched you out. Or maybe it was the fact he wanted so badly to give you a kid, make you round and swollen with his seed. Either way, he was fucking you dumb and your orgasm was creeping up on you second by second.

“I’m close, fuck, baby I’m close.”

“That’s not my name.” He growled.

He wasn’t gonna make you say it was he? Not when everyone in the building could hear through the paper thin walls.

“Say my fucking name.”

“Daddy, please I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?” You cried out, the coil deep within your core winding up until it couldn’t tighten anymore.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” He cooed. That was what did you in, euphoria spread through your body like electricity. Every movement he made felt like bliss while you rode out your high, and he followed suit not long after. You could feel him spilling out from inside of you, dripping along the hardwood floors of his bedroom and he came to a halt.

“C’mere.” He lifted you up into his arms after pulling out of you. His thumb caressing your cheek.

“Let’s get you cleaned off. I’ll run you a hot shower and maybe I’ll even join you.” He said with a wink.

“Jerk.”

“You love it.” He set you down outside the shower, your legs still jelly. He caught you and shook his head.

“Jeez, I really do have to do everything myself.”

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@ the anon asking about me elaborating on john walker liking cnc…i am 2 steps ahead of you, i’ll post as soon as its done 🫡

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NSFW Alphabet - John Walker

Warnings: NSFW content ahead as always, we don’t kink shame here ♥️

This man has taken over my brain, it’s just Bob and John 24/7 and I had to get this out for him because I have a hard time doing NSFW for Bob rn 😭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Good with aftercare, probably cleans you up and runs you a hot bath to make sure you're comfy and cozy afterwards.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite on you is your thighs. He loves a good thigh, thick and plump. He loves when they squeeze around his head or waist depending on what position you guys are in.

On himself he loves his baby blues. He gets anything he wants when he looks at you with 'em, and when he's mad they get the point across that you need punishing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cum marking. That man wants everyone to know that you're his and if that means cumming in you or on you he'll obliege.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps a pair of your underwear on his person when he's on missions, especially long ones. When he can get time alone he gets off into them and wipes his cum with them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a kid...you tell me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary or pile driver, its either simple or he needs to get inside of you then and there with no remorse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes sex seriously 99% of the time, sometimes there's room for cute little moments where you both giggle at something that happens but more often than not its serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed but not fully waxed. His happy trail makes you drool when his shirt gives you a sneak peek.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on the mood and atmosphere. If its at home its very sweet, gentle and romantic but if the two of you are out and about...he's a different breed of man. He's needy, sloppy, rough. He's almost animalstic with want.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It takes minimum three rounds before he's even breaking a sweat so he tends to give you a show when he knows you don't have a lot of energy in you to go for more than one round.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding

CNC

Daddy Kink

Vouyerism

Praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Preferrably at home but he’s not opposed to pulling you aside on a mission or when you’re out with friends.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You breathe in that man’s general vicinity and he’s fully hard and ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation, he’s not into it when it’s being received.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a certified munch, he likes when you give him head but man…he needs to give you pleasure before he even touches himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again, depends on his mood. He can swing either way and he’s good at what he does.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s a fan when he can’t have a full round with you but he’d much rather spend his time watching you come undone.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a risk taker at heart. No birth control? Eh, he knows what he’s getting into. People will hear? Not the first time they’d hear you screaming for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like mentioned earlier, he can go minimum of 3 rounds before his body even reacts to exhaustion.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself but he isn’t opposed to using them in bed. Though he may get a little self conscious that he isn’t enough for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a big tease when he has the time. He likes to tell you about all the dirty things he thinks about doing to you, or sneaking up behind you and kissing the back of your neck before walking away.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud but he loves to talk and grunt. “Let daddy make you feel good.” “That’s it my pretty baby.” “C’mere doll, let me see you.” He’s a yapper. Don’t let that fool you though, you take control and that man is whining, begging for release.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a switch but he’d never admit it, you just find out one day when you grab his throat while riding him and he immediately softens his demeanor and whines.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 in. soft, light beige with a pink tip. 8-9 hard, angry vein that goes up the underside, tip turns slightly more red. Thick as all hell.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

THE YEARN THIS MAN HAS FOR YOU IS CRAZED. He could be in your presence, you in nothing but days old pjs, messy hair and probably half asleep and that man would find you the sexiest human alive. His sex drive is at 100 all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all, in fact he’s usually wide awake afterwards making sure you’re safe and taken care of.

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Snippet of my Bob x reader fic 🤭

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i’ll probably close this poll early because i really want to upload the chapter ive been working on sooo get your votes in

take two on my poll, sorry guys!! pick a POV for this marvel fic im posting

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take two on my poll, sorry guys!! pick a POV for this marvel fic im posting

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im alive!! ive been very busy with life and work obviously and ive neglected this blog and all of my writing and i fervently apologize. ive been working on some stuff behind the scenes that im (hopefully) posting today!! thank you all for checking in on me while ive been gone <3

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Pookie take your time. I hope you’re doing okay, please put yourself first <3 -🪲

i will!! im taking some time to just try and work my irl job and not stress while im waiting on my appointments

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Are you okay ?

im alright, just trying to stay afloat at work and keep my body in check while i wait for an appointment with some specialists

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health update: ive been putting it off because im so exhausted from work recently but i am in fact getting more blood work done to rule out leukemia but its a 50/50 shot that i do or dont have it at this point. ive been trying to work on writing to keep my mind off it but its extremely hard to when doctors are telling you that you may have cancer at 26. so i’ll try and keep all my works updated but im sorry ive let so many of my series fall into disrepair because of my health 🥲

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Hey, got a Matt y/n request.

You go off your pill without Matt knowing because you want to have a family with Matt. Matt notices you're ovulating because you smell different and tries to get you pregnant.

#daddy and mommy kink

#cumpi€

#Matt the animal in bed

nonnie, you summoned my inner whore, and she has answered.

this is absolute filth with bits of angst and fluff sprinkled in. please enjoy (& thank you). 🖤

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of pregnancy word count: 3k

ours.

There was something different about you and it was driving Matt absolutely fucking insane. From the second he woke up this morning, he had this carnal desire for you that he couldn’t seem to tame. Your scent lingered on your pillow and Matt found himself burying his face into it as his hand searched for the softness of your skin, but all he found was the absence of warmth on his fingertips. He couldn’t hardly focus as he got ready for work, and it only got worse throughout the day.

As noon rolled around, he was elbow deep in case work and in the middle of going over a document with Foggy when he caught wind of your scent on the street. He immediately paused, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tracked your path from two blocks away to their office. By the time you had reached their floor and before you could even knock, Matt was swinging the door open and pulling you in so quickly, it made you dizzy.

“Matt! I almost dropped everything!”

You giggled softly as you readjusted your grip on the carryout bag containing all your orders and the tray of drinks. Matt’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as his hands remained firmly gripped on your hips, forcing a tight lipped smile on his mouth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Heard you coming. What’s all this?”

“Well I figured you guys were swamped and hadn’t eaten yet so I brought lunch.”

Matt’s heart should’ve swelled with adoration and gratitude at the sweet gesture. But instead, a very different part of his body was swelling and he was struggling to retain his composure. 

“Y/N Murdock you are a goddamn saint.”

Another giggle escaped your mouth at Foggy’s comment, and Matt squeezed his eyes shut behind his crimson glasses as he did his best to swallow back a moan. 

“Matt? You alright?”

Matt turned his head slightly in Karen’s direction, a slight panic rising up in his chest as he stumbled over his words.

“Uh y-yeah, why?”

“Because you’ve got a death grip on Y/N/N, and you look like you’re in pain.”

Matt could feel everyone’s eyes on him, including you, and he all of a sudden realized just how tight his hold was on you. He cleared his throat as he released you, taking half a step back as he tried to fix his features into an expression of nonchalance.

“I’m alright, city's just a bit loud today. That’s all.”

Thirty minutes had never felt so fucking long in his entire life. Matt’s knee bounced uncontrollably underneath the table as you laughed and caught up with Foggy and Karen. Everytime a breeze blew through the open window, more of your scent wrapped around Matt like a decadent haze, and he had to stuff his mouth full of food to mask the reaction it was pulling out of him. He could feel sweat forming along his hairline the longer he sat next to you. Matt had always found you desirable, but there was something different about you today that had his half hard cock aching with need.

He racked his brain for any kind of excuse to get Foggy and Karen to leave, even just for five minutes so he could take you in his office and fuck you over his desk. Matt had to physically stop himself from shuddering as you leaned over to press a soft kiss to his jawline, digging his blunt nails into his own palm as he fought back the urge to slip his hand beneath the dress you were wearing. His head was so clouded with lust he hadn’t heard a word you’d said, and his eyebrows suddenly knit in confusion as he noticed your presence by the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to work. I just told you I have a meeting in fifteen minutes?”

“You did?”

A slight pout formed on your lips as you made your way back over to Matt, placing your hand gently on his cheek and letting out a soft noise as his burning skin touched your palm. 

“Baby, are you sure you’re alright? You’re really warm.”

“I’m always warm.”

“Yeah, but you’re like extra warm right now, and you’re sweating.”

“It’s just…hot.”

Matt tried his hardest to appear normal, flashing you a half smile as he turned his head to gently press a kiss to your wrist.

Fuck. That made it worse. 

“Okay…well, if you do start to feel bad, please go home.”

“I will.”

Matt could feel your attention directly on him and the roll of your eyes before you turned to Foggy and Karen with a playful smile on your lips.

“Will one of you please send my stubborn husband home if he gets worse?”

“You got it, Y/N/N.”

Matt swallowed thickly as you gave Foggy a grateful smile before bending down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He figured once you left, he would finally be able to breathe again. All he had to do was focus back on the case, and the rest of the day would fly by so he could go home to you; so he could finally have you. He just had to make it a few more hours. He could do that. Right?

Wrong. Very fucking wrong. The sound of the clock ticking through the office seemed to taunt him about how much time wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted it to. He couldn’t focus at all. His fingers trailed over the same rows of braille repeatedly, until his fingertips almost felt raw, but he still couldn’t decipher a fucking letter. He couldn’t put them together in his brain. All he could think about was you and burying himself inside you. He made it two hours after you left before he was bolting out of the office with a half assed excuse about being sick, frantically calling you on the way out and begging for you to meet him at home.

The second you stepped through the door, Matt was on you. The front door slammed shut as he pinned you against it, ripping your keys and purse out of your hands to toss them carelessly aside. His hands roamed everywhere, gripping and kneading every bit of you they could find. Eventually you were able to break apart from him, pressing your palms firmly against his chest as his mouth eagerly sought you out again.

“Matthew Murdock, what has gotten into you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

Matt panted heavily as he licked his lips, blank eyes darting back and forth in a frenzied manner. You brought one of your hands up to cup his jaw gently and he instantly leaned into your touch, a soft whine sounding in the back of his throat.

“I thought you were sick?”

“Not sick. Just need you. Needed you all day, sweetheart. Please.”

It was then that you noticed Matt’s pupils were blown wide open, and felt the evidence of his need against your lower stomach. Your lips parted slightly in an ‘o’ shape, finally putting all of the pieces of his odd behavior together in your head. 

“Oh.”

“Please, sweetheart. I need you so fucking badly.”

“I…um…we…we can’t right now, Matty. But I can-”

“Why?”

Matt almost sounded like he was in pain as he tilted his head to the side to stare at you, and the anguish was plastered clear over his face. It made you feel guilty to see him this way, and you were worried how he would react to what you had been keeping from him.

“Because…I…I went off the pill. And we don’t…we don’t have anything.”

Matt’s face instantly contorted in confusion, placing his palm on the door by the side of your head as he tried to process your words.

“What? When?”

“A month ago.”

“Why?”

“Because…I just…didn’t like what it was doing to my body.”

You were hoping that Matt was so far gone he wouldn’t notice your lie, but the disappointed look on his features made your heart start to pound uncontrollably.

“Can you answer my question without lying to me.”

You internally winced at the edge in his voice. You had never lied to him before, and when he had told you the truth about being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you both made a promise to never lie to one another about anything. Part of your vows were to always be honest, and you felt guilty that you had messed that one up. 

“That wasn’t a lie. I don’t like what it’s doing to my body. That’s just…not the main reason.”

“And what is?”

“I want a family, Matt. I know we’ve talked about it briefly, and you said you wanted one too, but I wasn’t sure if you were ever gonna slow down enough to focus on starting one with me. I just thought…I thought if it happened, you’d be so happy you wouldn’t be mad that I didn’t tell you. I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have told you what I was doing. I just…I want this so badly, Matty. I keep having dreams about it, it’s all I can think about lately, it’s just…like this need that’s taken over. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Matt could hear the sincerity in your voice and in your heart’s rhythm. His face softened as he listened to you, and a feeling of guilt crept up on him. He had promised you a family once the two of you got married. He did want that. There had just been so much going on lately, the idea of starting one hadn’t occurred to him.

As he opened his mouth to speak, he caught a taste of your arousal on his tongue, and suddenly realization struck him like fucking lightning.

You were ovulating.

That’s what this was. You had been on birth control the entire time you’d known Matt, so he’d never experienced this with you before. This is what was driving him fucking insane. Your body was practically screaming at him, begging him for a baby, and fuck if his body wasn’t listening. A quiet gasp left your mouth when you noticed the darkened look in Matt’s eyes. You knew that look; you saw it when the Devil came home and wanted to play.

“Matty-”

Matt ignored the warning in your voice as he crashed his lips into yours, grabbing onto the back of your head to hold you in place as he nipped at your bottom lip and soothed the sting with his tongue. In a flash he’d ripped your dress over your head and attached his lips to your neck, licking, sucking, and biting his way down to your collarbones. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of your bra and tugged it down your shoulders, pulling a surprised gasp from your mouth as the soft fabric of his shirt brushed over your sensitive nipples.

“Matty…what ah…what are you doing?”

Matt’s voice was dangerously low as he moved his lips up to nibble on the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver to cascade down your spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant.”

An obscene moan left your lips and shot straight down to Matt’s cock. A quiet growl sounded in your ear as he lifted you up and trapped you against the door with his hips, rutting into you as his cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants. He could feel some of your arousal seep through the material from your soaked panties, and you moaned loudly when he rubbed against you just right.

Your fingers were frantic as they clawed at his tie, nearly tearing half the buttons off his shirt as you practically ripped it off his chest. Reaching down between your bodies, you swiftly pulled the leather from Matt’s belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as you fervently shoved them down his thighs along with his briefs just enough to free him. Matt groaned loudly as the cool air met his weeping tip, using his legs to support you as his hands completely tore your panties off your hips.

Matt didn’t waste a second, immediately penetrating the warmth of your slick walls with his thick cock. A loud moan tore through each of you, echoing throughout the entire apartment. 

“Hang on.”

Matt’s voice was rough and gravely as he ordered you, and you whimpered in response as you locked your legs around his waist and gripped onto his shoulders tightly. Everytime he was inside you felt euphoric, but God this time felt different. He couldn’t pinpoint if it was because he was extra sensitive from being so turned on all day, knowing what he was about to do to you, the idea of how much everything was about to change for the two of you, or what, but it unlocked something inside him that had Matt fucking you savagely against the front door. 

A tiny piece of him felt guilty for taking you like this, knowing this could be the time that resulted in the creation of your child. The good Catholic boy in him knew he should’ve made this special and been more romantic, taken his time to savor every second of this beautiful moment. But the Devil in him wanted you and wanted you now. He wanted to plant himself in the deepest part of you, claim your womb for everyone to see, because sometimes that ring wasn’t fucking enough.

Everyone would know that you were his. They wouldn’t be able to miss your swollen belly that carried his child.

As Matt’s grunts and moans in your ear became more feral, his pace got impossibly faster and brutal. He was practically slamming you into the door with each precise snap of his hips, reaching that spot inside you only he could find, tearing the loudest cries of his name from your chest. The only other thing he could hear besides your pretty sounds were the echoes of your skin slapping together and your heart thundering in his ears.

“You gonna make me a daddy, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes you are. Because I’m gonna come so deep in this tight little cunt of yours, over and over and over-“

Matt accentuated each of his words with powerful, quick snaps of his hips into yours.

“And I’m not letting you leave this apartment until I know for sure that it took. You understand, pretty girl?”

All you could do was moan in response as you dug your nails into Matt’s broad shoulders, letting your head fall back against the door as he fucked you how he wanted. You were completely at his mercy like this, all you could do was take it, but God it had been so long since you’d had him like this. 

“You want me to make you a mommy, sweetheart? Hm?”

“Yes! Please, Matty…please.”

“Beg for it.”

Matt bared his teeth in a snarl as he dug his fingertips roughly into the flesh of your hips, marking you just as much on the outside as he planned to do on the inside. You could hardly form a coherent thought from the way he was fucking you. You were getting dangerously close to falling over that edge, and you desperately wanted him to jump with you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear it. Beg me. Beg me for a baby.”

“God…please…”

“No. Not him, me.”

“Fuck Matty-I…please…please, I want it. I want you to…g-give me a baby, please.”

“My baby. Tell me you want my baby. Let me hear it.”

You could tell Matt was close based on his falter in rhythm. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and the devil’s edge to his voice was slipping away into a needy whine. He was begging you to beg him. 

“Want your baby, Matty. Just yours. Ours. Please, baby. Please give it to me.” 

You gripped onto the back of Matt’s neck, pulling him in for a searing passionate kiss. Matt let out a loud yell as he finally spilled inside you, his hips stuttering as he fucked his seed as deep into you as he could, whimpering breathlessly at the way you clenched around his sensitive cock. 

Both of you were sweaty, panting messes as you came down from your collective highs. Matt kept a tight grip on your hips, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall, sliding down slowly until he let himself fall onto the floor with you on his lap. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as the haze he had been in all day seemed to slowly disappear, allowing his senses to finally clear. 

“Matty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

A smile stretched across his mouth as he pulled back slightly, staring blankly at you in pure adoration. 

“I love you.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned into your palm that cradled his jaw, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as the guilt started to set in.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That. I…I should’ve made that more special.”

“Matty-“

“I fucked your mom against the front door is not exactly how I want to tell our kid they were created.”

Smacking your palm against his chest, you immediately erupted into a fit of giggles that Matt couldn’t help joining.

“Matthew! First of all, our child is never going to want to know how they were created. Second of all, you have nothing to be sorry for. I love you, and I know you love me. And we love each other so much, we decided to create a life together made up of both of us. Don’t you think that’s special?”

Matt took a deep breath as his tongue quickly wet his lips, nodding his head slowly as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. So do I. Now, if you really feel the need to redeem that Catholic guilt of yours, we can increase our chances in bed and be as sappy as you want.”

Matt rolled his eyes as a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, leaning in to nudge his nose against yours. 

“Heaven forbid I try to show my wife a little romance.”

“Romance away, Murdock. Take me to bed and put a baby in me.”

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😰😰 sending so many good vibes and prayers your way 🙏🙏 I hope you’re okay! - 🔑

thank youuuu!! 🫶🏽 i’ll be okay with time and lots of medical care

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rogue anon again…. <•><•> how is everything going so far ? -🔑

car is doing better for sure, unfortunately i now have insane health issues to deal with 😭

tldr; might have leukemia and i got diagnosed with a heart tachycardia and arrhythmia so i have to see a doctor about either meds or surgery depending on how severe they think it is

[lycanlupins]

im the rogue anon and thank you for feeding me 🙏 /j?? - 🔑

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! im gonna read your other request in my inbox so i can get started there >:3c