#daredevils-advocate

[shepscapades]

Doc: I have impossibly high standards.

Xisuma: [exists]

Doc, frantically texting Tango: Help, he's meeting all of my standards!

He never quite addresses what his standards are and wether or not xisuma is meeting them

[vixenicks]

matt, unaware he is aromantic: ya like idk i slept with her and she's nice and all but i really don't think dating people is for me

karen, unaware she is demiromantic: yeah that's normal. we're both normal

[cptnbeefheart]

i apologize for the angry person i am going to become when the new season of daredevil comes out

[devilfic]

Idk if you have seen daredevil but in the case you have can I request a head cannon of you making a playlist for him and him talking about songs that remind you of him?

Like I was listening to The Marias and I felt that their songs give this feeling of how it would be to date him.

❝making a playlist for matt murdock❞

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader. cw: established relationship, brief mention of sex. words: 1k.

a/n: I actually have seen daredevil and I love him a lot, this will be fun. shoutout to this post that confirmed the "matt murdock loves jazz" vibe he gives off

I wanna start off by saying that as soon as I saw "daredevil" and "songs" in the same sentence, I got a VIVID image of matt in a jazz bar

I can't recall off the top of my head if matt mentions any specific artists or genres he listens to in the show, but I personally think matt likes jazz, funk, maybe some soul/neo-soul, or anything you'd hear in a nice understated bar downtown

the thing is I think that matt really likes instrumental-heavy music because he appreciates being able to pick apart the melodies

I also imagine he's a stickler for his favorite genres and won't really relent unless you introduce something new to him by force

so, a playlist

you push an mp3 player into his hand as you walk past him and he thumbs over the buttons, twists a finger through the cords of the earbuds, and smiles, "what's this?"

he hears you land on the couch and makes his way over to sit beside you as you take one of the earbuds to put in your ear, stretching your legs over his lap, "I made a playlist for you!"

"yeah?"

"yeah. I know you like your vinyls but this is smaller, more compact. easy to put in your pocket and hopefully not break when you're running around the city at night. I'm serious. don't break that."

"I'm honored," matt tilts his head in your direction, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, listening for the parting of your lips as they break into a smile, "nothing too shocking, I hope?"

"I tried to stick to things I thought you'd like, and I did include some of the songs you've recommended to me over the years since you can't lug your vinyls everywhere. it won't sound as nice but... it's something. it's pretty romantic, right?"

it is romantic

matt imagines you hunched over his computer, tediously searching up mp3s of his favorite songs and putting together a playlist for him, trying your best to ease him into unfamiliar territory

he can also hear the nervous thumping of your heart as you wait for his reply, so he splays a hand over your ankle and squeezes, "yeah, you're pretty damn romantic. any particular order I should play it in?

"just hit play, handsome."

when the first song starts playing, he's transported back to hearing it for the first time in the bar where he met you, sharing drinks at a table as you humored him on your theories of who the devil of hell's kitchen really was

you were a few drinks past tipsy and had come to chat him up at the behest of your friends who—and you learned this several days later—he'd heard call him sexy at least four times

but it was you whose voice had caught his attention, who had sworn that a "man like him" had to be waiting for a date, that there was no way he'd be here all alone

and had promptly eaten your words when he chimed in to let you know that he did not, in fact, have a date

he was fuzzy on the details as to how you'd gotten on the topic of his alter ego, but it tickled him nonetheless how you presented your theories more confidently than you flirted

he countered each one but in good faith, playing devil's advocate if only so that he could hear how your mind whirred with ideas

after a few pretty well-articulated counterarguments, you'd snorted and asked, "what are you, a lawyer?"

and when you learned that he was a lawyer? the matt murdock of nelson, murdock, & page? oh, he was sure you lit up like a christmas tree

even after walking you to your place, matt was humming the tune of the song he'd discovered you to, a feeling in his bones that more than just it would be sticking around

matt takes you to a jazz bar for your first date, feeding you details about the musicians over drinks as you ask him about his favorites

he likes a lot of the classics: things his dad enjoyed, stuff he's heard at the jazz bars he's roped foggy into visiting with him during law school

he tells you he likes some of the new stuff but nothing beats the classics, all of which he has vinyls of at home

and you ask him about the newer artists he likes and he tells you he'll put some on for you at his place if the night is still young

that night, he brings you back to his and plays this while you make love

most of the songs matt thinks of when he thinks of you are wordless, often more abstract representations of how you make him feel

the few songs with words are quite literal. whatever the lyrics say is how he feels about you

you've learned—if you're not already a fan of the same genres—to appreciate his taste

and you've also learned to love the way he lights up as you describe what the music sounds like to him, the way he slips in a word here and there when you come up short and it always just fits

it's kind of like his love language

you've got some of these songs on the playlist too

you see him get a little stiff when a song comes on that he doesn't know, and so you watch all the minute expressions in his face as it plays, wondering anxiously if he likes it or not

you know he does when he replays it

he'll tap out the rhythm on your ankle like he's picking apart every detail of the song piece by piece, placing them layer over layer in his mind until it becomes whole and he turns to tell you he really likes it

while he usually likes to keep his ears open for anything in the city while he's out and about, he'll pop in an earbud and start your playlist and think about you

now, if only you'd add a recording of you singing to yourself every morning, it'd be complete. that's gotta be his favorite

taglists: @yikes-buddy @alexxavicry @theclassicvinyldragon @marina-and-the-memes

[tiny-merkitty]

dad/caretaker matt murdock hcs ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

(read as platonic & familial only! i do not write for romantic pairings.)

ⓘ i do not consent to k!nk interaction! any nsfw account that likes, reblogs, or in any way interacts with this post or my blog will be blocked and reported.

the sweetest most attentive father figure ever

he can hear your heartbeat, the vague ways your breaths change, feel how sleepy and lethargic you get, he'll do everything he can to be helpful and caring when you need it!!!

don't feel like talking? that's okay, he can tell if what he's doing is helping without needing words.

he has to deal with alot of loud everywhere else anyway, whether that's in a tiny, packed office space or the entirety of manhattan — he's always welcome to unwind at home in silence.

he'd try to deduct anything that's making you uncomfortable without having to ask, he knows that constant interrogation can just make things more overwhelming.

you keep whimpering? your stomach is full, you seem to be warm enough— is his beard too scratchy? here, he'll move your head down to his chest.

he'd use alot of different nicknames, as well as just your actual name, but the ones that roll off the tongue most tend to be 'baby', 'sweetheart' & 'angel'

being mean towards his loved ones isn't in his vocabulary, if you've done something wrong there won't be anything more extreme than a gentle conversation — at worst, he uses his lawyer voice™, which consists of very, very, long spiels about how he's not mad! just a little disappointed!

he'd never take things away from you as a form of punishment though, he knows what it's like to grow up with sparse things in environments that weren't emotionally nurturing.

if anything, he is the biggest advocate for spoiling his kid — even if he won't admit it.

never in a grand way, but if you looked at a stuffed animal for three seconds too long in an aisle, it's finding it's way into the cart by check-out.

you like a certain brand of toaster waffles? what a coincidence, the fridge has five boxes!

if you make him anything at all, he is using it until it disintegrates.

you made him a bracelet? he's wearing it everywhere. including in the daredevil suit.

you drew something? he's sure it looks wonderful, whatever it is, he's already framing it in his office.

(yes this has something to do with a certain somebody abandoning him over a friendship bracelet as a child)

he likes having you physically close to him, the louder your heartbeat is in his ears, the more secure he can feel about your safety.

your warmth reminds him that you're okay, so he likes having you nearby, whether you're heads on his stomach or you're sitting somewhere three rooms over.

he's not a helicopter parent, per-se, but he has a tendency to be protective and worried —

he tries to be around at nighttime, even with the whole vigilante gig getting in the way sometimes, having you play doctor on his wounds makes him feel both guilty and comforted.

his favorite form of tylenol has a tiny heartbeat and hands that wrap around his fingers, after all.

bedtime stories aren't his favorite thing in the world, for obvious reasons, but if he's trying to get you to sleep, sometimes he'll practice his latest defenses until you nod off.

he assumes the legal talk knocks you out better than goodnight moon, anyway.

depending on the day, he's bringing you along to the office or church with him — the firm isn't very full during certain seasons, so he figures you can take a nap on the couch in his office or color over Foggy's paperwork.

Foggy's not the biggest fan of the latter —

the underneath of Matt's desk also makes a great fort— he'll pretend he can't hear you sticking stickers to the bottom or playing with his shoelaces.

on weekends, he'll take you by St. Agnes to sleep through morning mass, Sister Maggie usually has a hot chocolate ready for you in a special mug afterwards.

he's not one to force things like sunday school on you, but the church is a place he grew up and visits often, plus letting you see his mother makes him smile.

the two of you get donuts on the way home — or, you get donuts and Matt gets something overpriced and artisanal while he tries not to cringe at the overbearing scent of dyed sugar.

he's definitely a silly dad, holding you upside down by your ankles or slinging you over his shoulder while he cleans the apartment.

he draws out questions and asks silly things just to hear you giggle — "what?! you're four years old? are you sure? are you actually... five? no?"

overall, you're his kid and he loves you more than anything.

[chemicalpink]

bad idea! | Jeon Jungkook (M)

ੈ✩ Festivaled Away: Daredevil Week hosted by @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: Thrill Seeking

⤞ Main Event: A dare

⤞Games: remote vibrator, creampie, pain kink, exhibitionism.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, light humour, magical realism-ish, vampire au, s2fwb2l

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mentions of death in vampire-like fashion, mentions of blood, imprinting unknowingly, alcohol consumption, language, creampie, use of plugs, remote vibrator, pain kink (biting kink, really) exhibitionism.

You try to swiftly laugh at whatever it was that your friend was saying over the loud music that envelops the whole room, the lights are dimmed enough, the flashing blue and red led lights not close to enough to make out the figure that your eyes are transfixed on watching from a distance. It is his party, after all. Jeon Jungkook stands spread along his kitchen counter, most of his body hidden by the darkness that envelops the hallway just behind him, all the more courtesy of his black attire, although you can watch entranced from time to time the way that his lip-piercing catches the light from around the place every time he presses the glass against his lips or he toys with the jewellery in a way that has you wondering if somehow his genes allow him to have better eyesight and is indeed looking right at you as you admire him from afar. 

“You know, you could be way more subtle about wanting to eat that man up” you turn back to your friends, feeling how the ice in your drink settles something within you, there’s no actual reason for you to deny the claim as it comes as a secret to none that you have yourself a big enough crush on the vampiric man that has been attending your university for the last two years– a curated sort of infatuation  that has everyone else poking and teasing you the longer it goes on. 

Vampires weren’t such an odd topic as they once used to be– although relatively new to most. It all just seemed to fall right into place when a few too many of the mos influential families around the globe came out to advocate for such creatures after a particularly loud incident sounded off the alarms across countries. Everyone kind of rolled with it. Years of political mobilisation had ensured that they continued to be functioning parts of society– as they had proven to always have been. Yet the fear was still there. More to some than others. Creatures of the night had always roamed the highest social spheres, which left little to no room to actually encounter one that could be deemed as dangerous enough. Which is just the more reason to be mesmerised by Jeon Jungkook. 

The Jeons were a fairly well known family of all-born vampires– mostly respected due to the fear of encountering such creatures, although their fear induced respect had little to do with their origins and more to do with the way they handled most of the country’s politics and economy way before they came out as such creatures. Their youngest, Jungkook, although set on breaking free from such high spheres, had proven to be quite adept on climbing high enough to be where he was in college– a promising student, astounding athlete and an even more exceptional paty thrower. As this one time he was proven to be. 

“I dare you to get in Count Dracula’s pants” your– fairly drunk– friend whisper-yells into your ear. 

Your gaze can’t seem to let go of Jungkook’s every move, pondering her words for a bit. Jungkook is not exactly known for his aversion to humans– yet he isn’t quite the player every other person that hasn’t quite crossed paths with the vampire make him to be. You can’t actually recall ever hearing about him casually hooking up after all the time he has been around. He seems to be private like that aside from the times he’s hosted the most grandiose parties off campus– and even then, he isn’t quite known for his welcoming aura, rather separated from the ordeal by the shadows he decides to keep himself hidden within. What the whispered voices do say and you could attest for yourself is the undubious way that being in near proximity to said man can leave your blood running cold. A testament of just how much power he holds within, it’s a predator thing– one of your few friends in common had mentioned in passing. 

Whatever conversation your friends were having seems to have downed out the blurt of such a dare, at least until you feel your heart pounding against your chest as you utter your answer “...challenge accepted”

“Y/N I was just joking”

It is then that you rip your sight from the man, opting to let it linger around your group of friends, trying to somewhat appease the deafening silence your words had caused, “But wouldn’t it be amazing?”

“We have never heard of it happening– wouldn’t want you to end up in a ditch because of a drink-induced dare” Another of your friends is quick to note, drink still in hand, but all the more sobered up as she ponders the thought of it.

One of your more drunk friends is quick to find the humour within it, “I don’t think dude has gotten laid since the 1600s” 

“Yeah, can vampires even get it up if- you know- they’re technically dead”

“Oh they totally can!” Hoseok– the only friend in common you have traced between Jungkook and yourself makes his way to where you guys were standing and is quick to drap himself all over your friends’ shoulders, face flushed with the drinks he’s had “What are we talking about?”

“Y/N bedding Jeon Jungkook”

That seems to do it for the smiley man, choking on his drink, sobering up in a second before a stoic demeanour takes over his face “You do know there’s a reason we haven’t heard of Jungkook’s hookups right?”

“No I don’t” blame it on the few drinks you’ve had or the way that the thought of a distant possibility of sleeping with the man had installed in your brain, it was indeed quite a feat to not hear a word about it on such a campus “But I can certainly find out”

“Y/N, Jeon Jungkook is a born predator. And one of the strongest ones out there– we’re talking top of the chain here”

“Now you guys are just trying to scare the living shit out of me” you roll your eyes, trying to ease the tensiona round you, sipping your drink once more and wishing you had just kept the acceptance of such a challenge to yourself instead of voicing it out loud “What’s so wrong about wanting to try and get dicked down by a vampire? Worst case scenario-”

“-Worst case scenario you end up sprawled open on my bed, isn’t that right, doll?” Jungkook’s voice drowns out whatever other noise. You can’t help the chill that runs down your spine as he walks past you, parting your small group of friends in order to be let through, the cold running through your veins, the way it all seems to concentrate down and have you clenching against air. You hadn’t even heard him coming– nevertheless seen him. And he’s gone just like that, black attiure blending with the rest of the surroundings. His words hanging in the air sounding like a promise to your ears. 

A collective breath is let out once the vampire is out of sight and Hoseok is the first to speak after it “GOD THAT MAN MOVES LIKE THE DEAD” 

“...he is dead- technically, I think”

“Shut up, look at how my hairs are standing!” he is quick to show his bare arm out for everyone to see in a quite dramatic feat, raising his glass your way “It was nice knowing you, Y/N” 

Things go back to quite a normal pace even as the thought back to the dare doesn’t quite leave your mind– the way that Jungkook had approached you back then, something akin to a promise leaving the tip of his tongue, the chills that run through your whole body at the thought of him having heard all the entirety of your conversation. Of him being fully aware of your intentions. If your hand caresses your whole naked body at night as images of said man pinning you against the wall, ravishing in your taste, flood your mind, then there’s not much else to do about it. Even as you think you can watch a rather teasing smirk taking over the vampire’s features everytime you two so much as cross paths around campus, your eyes lingering on his hands and lips a beat too long as you imagine the infinite possibilities and outcomes of such an affair. Your friends would be quick to write it off as you imagining things.

You were walking down the street back to your dorm after quite a late running class. The weather had started to run on the colder side, so you can’t really blame yourself for carrying on walking down the street as if nothing was wrong. The small alleyway was sure to provide a shorter path to get to your building,  even if it was poorly lit and come to think of it, wasn’t probably the greatest idea while being by yourself. You can’t help but pick out an out of the way sound surrounding you– curiosity getting the best of you as you make your way carefully towards the struggling noises seem to come from behind an adjacent street– even darker than the one you walked in. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, blood pumping into your ears and you’re certain your body had frozen if the way that your feet refuse to move even as you intentionally see yourself fleeing the scene is any indication of it. Inside said alleyway, none other than Jeon Jungkook has his face pressed neatly in the juncture between neck and shoulder of a girl you can almost swear you’d seen on campus before, her body lax against him, his eyes a crimson colour as they briefly catch yours before diving back in. It’s like time had frozen right there and then, a need to run away as fast as your feet could take you, scream at the top of your lungs– yet none of this is happening. There is, of course, no denying the way your mind also wanders off to imagine yourself in the girl’s place, the usual warmth in your lower belly present after such thoughts. After what seems like ages– which might have been closer to mere seconds, you finally move as quietly as possible down the other side of the road, intending on forgetting all about it– making do as if you hadn’t just answered your own doubts about not seeing the vampire mingle with humans ever. 

“Leaving so soon, doll?” You brain can’t fathom whatever physics necessary to explain the way that you had just turned your head from watching the man feed, to having him stand tall and proud infront of you, blocking the way, velvet eyes amusedly looking into you. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” you hang your head low, ignoring the impeding thoughts about what you had heard before about getting a glimpse of a feeding vampire– after new laws were instated, even as vampires weren’t such an off item around town, feeding was meant to be a much more intimate almost contractual thing. Even more so, almost unheard of as such creatures had access to a hundred other ways of feeding that required less of the human contact they seem to so much as despise. Legend had it, that no mere human could ever go on and about if they were to catch a glimpse of a feeding vampire. Not only had you caught a vampire feeding, but had you also recognised the human along with said vampire being none other than top of the hierarchy Jeon Jungkook. Yet you try to play it safe and ignorant for as long as you are allowed to, even as your whole body freezes as he catches your elbow when you try and move past him in a haste. 

“I’m sure you know I can’t just let you walk away after what you’ve seen, darling”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just walking home after class and you bumped into me” you try your best to keep your tone steady, even as deep down you are pretty much aware that the man knows you’re bullshitting him. 

“Huh. I’ll still keep my eyes on you, Y/N” Jungkook squints his eyes as a smirk draws on his handsome face “Safe way home, doll”

“Well- not that it is any news but you look like you’ve seen better days” you plop down to the place where your friends were gathered in, extra large coffee in hand as your brain still struggles to comprehend the events of last night. 

Hoseok’s voice is heard a few seconds before he even appears in your line of sight “So I’ve heard…things” 

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but if it involves Jeon Jungkook and I last night, it did not happen”

One of your friends lets out a shriek that has most people around turning their heads in your direction “So do vampires really can get it up?”

“I am still not sure about the logistics of it- how does it even happen, do they use the blood they drink or-” 

A deadly look their way is enough to shut them up, Hoseok’s stoic expression back as he shoos the rest of your friend group away “Listen Y/N, Jungkook is a nice guy, I love the guy to pieces but-”

“He could harm me if he wanted to, I get that Hobi, I really do” 

“...I don’t think he wants to” even after having just hung around the man for a short period of time you’re able to tell he is keeping things to himself– which you can only guess makes enough sense, him and Jungkook had been friends since way before the younger joined campus. “Look Y/N, just think things over, I wouldn’t want to see you or Jungkook harmed in any way”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. The mere thought of it enough to have you cackling, worst case scenario, Jeon Jungkook ends up with his heart broken, you would lose so much more than a few emotional struggles. “I’m not even sure I’ll go through with the dare anymore” 

“Good. Just take care of yourself, Y/N” Your eyes seem to gravitate towards the table that was calling Hoseok over, the head of the table– Jeon Jungkook. His eyes seem to linger on yours for a few seconds before he turns to greet his friend with a smile. Perhaps it is yourself that is making things  harder than they should be. 

“Jane Eyre, a classic, I’m more of a Jane Austen guy though” you feel yourself freeze at the velvety voice behind you, as he hands you the book you had previously tried to get from a top shelf– you ahdn’t even sensed him coming, although that is not much news anymore, a chill running down your spine before it settles as heat in your lower side. There’s something more than a try at being friendly in the way he seems to examine your every move– almost vigilante. 

You try your best to collect yourself, clearing your throat as you settle in one of the far left couches, hidden in between the large library collection “Late night study session?”

“Late night session alright, just of more…appeasing endeavours” his words, matched with the way his eyes settle on your neck, lips, back at your eyes, smirk wide enough to show off his sharpened canines before he reaches to take your hand in his, in less than a second his lips pressed to the back of it, quickly turning it to expose your wrist, nipping lightly at the skin “I’m watching you, doll” 

“Iced americano, extra large” his breath tickles your ear as his arm reaches out to place the cup in front of you, next to your open notebook. You can’t even see him– quite unnecessary, for the way that you’re growing accustomed to him showing up just like that. His lips playfully graze the back of your exposed neck, going so much as far with a nip to the sensitive skin and you can feel yourself get heated at the action “Always watching you, dearest”

The man is gone before you can even turn yourself around.

Finals week soon ends just around the corner, a playful invitation with a side of lips too close to your neck, the idea of getting bitten along with a teasing threat makes their way to you. One of the most infamous house parties of Jeon  Jungkook, finals season detox party. The music is blasting through the speakers as you find yourself straying far from everyone else enjoying the various activities and alcohol selection, in search for a particular vampire around the room. You have yet to accept to yourself the way each interaction you have with the man has made it harder and harder to stay away, even so much as a glimpse of his existence as if it weighs you down, keeps your reality in check, the thrill of it, the way your body reacts on its own at having such a predator on the back of your heels at all times of the day, an addictive sort of prey dance around imminent danger. 

You can swear you watch him walk down the corridor– a place that doesn’t seem to be open to the general public, not that there’s any need for it, with the way that the rest of the house is enormous and accessible to all for a good time. Your back is turned to the party, heart pounding, expectant eyes trying to find him. 

“Jungkook has always liked to toy around with his food, you know” a soft gravely voice speaks from behind you, cat-like eyes string back at you as the man reclines against a countertop, dark red liquid hitting his lips from the wine glass he holds in his hand. 

You pull a hand up to your heart, a friendly facade on as you expect not to get in trouble for snooping around as the man clearly seems to be one of Jungkook’s friends “Oh god, you scared me!”

“Funny, with the way you keep placing yourself like a dangling piece of meat above a famished lion” 

“Yoongi hyung, stop trying to scare my guests with vampire talk, I think Hoseok hyung was looking for you” your body now truly tenses up at the voice, his hands travelling to hold you by your waist and you can’t help the million of contradicting feelings it explodes within you. The heat. The freezing touch. Your brain screaming at you to get away from his hold. Something greater begging you to stay. The man– Yoongi, simply shrugs before walking away “I keep forgetting what curious little creatures you humans are” 

“I was just looking for-”

“-Me, I know, irresistable” “How fragile you humans are and so- delectable. You must have found it so hard to stay away after that night, Y/N”

“W-what?”

“The way your body falls pliant with a simple touch of mine” “The sleepless nights you’ve spent  trying to reach an orgasm that doesn’t come while thinking about me” “The absolutely delicious way you smell right now, I could eat you whole, wouldn’t you love that, doll?”

He turns to look back at the party before taking your hand in his and tug you back down the corridor he had previously came out from. You can still quite distinctly hear everyone from the party as a moan makes it way past your lips once his lips connect to your jaw, if anyone were to be standing where you had previously been, you’re sure they would be able to hear you. Two of his fingers find their way into your panties, expertly parting your lips and collecting your wetness in them just to spread it over your clit, circling it a few times before he retreats them back out, digits glistening even in the dark, your knees buckling as you heard him choke back a moan as he licks them clean, not wasting another second to capture your lips in his, tasting yourself briefly before you see his eyes glistening crimson, head diving in to faintly puncture the skin there, enough for you to let out a hiss that has him chuckling. 

Jungkook shuffles to get something out of his pocket, a small pill-like object that he brings to your lips, your tongue circling around the piece as you coat it with saliva, bringing a delightful look to his face as soon enough you hear the motions of the toy vibrating against his fingers, working his way to press it against your clit and you can’t help but clench around nothing, feeling yourself get wetter by the second as he settles the activated toy in place “Be a good pet and try not to get caught, if you’re as deserving as I suspect you are, we’ll have some more fun” the kiss he plants on your lips surely contradicts his actions almost giving you whiplash “Don’t let any other vampires take you from me, you know how we all can smell how heavenly wet you are, doll”

You take a few deep breaths as your body grows accustomed to the feeling of the small vibrator, collecting yourself to whatever game Jungkook was playing, unable to stray any further now that you had had a taste of it. 

“Y/N! Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you” Hoseok’s voice is surely a call down to Earth– at least for the whole five seconds it lasts. 

“I was just-” you bite your lips to stop the impeding whine that threatens to elave your mouth as you feel the vibrations get stronger for a fraction of a second, the man hanging off of Hoseok– cat-like eyes, Yoongi, lets out a gummy smile and a laugh even as Hoseok surely looks terrified “I’m okay”

“I’d say you’re better than just okay, Y/N”

“Oh? You’ve met each other?”

You can only hum as you feel the pressing of the vibrations take up speed only to be let go and repeat one after the other, clenching yourself to minimise the impact only has you furthering the pleasure. 

Yoongi sniffs and turns to look at you with a shit eating grin “We had a talk about playing with your food”

Hoseok surely looks as confused as he could be, not be let into the joke “I’ll just pretend that wasn’t the weirdest sentence I’ve heard in a while” he takes your arm in his, dragging you to an extended version of your group of friends– people you know to be part of Jungkook’s most exclusive clique along with the devil himself resting against a wall– vigilante as ever, hand inside the pocket of his pants, amused smile on his face and all “Anyways, this is Y/N everyone” 

You try your best to bow in greeting, not before sensing a spike in the vibrator enough to have you gushing, surely ruining your panties further. You can’t help but watch equal parts horrified and even more turned on as a few too many eyes flash crimson red at the same time it happens. You know how we all can smell how heavenly wet you are, doll. Jeon Jungkook better be worth all the talk. 

It’s a few minutes, a lot of knee buckling and seemingly starving vampires growing feistier by the second after, that Jungkook deems reasonable to walk away, signalling you to follow him down the corridor– not once looking back to make sure you were following him. 

One of his hands cup the side of your neck, pressing down nicely as soon as you both enter what must be his bedroom, his enlarged canines tracing the side of your exposed neck, nipping harder at the base, enough to have you wriggling against him– the small toy still nestled in between your legs. His hands are quick to work you out of your clothes, tossing them anywhere around the room– to which he hadn’t even bothered to close the door for. His fingers toy with your pantie-clothed pussy, ravishing in the way that they stick to your skin, heightening the efforts of the toy as he presses down harder before deeming it enough teasing and taking the toy out, replacing it with his fingers, digits curling against your walls as his palm stimulates your clit, having you somewhat ride his hand, lips finding their way down your torse until they latch to one of your nipples, sucking it, his tongue drawing circles against it before moving onto the next one. Jungkook works his way down, nibbling at the expanse of your torso, surely leaving marks in his haste until he reaches your cunt, spreading your folds open before lapping up your wetness and you can feel yourself clenching on air as his tongue circles your bundle of nerves. One of his hands travels down to tease your ring of muscle, lubed up and ready to prod at it as the other one holds you steadily up for a better access.

You feel yourself getting a familiar heat in your belly as Jungkook halts his movements, lips against your inner thigh, scraping the skin with his teeth, skin puncturing and drawing blood at the same time as you feel a lubed up toy entering your tight muscle, a few knee jerks to help settle the feeling of having something up your ass while the discomfort washes away with the feeling of Jungkook feeding from you, even the slightest bit, before his tongue travels all the way back to your neck, shuddering voice against your ear “Just relax yourself for me and enjoy the ride, doll”

Sure enough, Jungkook is quick to stroke himself once out of his pants, cock out and standing prettily against him, the tip just barely grazing your folds, collecting your juices before lining himself up against your hole, the mere entrance of his member along with the plug pressed snuggly inside, enough to have you working towards climax. His movements are languid yet deep enough to hear a crack from his bed every now and then, your hands in between his hair, pulling it nicely, toes curling against his lower back in an attempt to push him further in, keep him there for a little while longer. His thrust pick up pace as soon as you start clenching around him, eyes flashing red before he hides his face in your neck, an overwhelming sensation leaving you whimpering loudly, legs shaking as you feel him release inside you shortly after you feel the way his fangs break skin, suckling noises against you, tongue lapping the wound closed, eyes droopy even as you feel yourself coming another time as he stands back to watch your ruined self sprawled open on his bed– collecting every drop of his that threatens to leave you, pushing it all inside with softer thrusts, coming up with another plug out of thin air to keep as much of it inside. 

It surely would have been of great use to find out it would take your more or less a whole twelve hours to get your mind in check as the aphrodisiac from his bite and his come leave your system. If Jungkook leaves his mysteriously stoic persona in favour of staying by your side, neither one of your friends– or his, can say it came as much of a surprise. 

BONUS.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook?” he had just casually dropped the bomb of the nature of your relationship, all while placing an extra large cup of iced americano right in front of you, citing vampire stuff along the lines of never being able to get rid of him.

“Yeah well-”

“Are you shitting me?”

He smiles that smile that has you weak to the knees, bunny teeth and all “If I had said hey so now you’re stuck with me for a lifetime because I imprinted on you you would have ran away on the spot”

“Clearly” just as you’re about to never let him hear the end of it, one of your friends starts calling you over with motions from the other side of the road, you turn to look at the time on your phone, noticing how you were already a few minutes too late for class “This conversation isn’t over yet”

He leans back to capture your lips on his with a sweet peck before you’re rushing down the path “Love you, doll”

“So I take it you’re definitely not telling her that you actually imprinted on her when you first met her and then went around like a kicked puppy trying to get her to notice you for years?” Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes as he watches Yoongi standing idly next to the spot you had just vacated, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up, hyung”

[camlannpod]

Today we are gushing about show creator, Writer Director and all round lovely human, Ella Watts. Ella is a multi-award winning queer, disabled writer and director with a degree in early medieval history and literature from the University of Cambridge. Currently, she’s Head of Production at Six to Start (Zombies, Run!, Marvel Move), where she’s directing a number of original audio drama series for Marvel Comics, including X-Men: Age of Orchis, Daredevil: Terminal Degree and Dr Strange and Scarlet Witch: In Dreams. 

Ella co-created the BBC Sounds spin-off podcast Doctor Who: Redacted, which she produced and directed. She also produced and directed the award-winning podcast Eliza: A Robot Story. Ella is a passionate advocate for audio fiction in all its forms, and has represented the medium on a global stage for the last six years. She’s a member of the Inevitable Foundation’s Elevate Collective for Podcasters 2023.

[fragileizywriting]

Adrien sags against Luka, limp like a wet paper bag. “I can’t feel my balls.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” In fact… “You know, more than fine, actually. A normal demon would be out of it for the next few hours; the fact that you’re talking is amazing.” 

Luka looks… worried. Sort of. Like a man who’s been told that he’s allowed to touch gunpowder, aware that someone right next to him is holding a match, there’s a bit of a daredevil streak in his eyes, lit up by the candlelight surrounding them. “What? Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. Maybe it’s his age that’s helping him, who knows?” Marinette confesses, before turning back to Adrien who is doing his best not to let his gorgeous green eyes go cross. “What’s it like being this young? Really, tell me, I’m curious. It’s been so long since I was your age; how are you dealing with the fact that I’m essentially stealing magic from you?”

“It’s kind of like you’re pulling a drain plug from a bathtub and all the water goes rushing out,” Adrien slurs out. “Like… the contracts I have in my chest are getting sucked out of me.”

“Like your dick is a straw.”

“I hate that analogy,” the Prince groans, but makes no effort to prove her wrong. “You’re one dangerous woman, Marinette.”

She pinches his cheeks. “And you are the cutest little demon Prince I’ve ever snacked on. Oh, I could eat you right up!”

“‘Snacked on’,” he wheezes. Face flushed like he’s catching on to what the predicament is, about how Luka has him in a tight grip and Marinette is taking all she can from him. His chest expands so quickly, sucking in air, attempting to level his heartbeat in a way so that his heart isn’t beating erratically in her ears. Is he nervous? Excited? Worried? That crook in his brow, is that because he’s trying to concentrate? Or is it because he’s trying to plan an escape route. “Oh, I get it now, you’re playing with me because you think I can’t last until you’re full!”

“Uhm, you can’t?” This guy. Oh boy. “It’s kind of the whole point. Succubus, and all that.”

“I can do it.”

“You can not.”

“I absolutely can.”

“Not to play Devil’s advocate here,” Luka interjects, and it is kind of funny, how he’s rock-hard and sweaty yet still managing to have a normal conversation. ‘Normal’. “But you’re aware that she’s— quite literally— capable of ripping out all the magic you have if she wants to. At this point, the fact that she’s taking it bit by bit is because she’s treating us like finger food. She’s sampling. We’re the buffet table.”

Marinette sighs. “You’re such a breath of fresh air, Luka. Thank you for being the wisest guy in this room.”

“I call bullshit. I can do it.”

Oh, god, don’t blame her for rolling her eyes! “Do what, exactly?”

“Keep up.”

“What’s the end goal?” Oh, he’s got her interested now. Marinette’s always loved games, ever since she was first brought into the world. Games and playing, always having some sort of rules or law. “What are you trying to achieve?”

“I’m going to prove that not everybody just gives in to you so easily; you’ve just been picking your lays wrong.”

“Wait a minute,” Luka replies, “that means that if I don’t do that, I’ll be considered weak. What if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me?”

“Then don’t play.”

“What will this prove?” Marinette asks.

“That I’m better.”

Luka barks out a laugh. “Oh, Jesus.”

“I am,” Adrien lobbies. “I’m not some normal loser demon, I can stand up to you.”

“You can not,” she snorts. “You’re going to bend and you’re going to get your perfect ass handed to you, and you’re going to whine and complain about how unfair it is.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Really riveting stuff, you two,” Luka drones in, humor still glinting in those eyes. “Love to see it, honestly.”

“I dare you to try to make me submit to you.”

[grave-queen-jakrabitt]

Okay so I'm a major fan of comics, from Batman and Spiderman to Grendel and spawn (PLEASE FUCKING READ GRENDEL) but being a physically disabled person I gravitated to X men and daredevil.

Now I'm aware that X men started as an allegory for racism that doesn't go over my head but I feel like there's another interpretation of disability that is almost seamless. I'm now going to go in depth about it

Firstly the mutant gene is usually something you'd be born with but sometimes it won't manifest until later. So you get the people that are born different and ones that's that go through accidents and end up disabled. There are mutants that can't control their power, some that pass for non mutants, and slowly degenerating mutants. My brain as a kid made a connection to visible, able bodied passing and degenerative disability

Then you have the stuff that reminds me of "treatment" for disability in the 50s. Being that people in authority wanna either lock mutants away or pick them apart to know how their powers work. They are barely human to some people.

Now we get to the 2 best outcomes for mutants. Charles Xaviers school for gifted young people. A place with accomodations for mutants to learn how to harness their powers like a program that teaches disabled people how to get around problems with our respective disabilities. The use of the word gifted stuck out to me I think because one of my teachers would only call me gifted instead of disabled. This makes sense as Charles wants mutants to be normalized and respected

Magneto wants the same thing as Charles but goes about it differently. While Charles is all about advocating for others within an oppressive system magneto wants to break the system, self advocacy by any mean. Be loud cause a scene to get what you need! If nobody sticks up for us we'll stick up for us we'll do it ourselves.

Then I believe there's actually been a few plotlines about a cure for mutant powers which leads to both forced treatment comparisons and treatment refusal. Over all both mutations and disability aren't positive or negative you have to go case by case. Some people absolutely don't wanna be a mutant, that's fine but some like their powers sometimes just because they learned to control them

For someone like me who's always been physically disabled it's almost a point of pride that I've figured out how to do so much and able bodied people always saying "I'd cure you if I could" is almost disrespectful.

Anyways thank you for reading this it means a lot to me. All of this was just connections made by my brain but this will always be my preferred interpretation

[ask-cloverfield]

So you know how the Tokusatsu Spider-Man had the sobriquet "Emisarry of Hell"

If Daredevil had a toku series his would probably be like "Devil's Advocate"

[winterspiderpurrs]

Look I’m gonna advocate for spideydevil any chance I get, so that’s my vote for the pop star mafia one. Plus, the idea of Tony vacillating between whacking the goody two shoes hero lawyer and trying to get him as a consigliere is very intriguing for me :)

Ooooh! Thats such a good idea!!

I've written very little SpideyDevil [ outside of insinuating a thruple between team red ( Deadpool DareDevil and Spiderman) ]

But it would be an interesting take! Imagine they meet when Matthew comes to interview/question Peter about a possible crime that he thought was tied to the mob and his connection to it.....

The ideas!!!

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

Supporting Character Supplemental - J. Jonah Jameson

John Jonah Jameson Jr. is the publisher and editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, a popular New York City newspaper. The advent of costumed superhero, such as Spider-Man, Daredevil and others aggravated Jameson.  He believed that law enforcement should be left to the police and that masked vigilantes were little better than the criminals they fought against.  Furthermore, Jameson found that lambasting masked heroes as ‘public menaces’ proved an extremely effective means of selling newspapers.  As such, Jameson used the Bugle to rally against costumed mystery men, especially The Amazing Spider-Man whom Jameson held a near obsessive animosity toward.  

As such, the activities of superheroes were often a central feature of The Daily Bugle and Jameson offered good pay to photojournalists who could bring him good pictures of these heroes in action.   The up and coming photographer, Peter Parker, became one of Jameson’s most frequently utilized freelance photojournalists (with Jameson completely unaware of the fact that Parker was so often able to get pictures of Spider-Man because he actually was Spider-Man!).  

Jameson’s ongoing efforts to prove that Spider-Man and other superheroes were menaces has led him to make some very poor and costly decision.  This included funding experiments that resulted in the creation of the super villains known as The Scorpion and The Spider-Slayer.  

The bad judgement Jameson has shown in terms of Spider-Man not withstanding, he has shown himself to be a man of good character, stewarding The Bugle to advocate progressive stances of civil liberties and fighting bigotry. On numerous occasions, Jameson has refused to bow to pressure to run negative stories on Mutants.  He has also shown bravery and integrity in the face of the assorted villains with which the Bugle comes into contact with.

Along with his duties at The Daily Bugle, Jameson was also briefly the Mayor of New York City and later a host for Fact Channel News.  His son, J. Jonah Jr., had been an astronaut who later became the werewolf superhero known as Man-Wolf.  And his father was briefly married to May Parker.

Actor JK Simmons has portrayed J. Jonah Jameson in numerous movies, including the Sony Spider-Man trilogy as well as in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.  The character first appeared int he pages of The Amazing Spider-Man #1 (1962).  

[allthebooksandcrannies]

MHA Poll Time:

Descriptions:

Todosib primary caregiver: Civilian Dabi essentially takes over Fuyumi's canon role in the family after Rei's breakdown, doing his best to take care of his younger siblings while endeavor continues to be endeavor

Rescue hero Dabi: Dabi goes on to be a rescue hero, probably specializing in cold temperature rescues since his heart production/cold resistance makes him extremely well suited to the work, without putting him in danger of overheating/burning. Non-combat hero work probably allows more options for support gear too

Underground hero Dabi: Dabi becomes an underground hero where short, brutal fights allow him to quickly end fights without his temperature weaknesses being a problem. Allows him to be a hero while still rejecting the ranking system endeavor is obsessed with.

Limelight hero Dabi: Dabi becomes a high ranking heavy hitter like his dad. Maybe he works with Endeavor, maybe he's trying to beat him at his own game. Maybe he has support gear that makes it safe, maybe it's an Icarus situation waiting to happen. You decide.

Vigilante Dabi: Instead of becoming a villain, he becomes a vigilante. Similar to the underground hero au in terms of rejecting the ranking system but also rejecting the hero system as a whole without going full vengeance either. Maybe he leans more daredevil, maybe more punisher. Up to you.

All Might's secretary/personal assistant: instead of going the murder route, Dabi's teenage rebellion takes the form of working for his dad's self-declared nemesis. Still brings him into contact with most of the big MHA characters, and introduces some interesting dynamics. Dabi gets to piss off his dad, and All Might gets an ally/advocate familiar with the hero system (and all the major players) who can also afford to be pushy where All Might would be expected to smile.

Please reblog for a bigger sample size!!!!

[yxstxrdrxxm]

Ooh, Navina-mun. I appreciate the little blurb for Boss. Boss is such an interesting contradiction. He definitely comes off as a control-freak, and yet, as in control as he is, it seems like he's only interested in being in control so long as he finds you interesting. I imagine the minute he finds you predictable, that's it for him. It's over.

I can definitely see why he's not interested in a relationship, but also, why he'd be a monster if he was in one.

Reading that blurb, I gotta wonder if there's even anyone that could end up worming their way into his heart.

(I mean, I'd still try and fail miserably, but I would give it a shot.)

It would be incredibly funny to see him interact with someone who's either extremely unpredictable (which would be horrible for his control aspect), or someone who's a little too headstrong and very self-confident (i.e. someone who was neutral to positive on him) and could push back on his attempts to love bomb them. Lol.

Boss still has a lot of skeletons in his closet, particularly how he managed to rise up the ranks and the fact that he's with Celestia definitely raises an eyebrow. If you ever choose to flesh him out, I'd be interested in hearing more.

If you ever put out a call in an AU for his match-up, I'd throw my hat in the ring. LOL

Oh yeah, he's definitely controlling. He likes being the one who's, in his title/'name', the boss of everything in his life. It's why I can't see him in a relationship because God forbid you become stale for him. He'd just dump you without hesitation, and that sucks.

It would be incredibly funny to see him interact with someone who's either extremely unpredictable (which would be horrible for his control aspect), or someone who's a little too headstrong and very self-confident (i.e. someone who was neutral to positive on him) and could push back on his attempts to love bomb them. Lol.

You. You get it. You get my vision.

Like I don't exactly advocate much on people toying with others but OOOOOH him being with someone who's on those spectrums... It's so funny to think of how the dynamic will do. If he's with someone who would be unpredictable, he'd never get bored, but he would find ways to ''deal'' with the issue. If its someone else, that could have a push and pull.

He doesn't exactly enjoy the feeling of losing control, but he enjoys the possibility. A daredevil, if you will.

Boss still has a lot of skeletons in his closet, particularly how he managed to rise up the ranks and the fact that he's with Celestia definitely raises an eyebrow.

He does, yeah, but I think you guys will understand what kind of shit he's got hiding. The least of your worries would be on how he managed to get to Celestia Inc. because man... Man there's more to it lol.

I may think about this more though. At least, as a joke 'match up' LMAOOOO

[thatwannabegirlsblog]

Guess who just started rewatching daredevil all over again.....hi it's me (I'm the problem it's me). I literally started rewatching daredevil. When I watched it for the first time I already declared it to be the BEST SERIES. I don't know and I don't think so there's anyone as crazy as me for daredevil. It's literally so much more than just a series. And I remember I started making a digital painting of the very cute catholic advocate Matt Murdock. And I still haven't completed it yet but this time I will complete it.

I just love it when I rewatch stuff I just find things that I somehow ignored previously. Some dialogues, some details or some references. It just makes me so happy. Matt Murdock is love 🫶🏻.

[americancowgirl19]

He’s Queen

Summary: You finally have your queen and soon you’ll have Frank out in the open as well

Warnings: angst, fluff, nakedness, sexy scene without being full on sex

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt

Word Count: 2448

A/n: Guess I’ll start working on part seven now LOL! I absolutely LOVE writing for this series!

Message me if you wanna be added/subtracted from the taglist!

@insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @liffydaze @tsukishimawhore @glowstick-lesbian @izzy-jez @cuddle-pie @marie975 @mylifeispainandiloveit @izbelross​ 

Special shout out to @raelwrites​ (I really hope that tagged you correctly) for inspiring me to write this fiction series with her own series called - Gunpowder and Cinnamon! It’s worth a look! Promise!

Masterlist - Part Five

Once Matt entered the private room, he released a large sigh. He heard Frank coming up to him and Matt practically rushed to meet him. Frank grinned pulling Matt into his arms.

“You were perfect, baby,” Frank whispered, kissing the top of his head. Matt hums breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth.

“I wish you were out there with us,” Matt mumbled.

“I know,” Frank whisper, holding him even tighter. “Soon,” He promises. “Whenever you need me just focus on the upper balcony. I’ll be hiding there with a few friends,”

“Then I’ll never focus on anything else,” Matt murmurs. Frank smirks leaning Matt’s head back. Matt huffs resting his head against Franks.

“I know today is going to be a lot, alright? It’s going to be long and filled with political bullshit, but Y/n is going to be right by your side the entire time,” Frank promises. “She won’t let you go through this alone,”

“She had too,” Matt whispers. 

“Yeah,” Frank sighs hating that he couldn’t be with you when you desperately needed someone by your side. He wasn’t exactly excited about the new restrictions on his Punisher activities but if it cleaned his image and allowed him to be with the two of you, he’d do it without much complaining. “But now none of us have to do anything alone anymore and we both have you to thank for that,” Matt blushes a little bit.

Adjusting to Daredevil was more natural than he thought it would be. Well, natural in the terms of fighting. The two of them could read each other easily and hardly needed to talk to understand the next move. The no-killing deal was hard to get behind. Matt was always there to stop him, and it was beyond annoying.

The two of them pull apart as you come into the room. You quickly shut the door behind you before anyone can peak in. You - like Matt had done - release a large sigh causing them both to smile.

“Matt - baby - you did so well,” You praise walking up to him. Before he could say anything, you’re giving him a small kiss. Being between you and Frank while kissing you made all the stress from the day slowly dissipate. “Finally... I have a queen,” You whisper against his lips. “A very handsome one at that,” You flirt.

Matt blushes and takes cover in the crook of your neck. You smile holding him closely. The two of you couldn’t hide for long, however. You had to meet with all the guests, shake hands, and make small talk.

“We have a few minutes but not long. Go take a seat because you’ll be on your feet all day,” You push him towards the chair before turning towards Frank.

Frank straightens his suit and gives a little spin. You laugh pulling him towards you. Your lips eagerly met, and he greedily pulled you into him. You moan softly before forcing yourself to pull away.

“Thank you for dressing up,” You whisper, running your hands over his chest.

“I expect a reward later,” He muttered, and you laugh but send him a wink. “I love you,” He whispers.

“I love you too,” You kiss him again before stepping away.

You grab Matt, and together the two of you enter the crowd. Matt keeps his arm linked with yours allowing you to guide him through the crowd. He was eternally grateful you advocated to keep the scents of the flowers and candles to be light. If all the scents overwhelmed him, he could either focus on the neutral scents or on you. Let’s be real, if anything became overwhelming, he naturally focused on you.

You were a calming beckon for him. He focused on everything about you from your silk dress to your steady heartbeat. He knew he was safe with you, especially since he could easily find Frank on the upper deck.

Being beside you and knowing Frank was close made it easier to deal with everyone. You guided him through the crowd introducing him to everyone. He met kings and queens, lords and ladies.

“Valkyrie,” You greeted with a smile.

“Please, today is a day of friendship and happiness. There’s no need to be formal, especially with me,” she says giving you a giant grin. “I’m Brunnhilde,” She introduces herself to Matt. “And I like to think of myself as Y/n closest friend,” She smirks.

“Easy, Natasha is around here somewhere,” You joke. She scoffs.

“I’ll take on that old spider anytime,” Brunnhilde waves dismissively. The two of you laugh.

“Matt, Brunnhilde spent a few years here as my father’s ward. We grew close during that time,”

“The only person to come close to drinking me under the table,” Brunnhilde boast. “But not quite,” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just happy we were able to make fools out of Thor and Loki,” you said, and she laughs loudly.

“As if that’s hard,” She smirks, and you agree. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re about to make a handsome deal with me,”

“You’d think by now I’d know how much of a security risk Banner is,” You grumble rolling your eyes.

“Oh, relax,” Brunnhilde pats your shoulder. “He’s only an open book with a select few and nobody can keep anything from me,” She winks at you.

“Yes, I plan on making a deal with a few people but today’s not the day to discuss these matters,” you tell her.

“Of course! Today isn’t about us, it’s about your queen. I’ll tell you now he’ll be the envy of the kingdom,” She smirks winking at you.

“No,” You whisper turning your head towards him. “I’ll be...” You mutter kissing his cheek lightly. Matt smiles bumping his head against yours. “Excuse us,”

You continue to lead Matt around. Not everyone was as pleasant as others, but Matt was handling everything well. When you noticed he needed a break you took him to the side for a breather. Never once did you pull your arm from his.

“How did you do this by yourself?” Matt asks under his breath. “All the lies and fake politeness, the politics and handshakes,”

“My coronation wasn’t quite like this,” you tell him. “My father had just passed so there were more condolences and even more lies. Lies of loyalty and support. Fake kindnesses. Everyone’s everyone’s friend in times of grief and celebration,”

“I’m sorry,” Matt whispers, rubbing his head against your neck. You lightly shush him before moving his head back to kiss his lips.

“Don’t ever hesitate to ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything,” You promise. “Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows - you know this. I’ll share everything with you. The laughs and the heartbreaks,” 

“I love you,” Matt whispers. You grin from ear to ear, pulling him impossibly closer.

“I love you too, my queen,” You mutter before kissing him again. “Come on, the night isn’t over yet,” Matt groans but lets you pull him back into the crowd.

“Excuse me, I’d like to give my congratulations,” A gentle, low tone says from behind you. When you turn you give the man one of the few genuine smiles of the day.

“T’Challa,” You greet giving him a warm side hug - still not willing to release your omega. “I’m glad you could make it, I understand you’re going through some... difficulties at home,”

“Nothing I cannot manage, I assure you,” T’Challa promises. “Are you still planning on visiting in a few weeks?” He asks.

“Yes, I have things I’d rather discuss with you in person,” You tell him.

“Then we will eagerly await your arrival,” T’Challa nods, bowing slightly. You return the bow out of respect. Not one for unnecessary discussions, T’Challa takes his leave.

“He’s lying,” Matt whispers just for you. “The problem in Wakanda is bigger than he’s letting on,” You hum thoughtfully but knowing now isn’t the time to discuss things.

“Ah, Mr. Stark...”

The night couldn’t be over fast enough. When the crowd thinned, and you finally led him back to the room Matt finally allowed himself to relax. You laughed softly as he unceremoniously collapsed on the bed. You begin to undress yourself when Frank climbs in through the window. You didn’t bother scolding him.

“Come here,” Frank murmurs to you. You grin swaying your hips as you move to him. Frank growls grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. “You look beautiful,” He whispers lightly kissing your lips. “Stunning,” He adds, going for your throat. “Regal,”

“Help me out of my dress,” You whisper. Frank nips your bear shoulder before turning you around. His warm, calloused fingers pull the zipper of your dress down your back. When the fabric falls to the floor your left in your underwear only - no bra.

Frank moans, his hands squeezing your hips before delicately grazing up your sides before stopping at their destination - you tits. You moan quietly, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he massages the both of them simultaneously. 

“You know,” You whisper, glancing at Matt - who’s still laying on the bed. “I’m not the one that was coronated today,” You let out a low groan when Frank tweaks your nipples and grinds his bulge against your ass.

“You’re right,” He whispers, giving your shoulder a kiss before walking around you and towards Matt.

One week after Matt’s coronation positive report about the Punisher begin to flow in. Natasha gave them to you with a knowing grin - she knew (and approved) of what you were doing.

Two weeks after the coronation your deal with Valkyrie and the Guardians was complete. The first stages were in motion as well as the plan to distribute the wealth among your people.

Three weeks after the coronation you prepare for your trip to Wakanda. 

“I don’t think you should go,” Matt says, standing to the side with his arms crossed. “Everything is pointing towards a mutiny in Wakanda. It’ll happen any day now, I don’t want you there,”

“Now is the best time to go,” you tell him. “It’s fall and absolutely beautiful there,” You explain.

“No offense, but I don’t exactly care about what season Wakanda is going through,” Matt snips.

“You should,” you tell him. “Even the blind can appreciate the change in seasons,” you say. Matt sighs frustratingly.

“Fine, I’ll bite, what’s up with the change of season?” He questions.

“It’s nearly winter. Leaves are falling off the trees but there’s still decent cover. There’re not many hiding places for the enemy to claim and with all the leaves on the ground you’ll hear anyone coming,” You explain.

“If you brought me, you wouldn’t have to worry about that,” Matt tells you again.

“No,” You shake your head.

“So, you can risk your life, but I can’t risk mine?”

“Oh, don’t pull that card. You get to risk your life every day as Daredevil, love,” You tell him.

“Is that what this is about? You need some kind of adventure?” He asks and you sigh finally coming to stand in front of him.

“No,” You whisper, resting your hands on his hips. “I’m not taking you because you lived in the center of a war for most of your life and you choose to partake in violent activities at night with Frank. I don’t want to bring you to Wakanda because of the threat of another war. I don’t want you to go through anymore violence than you already are,” Matt opens his mouth, but you lightly shush him, pulling him closer. “I have to go, baby. The deal between me and T’Challa will help solidify his hold on the throne. Me going shows solidarity and I just won a war against a very powerful opponent,”

“At least take Frank with you. Don’t go alone,” Matt whispers, his hands rubbing your arms.

“No can do, baby. You’re still new to the kingdom and I don’t trust everyone in court to be kind to you. Frank stays with you,” You whisper kissing his forehead and stepping back. Matt growls running his hand through his hair. “I’m not going alone, love,” You promise. “I’m not that stupid,”

“Who are you taking?” Matt asks. 

“Natasha and Yelena,” you tell him. “Maria and Sharon will be waiting on the outskirts of the kingdom ready to come if we need them. We’re keeping our party small,”

“Small party, less casualties,” Matt growls.

“If we bring too many, we’ll make the people of Wakanda nervous. Our business with Valkyrie and the Guardians isn’t public yet. We bring too many people they might feel like we’re invading or planning a takeover. In their eyes we already have Fisk’s territory why not T’Challa’s as well? Why not take his kingdom out from under him while he’s busy with this Erik Killmonger bullshit?”

Matt growls pacing. You watch him for a moment before returning to his side. You let out a low purr while guiding him into your arms. He was still huffing and puffing but you eventually got him to relax.

“I know you’re worried, baby,” You whisper. “But there’s nothing - not even death herself - that will stop me from coming back to you,” You promise.

“That’s not entirely comforting,” Matt whisper. He leans back and presses his head against yours. “I don’t want you going. I don’t doubt you can handle yourself and I know this is important but I’m still asking you to stay,” Matt pleads. “I don’t want you to be there when the threat of war turns into reality. I don’t want you in danger or getting hurt,”

“I’m king, Matt,” You whisper. “I’ll never be safe,”

“You are,” He states as fact instead of opinion. “Right here, in my arms. The only way you could possibly be safer is if Frank was with us,”

“I love you, Matt Murdock,” You whisper, pressing your lips against his.

Despite all the effort not only Matt put in but Frank as well to keep you from going to Wakanda - you still went. T’Challa is someone you strongly respect and a very close friend. Taking risks is what being king is. T’Challa is worth the risk.

Only, Killmonger anticipated your move. There were only a select few things where you were predictable in and Killmonger picked up on it. He timed his revolution against T’Challa perfectly with your arrival to Wakanda. When you were in the throne room greeting T’Challa Killmonger busted through the door and challenged the king for the throne through death by combat.

You really should have stayed with Frank and Matt.