ravensmurdock

[ravensmurdock]

Craving some extremely toxic and selfish "You will always belong to me" (as a threat) type sex

[ravensmurdock]

uhhhhmmmm everyone please still pretend im normal and that i hate walker very much

18+ nsfw

cw: age gap, daddy kink, nsfw, guilt

gender neutral but afab reader

walker is in his late 30s-early 40s, reader is no younger than 21

just a couple little random hcs that doesnt fully fit in with the rest of my yap but john thought it was adorable that when you took a swig of alcohol and you make a disgusting look, still not used to drinking yet, and he absolutely teased you for it. sometimes, hed chose the strongest thing for shots and make sure to kiss you with tongue after drinking it, just to see the way youd jerk back and scrunch up your nose. you always made a funny sound and slapped his chest, calling him an asshole as he laughed loudly and tried to pull you back in for another kiss, saying he's just trying to help you get used to the flavor.

he kinda hates calling you his girlfriend/boyfriend because it sounds so juvenile, youre both grown adults and it makes him really feel the age gap, so he absolutely prefers you call eachother partners

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while john didnt feel shame in your relationship, he loves you so much and would gladly tell the whole world, he did feel guilt sometimes. guilt that hes twice your age- pretty much old enough to even be your father. guilt when you would look up at him with those big doe eyes and listen intently as he spoke, taking in his every word because hes so much older and more experienced in life than you. guilt that he enjoys your naivety and showing you pleasure you never knew existed and teaching you how to make him feel the same. guilt that despite being a father, hes addicted to the way youd writhe around under his bruising grip and sob out 'daddy' instead of his name.

walker knows your relationship comes with certain responsibilities that his previous ones didnt, that while you two are on equal ground most the time, he still just has power that you dont, and you have vulnerability he doesnt. he knows that while he has long since learned pretty much all there is to know about himself, you are still coming into your own and figuring yourself out. it scares him that he can have such a huge impact on you without even trying, but hes also honored that you trust him to not take advantage of you, to help you and love you. theres a certain intimacy in it, the way you come to him for comfort and advice while still being your own independent person, in the way he can come to you for the same even if its a little different.

john is a caretaker and protector at heart and he loves the fact that while you are definitely a grown ass person who can take care of themselves, he can still be that for you without it being weird or like hes actually your parent. and yeah sometimes he has the bad habit of being a little overboard, its never in toxic way. he never tries to police what you can and cant do, he never infantalizes you or tries to take control of your life. he just worries. he is absolutely a worrier and can sometimes be a little pushy or think he knows better than everyone else, but its something hes working on with your help.

that being said, sometimes its fun to pretend. fun to pretend that he actually has some control over your life and gets to tell you what to do. its kinda therapeutic for you both ngl. john is a natural born leader who thrives when being in charge but doesnt always get a lot of that with his day to day life, which he hates. you can feel like you have *too much* control and the pessure gets overwhelming when you just dont know what to do at times, which you hate. so, sometimes its nice to play pretend and slip into roles that bring more comfort with eachother. being able to just let go and turn your mind off, not having to think about how your future is in your hands now and no one can really lead the way for you anymore. its relaxing to let someone else take the reigns and decide what to do for a little while. and for john? he finally can feel some peace at knowing hes fully in charge and doesn't have to worry about someone else coming in and ruining his plans or taking control. he can tell you what to do and you do it, no hesitation, no arguing, no questioning his authority.

of course its not like you have no say in anything tho, walker never does anything you two havnt discussed in detail and always makes sure you know that you can say no at any time and hell stop instantly. when you two have your sessions, he may play the dominant role and you the submissive, calling him daddy or sir, but you both know he isnt above you in any way that isnt just physically.

anyways, Johnathan F Walker absolute Thrives on the power you give him. few things get his dick harder than having you bent over his lap with your bare ass and pussy out, moaning and whining the number of times hes slapped them because you were bratty earlier. he loves holding you down with a strong hand on the back of your neck or between your shoulder blades. he thinks you look absolutely ethereal gazing up at him all teary eyed and begging for his forgiveness, swearing youll be good while both of you knowing its a lie. you arent sorry at all and youll be back to giving him sass by the next morning, not that hed have it any other way. but for now, he gets to play the strict daddy role and 'punish' you despite the wet patch on his thigh where your hips are desperately trying to hump into him proves that this is far from actual discipline to you.

being an actual parent has given john the ability to master the dissapointed father look and voice too, which you absolutely love.

anyways, he isnt ashamed of your relationship but you both do try to keep it more under wraps, his public image already isnt great, so him going through a divorce then showing up with someone half his age,,,, doesn't look great and his pr team isnt eager to deal with that. besides, john is more of a private man and likes to keep that part of his personal life personal, and its safer for you that way too. it does get a little annoying when he is having his turn with his son and people assume youre his kid too tho 😭 there have been more times than hed like to admit where you three are out and people think youre walker jrs (idk the kids name-) sibling rather than his other parent and youve had to explain that no, you arent, because otherwise it would get real awkward real fast when john kisses you on the lips.

speaking of his son, walker loves how accepting you are about the situation and how you dont try to alienate his son or hate his ex. you understand that they have a long history together and despite not ending on the best terms, he still loves his son with his whole heart and cares deeply about olivia. maybe you arent besties with her, but you are always kind and welcoming, never giving her any hate nor trying to act like she isnt the mother of walkers son. john was kinda hesitant to introduce you to them at first ngl,worried that despite knowing the situation, youd end up getting weird about it later on. but he feels stupid for it now, you and jr took so fast and you treat him like your own. sometimes when you visit during johns turn, you will just shove your bag into his hands with a breif kiss before swooping up jr like your partner isn't even there lmfao he will whine at you (he will also deny whining) and say you don't love him and are just using him for the baby (which you playfully agree with) but nothing brings him more joy than the fact you already love his son so much. lowk makes him want another

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[ravensmurdock]

who's gonna write the john walker x reader enemies to lovers with age gap fics because well he's a dilf and i need him 🥰

[ravensmurdock]

i need dex to slap me around, a large pink red handprint on my cheek. if he doesn’t like how i suck his cock i want him to pull me off of him and slap the absolute shit out of me </3

[ravensmurdock]

BOOOOMSHAKALAKA YESS GOD

there’s just something incredibly arousing about the thought of dex hitting me.. something about the sting of a slap or even the dull pain of a punch across my face ☹️, ough i want his hands on me in ways that are violent. don’t care if it’s in a manipulating way, i just want him to hit me.

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ehehehhehe,,,,,,, there’s something in the air tonight,,,,

i can’t stop thinking of Dex fucking me till i pee </3 !!

his thrusts aren’t even harsh, they’re just so deep that you’re so hyper aware of the fullness in your bladder, your skin starting to prickle at the familiar sensation of needing to pee.

“waitwaitwait- dex wait-”

you manage to stammer and his thrusts become a little softer, placing the last kiss onto your neck before pulling back, blonde hair sticking to his forehead and a shiny gloss to his chest, low eyes trying to search your features,

“mh?” he simply grunts as if to ask what’s wrong but you shake your head, hands firmly pressing against his shoulders, “gotta pee.” your tone becoming a little more high pitched, trying to signal him to ease up and let you go to the restroom.

which earns you a shake of his head before continuing the languid roll of his hips “that’s fine.” he states softly, almost matter-of-factly before leaning back down to enclose your body, thick arms wrapping around your hips to hold you before picking up the pace of his hips rising a squeal from you. “dex !!!” it rips from your throat as he bottoms out, his cock putting pressure on your walls that manages to reach your bladder.

Dex’s pale hand slips between the two of you to spray against your lower stomach, his gaze zeroed in on where his hand is placed before he slowly presses down. which rewards him with a shake of your head in protest and a high pitched whine “Ben!-” you squeak out, the pressure from inside and outside has you reeling, your legs shaking from trying to hold it in but the double stimuli has you squirming, own hand pressing against his lower abdomen to try and push him away but the dam breaks, a weak lazy stream leaking from between your legs as you let out a choked sob causing dex to still his hips, thumb brushing against the plush of your stomach “see, ain’t too bad.” he murmurs softly looking down at the now dark soaked sheets and your wet thighs.

[ravensmurdock]

matt murdock the type to tell you to watch your mouth if you say "oh my god" when his dick is in your guts :'))))

[ravensmurdock]

THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GODDDD

heres a silly doodle of the murdock circle on matts couch, idea from @foxmurdock in the discord!!

i think i got everyone

@bunmurdock @mutt-murdock @mewmurdock @swanmurdock @fairymurdock @kittenmurdock @kit-murdock2 @jellyfishmurdock @ravensmurdock @sirenmurdock @pupmurdock @lambmurdock @ottermurdock @bumblebeemurdock @moth-murdock @parker-murdock @deermurdock @froggy-murdock @starmurdock @https-murdock @robinmurdock it wont let me lag you idk why :((

[ravensmurdock]

like BAD, i need it BADDDD

[ravensmurdock]

i need spiderman noir SO BAD

[ravensmurdock]

FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS SO HOOTTTT SO HOT AND FUCKED UP HELLO???? with daddy it would be even redeemable but him forcing her to call him DAD just makes this so much better and corrupt oh i love you

okay what do you think about daddy!matt with a reader that's not very into the whole daddy thing but she's so submissive and wants to please him no matter what and matt is desperate to corrupt her into liking it too

tw: dub!con

"say it, baby."

"matt," you whine, squeezing your eyes shut.

"c'mon, honey. if you want to cum, you gotta say it. tell me what i want to hear."

you turn your head away as you deal with your conflicting feelings. he's making you feel so good, you're so close to your edge, but he won't let you cum unless you indulge his fucked up fantasy. he's been trying to get you into it for so long, but you've always been resistant. now, he's holding your pleasure hostage.

"matt, i don't wanna. you know i don't."

matt forces down the frustration that he can feel growing in his bones. getting mad won't get him his way. he needs to stay calm.

"it's just one little word, sweetheart. you can do it. just one little word and i'll give you everything you want. i promise, okay? when have i ever broken a promise to you?"

your lack of response makes his blood pressure rise. he decides he needs to be more persuasive, so he stills his hips and removes his thumb from your clit, leaving you clenching around his hard cock buried inside you.

your desperation makes your mind foggy, just as matt intended. he's wearing you down, pushing you deeper into submission so you're less likely to fight back; more malleable.

"say it," he says through gritted teeth, letting his walls down just a bit and exposing his fiery desperation.

your hips buck, seeking stimulation before you lose all of the pleasure you've built up. matt stops you, pinning your hips down to the bed with a firm hand. he's not letting you have any more until you say what he wants you to.

you can't take it anymore. you're too desperate, too fuck-drunk to think straight. you know you don't want to, but it'll be the only way to get what you need. and if it makes matt happy, then it can't be so bad, can it?

"please let me cum, dad."

"fuck," matt groans loudly. he's been waiting to hear you say that for so long, and even though he had to fight with you to get you to say it, it's still so sweet.

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OH I MISSED YOU

matt murdock tracks you down and brings you home after you stay out past curfew. just some fluffy, protective, concerned bf matt :0

you don’t mean to be out this late. really. 

it’s not like you make a habit of wandering around sketchy parts of brooklyn after midnight. but there’s something about nights like this—the city buzzing just enough to feel alive, the rush of chasing something a little spontaneous. the kind of night that feels harmless when you’re laughing with friends… until it isn’t.

you tell yourself it’s just for a little while.

except, you lose track of time.

you one by one, you part ways with friends too.

and when you finally manage to tear yourself away from the hypnotic pull of those glowing red neon signs and hazy street lamps, you realize it’s well past 1 a.m.

you’re alone, walking fast on worn sneakers, hood up, arms crossed tight around yourself as the streets of brooklyn close in. it’s colder now. quieter. that familiar giddy high replaced with an unsettling prickle at the back of your neck.

you know better. matt’s told you better.

your heart stutters in your chest when you hear a soft scuff of shoes behind you. you pick up your pace.

“sweetheart.”

the voice cuts through the dark. and you freeze.

your breath hitches, cheeks heating instantly at the sound. that voice. low and rough and unmistakable.

you don’t dare turn around. you just stand there, small, caught.

“you want to tell me why you’re still out here, when you were supposed to be home hours ago?” his voice is low, soft, but there’s an edge tonight. like he’s tired of chasing you down.

like he’s disappointed.

you swallow hard, hugging your arms tighter around yourself. “matt… i didn’t mean to. i just—i lost track of time. i was getting home.”

but he’s already there, stepping up behind you, the faint brush of his prototype suit against your back emanating heat. the leather of his gloves is cool as it wraps around your wrist, fingers brushing over your racing pulse.

he’s in the suit tonight. masked. gloved. which means… he’s been looking for you. for a while.

“from where i’m standing,” he murmurs, breath warm against the shell of your ear, “it looks like you’re out past midnight. again. this time off atlantic ave, of all places.”

you feel the weight of it in the way he says your name next. soft. strained. “you do realize how reckless that is, don’t you?”

his gloved hand slides up, fingers curling gently—but firmly—around your chin, tilting your face up until there’s nowhere to look but him. the black cloth knotted tight over his eyes. the hard set of his jaw.

“matt…” you breathe. “i was careful… i—i had my pepper spray.”

“were you? is that why you didn’t even notice me following you for the last ten minutes?”

you stiffen, biting your lip.

his grip on your chin tightens just enough to keep you there, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

“i… i just wanted to see the lights,” you mumble.

“the lights?”

you nod, miserably.

he sighs, letting you go and briefly pinching his the bridge of his nose. you turn to face him.

“those lights worth getting yourself hurt over, sweetheart?” 

you shake your head, but like you’re not entirely convinced of the danger.

he sighs. “come here.” 

before you can argue, he pulls you flush against him, arms closing around you like he’s wrapping you in armor.

you press your cheek to his chest, breathing in the steady thump of his heart.

“and you’re shivering,” he murmurs, voice softer now but edged with frustration—almost like it is directed at himself this time.

“‘m not that cold…” you mumble.

matt exhales through his nose, shaking his head.

“you’re cold. scared. and you’re lucky i found you before someone else did.”

before you can protest, he’s crouching slightly, grabbing your hand and guiding it over his shoulder.

“up.”

you blink, but your body moves before your brain catches up, and then you’re being hoisted up onto his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grip under your thighs.

he doesn’t say anything right away. just adjusts you higher against him, jaw tight as he starts walking.

you curl into him instinctively, cheek resting against his neck, breathing in the faint scent of sweat and the city still clinging to him.

“…matt, ’m sorry i worried you,” you murmur.

“we’ll talk when we get home.”

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you don’t say much the rest of the way. anything you try to say will sound like excuses—and matt’s quiet in that way he gets when he’s not done lecturing you yet.

but after a while, when the city shifts—brooklyn’s chaos softening into the familiar hum of hell’s kitchen—you feel the words bubble up anyway.

“…saw a cat today.”

matt doesn’t break stride, but you feel the subtle shift of his shoulders, holding you a little closer. he hums, like he’s indulging you.

“mhm. orange one. real friendly. he was prowling around the corner bodega like he owned the place. me and the others hung out there for a bit, and he let me pet him. purred so loud it sounded like… like a tiny lawnmower.”

matt hums again, the sound low, almost fond now. “bold little thing. probably had better instincts than you tonight.���

“matt…” you pout softly, the tension in your chest loosening just a little when you catch the faintest of smirks when you peek around his shoulder.

“what else.”

“we… we got these yummy cookies from a bakery nearby. oh—and someone sent flowers. four giant bouquets.”

matt's quiet for a moment.

“i like when you tell me these things,” he murmurs eventually, quiet. “makes me feel like you’re… safer than you really are when i’m not able to be there.”

you blink. “but i am safe. i was careful, i swear.”

“you’re not the one who gets to decide that. not out here. not tonight. you forget i hear the things that happen to girls who think they’re careful.”

“next time you want to see the lights? you ask me to take you. understood?”

you nod, your head growing heavy where it rests against him.

“words, sweetheart.”

“…yes, matt,” you murmur.

that earns you a soft hum of approval.

“it’s way past your bedtime. go to sleep, sweetie. we’ll be home soon.”

you nod, eyes slowly fluttering shut, the steady rhythm of his steps and the familiar streets of hell’s kitchen pulling you under, soft and safe.

masterlist

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he can have the keys to my house🫦

credit: haileaep

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y'all think remmick fw being called papa?

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miss u @bunmurdock

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i love that fic so much 😭

I may or may not be a bit too attached to Murdock circle because I am literally just counting the days for bun to be done with hiatus so they can read my posture fic since I tagged them

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FUCKJRKWUEJWYSJDHEJ

i'm thinking about how do you think dad!matt would react to nudes/suggestive photos?

obviously matt can’t see them so im adding a little open relationship type thing with frank to this situation for some spice xx

you’re cuddled up with matt on the couch when your phone chimes. matt doesn’t mind you being on your phone while you spend time together, but when you pick it up and giggle quietly at the message, it gets his attention.

“who’re you texting?” he asks.

“no one,” you dismiss easily, focusing on your phone.

matt isn’t a fan of your non-answer, so he asks again, firmer this time. “who are you texting, sweetheart?”

his shift in tone makes you look up at him and the unamused expression on his face tells you not to push it.

“frankie,” you respond and immediately prepare yourself for his reaction. matt knows you fool around with frank when he’s in town. he certainly doesn’t encourage it but he allows it to happen because he wants you to be happy. that doesn’t mean he wants it rubbed in his face, though.

“yeah? what’s frank sayin’ that’s so funny?”

you bite your lip. you know there’s no point in trying to lie to matt. he’ll see right through it and it’ll only get you in trouble, but the truth won’t exactly give you a better fate. maybe you can get away with a half-truth.

“he said i look good in the picture i sent him.” matt hums in response.

“and what kind of picture was it?” fuck. matt is too familiar with your antics.

“mirror selfie,” you say as you continue to text frank.

dad caught me. you always get me in trouble

you get yourself in trouble, kid. tell red he’s missing out, because you look sexy as hell in those panties.

you’re heart skips a beat at the message. partly from the compliment, and partly because frank is sexting you while matt sits right there.

“what did he say?” matt asks. of course he noticed.

“what?” playing dumb has never worked for you, but at this point, it’s worth a shot.

“after your phone buzzed, your heart rate sped up. what did he say?” matt’s voice is low, not angry, but firm enough to leave no room for argument.

“he said you’re missing out because i look so good,” you confess.

“what were you wearing in that picture?”

“not much,” you say meekly. “just some panties.”

the clench of matt’s jaw is so tight it looks painful. “you’re sending nudes to your little boyfriend while you’re spending time with dad? that seem like a smart choice, sweetheart?”

god, you hate when matt gets like this. you’d rather him spank your ass raw than make you feel guilty about it.

“no, sir,” you say, unable to keep the pout out of your voice.

“tell frank you’ll talk to him later. right now, you need to spend some quality time with dad.”

i have to go. dad’s really mad at me

i want a picture of your ruined pussy when you’re done.