#matt murdock/plus size reader

[ms-nesbit]

im going to give two options for fic drops, and you decide which you prefer.

(options are seen below)

option one:

Bucky perched atop the abandoned building, hiding his shadow among the darkness of the twilight night. In the cold hours, when the birds lay their heads to rest, and devils rise from the dead, his left shoulder ached from the contact of the vibranium arm. Nevertheless, the tension in his shoulder came second to the bitter breeze stabbing his cheeks, despite the facial hair he grew solely for warm sustenance. Yet, as he sat perched along the flat overhang of the building, his combat boots pressed hard against the large concrete blocks below him, Bucky’s focus drifted from his task (which was, simply put, to observe the relation of the mob crime scene along Midtown), the dishes left waiting for him back in his quaint studio in Harlem, the bitter cold that hit so much more in late February, and her.

option two:

...

As Matthew stepped through the streets, one block after another, he encountered a pleasant concoction of jasmine, vanilla, and bergamot that he couldn’t shake off. So, Matthew pursued it, leading him to an outdoor seating area of a Greek restaurant. There, he heard a roar of laughter, followed by a hiccup, all from a single person. He grinned to himself as he listened ...

[drakudoll]

Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.

[booty-stealer]

How I look in the mirror after watching a bunch of fictional men and women take their shirts off

[star-crossed-sluts]

Matt Murdock X Chubby!Fem!Reader

Contents: 2.2k words, love confession/discussion, cheeky reader, giggly sex, chubby female reader, slight insecure reader but that's quickly solved, mentions of bullying regarding weight though very brief

Minors DNI

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You've dealt with strange looks all your life. It wasn't surprising their whispers had infiltrated your mind. Often you managed to catch yourself, stopping the thoughts that weren't quite yours. When you first met Matt, the most frequent one was, of course, you could only get a blind man to like you. It was cruel, and you tried to chase it away every time, but there was a small part of you that thought, if only I can keep him from touching me, we can go on like this. 

Because you were a fool. 

He always grabs your hips first, almost a warning of the devil to come. 

“What’re you doing up,” he rumbled against your neck, voice thick with sleep. You're half-sure he’s subconsciously tracking how long you've been away from his arms every night, waking himself when the timer passes your usual bathroom breaks’ duration. 

His hands push even further, rubbing your sides until he's gripped two handfuls of your soft stomach. Bare chest plastered against your back, his grip manhandling your hips back to meet his. You used to shy away from his touch, wanting to keep the you from reality separate from the you he's crafted in his mind's eye. 

Little hard to feel ashamed of your body when he was rocking his hard-on against your ass.

“You're insatiable, Matthew.” 

His groan was pained, like you were terribly twisting his arm instead of letting him fondle you in the kitchenette. “Don't call me Matthew,” he griped, one hand searching for the bottom of your nightshirt. “Reminds me of my priest.” 

You leaned into him, a fond smile playing on your lips as he found the edge of your panties, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “Because you’re such an altar boy,” you joked as his fingers trailed the hem, outlining the curve where your leg met your mound. You know the moment he thinks of a retort, because his lips twitch against your pulse.

“Well, I do seem to spend a lot of time on my knees-” He burst into laughter as your elbow came back at him, letting you attack his ribs to distract you from the way his hand explored your upper thigh. “Abuse,” he accused, “attacking a blind man!”

“It’s alright, I know a great lawyer.”

Matt chuckled against the thrumming vein in your neck, his grip on your stomach pulling you tighter against him. “Yeah? You know, my rates are pretty steep, but I think we can come up with some alternative payment.”

“I was talking about Foggy.”

His laugh flew out of him, taken completely off guard, and sent you into manic giggles right along with him, throwing yourself back against his chest to hold you upright. “You're terrible,” he cackled, tugging you to shuffle backwards to the bedroom with him. “Come back to bed, trouble.” 

“Oh, don't you start with me,” you faux-threatened, but still gave in and helped him navigate the living room. “You're so much more trouble than I am.” 

He pretended to mull it over, hmm-ing and mmm-ing between soft kisses on your neck. “Alright,” he decided, “I'll let you have that one. Y'know, since you obviously need a win right now.” 

You hit the mattress, helping each other climb into bed like you hadn't been in months, as opposed to the twenty minutes it took you to make and drink your sleep aid. Only when you were wrapped in each other's arms again did you gush, “oh, yes, obviously. How can I thank you, Matty?”

Who could ever think you were anything but beautiful - that he thought you were anything but stunning - when he got such an eager, bashful grin at the suggestion. When his entire face lit up with a pink hue, as if he hasn't helped himself to your body any chance he got. How long have you lived together, and he still got that cute crinkle in the corners of his eyes with the force of his beaming as he dove for your lips. 

“Y'know,” he murmured into your mouth, “I was disappointed when I woke up and you were gone.” 

You dragged your hands down his bare back, snapping his waistband with a grin. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he emphasized, like he was offended by the teasing tone you took with him, snapping your underwear. A warning that he was ready to give as good as he got. “It's not nice to leave your boyfriend all alone in bed.”

You hummed, pretending to really consider that as you let him pull you to straddle his hips. He helped you out of your night shirt, tossing the thin fabric aside and letting out a pleased groan as you plastered your chest to his. You dragged your lips softly over his jaw, a smile twitching into place as he chased you, trying to catch a kiss. “Are you saying you think I should make it up to you?” 

“I'm saying it's been entirely too long since you've sat on my face.” 

A laugh burst from you at that, even as Matt peeled your underwear down your thighs. “Oh, yes, it's already been several days!”

“Exactly: it's been days,” he groaned, offering his hands for you to balance as you tossed around to escape the cotton around your knees, working them down one leg, then the other. 

“Next time,” you promised with a soft kiss, nimble fingers working the strings on his pants. “I drank my-”

“Your sleepy girl mocktail?” He grinned like he could feel your embarrassed glare, kissing the pout off your lips. “Can taste it. You added honey tonight?” 

“I needed something to make it sweeter,” you huffed. A tap on his hip and he lifted them for you, helping you work his pants off. You couldn't help a smile as his dick slapped his stomach, leaving a smudge of pearly precum on his smooth skin. “You're such an evil man,” you accused, wrapping your fingers around his base to watch the way his hips jerked into your palm. A stroke with your thumb along that thick vein and he leaked another stream, dripping down the side of him and onto your hand. “You're this hard when you've been teasing your poor girlfriend?” 

Your hips moved on their own when he slid two thick fingers between his lips, grinding against him as he laved his tongue over the digits. That smug grin you hated to love spread across his face as his wet fingers fit themselves to your slit, one rubbing soft shapes into your clit while the other pressed inside you. “My poor girlfriend,” he mused, “who never gets off on teasing me?” 

You shut him up with a kiss, trying to smother his chuckles that told you he knew exactly what you were doing. Still, it didn't stop him from taking advantage, pressing his tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. The bitterness of the tart cherry juice and the sweetness of the honey from your drink dancing on his tongue, disappointingly hiding the taste of you that he's begun to crave. If he pushed deeper, he could almost imagine he found it again, in the back of your throat where nothing could reach but him. Somehow it felt even more intimate than the way you worked each other up with your hands: being the only one to know what you taste like behind the toothpaste and soda you cycled through daily. 

Matt's no idiot. He hears the comments you get, feels the stares - sometimes even more than you do. He wished he could find a way to tell you how wrong they were, but how would he even begin? How do you tell someone that when you wake up alone, the first thing you do is listen for where your girlfriend’s gone? That you could sculpt her exactly from how much you touch her, desperate to commit her to memory. How do you tell someone that even without your sight, your every sense is devoted to her?

He supposed he could settle for making you see stars while he figured it out.

You grinned against Matt's lips, a slight giggle falling out, as he rolled you onto your back. You were always tempted to make fun of him for his favorite position, but there was nothing Catholic about the way he took you.

Your hands kept working his cock as he arranged you - hooking your knees over the crooks of his elbows so he could feel your thick thighs pressed against him - to hear him curse under his breath. “Careful,” he warned, kissing his way down the side of your neck, “or we'll be up all night,”

“Mm, is that supposed to discourage me?” 

A strained laugh against your tender skin as you gave a particularly harsh tug. “You think you're so cute,” he managed out, trying to sound anything other than reverent.

You shared a chaste kiss as you guided him between your thighs. “I'm adorable,”

“Yes, you are. Arms around my neck, angel.” 

You always ended up the same way when one or the other needed some love. Nose to nose, lips glancing off each other like you were shy teenagers again. Your legs over Matt's arms gave him the feeling of holding you completely, letting his hands wander to feel every reaction your body gave him. Your arms around his neck, letting you claw up his back or card through his soft hair, pull his mouth wherever you wanted it. 

A match made in heaven. 

Matt had long since broken you of your bad habit to muffle yourself, the breathy moan falling unhindered from your lips as he pressed into you like coming home. Your voice rang in the empty bedroom, more beautiful than any song, perfectly accompanied by the slick sounds from your cunt as he started a slow, grinding pace. Your hands clenched and unclenched, scratching the base of his neck as you lost yourselves in each other. Lips connected in passing swipes, sharing a deep kiss and almost separating before diving back in. His fingers traced every curve, dip and fold of your soft skin, reveling in your body the way only a man truly in love could. 

The word haunted him until he told you. “Love you,” he managed through heaving breaths, soft and quiet in the privacy of the bed you shared. Then, as if afraid you hadn’t heard him, he said it louder. “I’m in love with you, y’know that?” 

“Matty,”

A great big grin spread over his face when you whined, ankles locking together behind him like you thought he’d stop talking if he fucked you deeper. “Why so shy,” he hummed, stealing another wet kiss. “You didn’t know that? I don’t tell you enough?” He felt your feet kick and your lips turn into a pout, laughing at your mini fit. 

“‘S different,” you insisted, dragging him back to your lips, only to pull him back once you’ve thought of a defense. “In love is bigger than love.” 

It’s a conversation you had in the early stages, when friendship was just barely turning into something more, when you were both stuck dropping hints, hoping the other would make the leap. You didn’t think he remembered until he managed to quote you with his hips pressed into yours. “‘Love is a feeling you can’t control, being in love is a choice- a commitment,’ I know.” He plunged into you as deeply as he could, bringing your lips to his with his palms cupping your round cheeks. He only pulled back when you were both struggling to breathe, searching each other’s air for anything you could get from it. “I,” he enunciated carefully, making sure he left no room for misinterpretation, “am hopelessly in love with you, darling. I choose you every hour of the day. I would choose you in a room of women, I would choose you if you were a worm, and in every other ridiculous scenario that you let keep you up at night.” He heard your lips part as your jaw went slack, smelled the salt of your budding tears as he ranted to you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I know it’s bigger, and you don’t have-”

“I’m in love with you.”

He felt his heart thump in his chest, beating its way out as you dragged him down to your level, smacking a hundred split-second kisses to every inch of his face. “I love you, I am in love with you, I would pick you- I love you so much, Matty!” 

He pulled your hips up higher on his lap so he could get closer to you, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest until there wasn’t a breath of air between you. His firm body pressing into your soft one like he could make a home in your chest, let you surround him until you would never have to be apart. 

“I hope you realize we’ll definitely be up all night now,”

“I’m not the one who has court tomorrow,” 

A giddy laugh smothered in the crook of your neck as his hips started pumping into you again. “You are trouble,”

You pressed your lips to his temple. “Perfect match for you, then.”

“Yes, you are.”

[capybaramurdock]

💄💋𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞💋💄

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Plus Size!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: Foggy and Marci’s wedding is around the corner, and you just need to find a lipstick that won’t smear through food, dancing, or “rom-com climax” level vows. Matt’s the perfect test subject, and your kiss-stained canvas.

“You want the perfect lipstick for their big day, clearly a matter of national importance…” “And here I was thinking you were just looking for an excuse to kiss me over and over.”

It’s not just science. It’s love.

Prefer to read on ao3? Available on there too! https://archiveofourown.org/works/66037951

Divider by: @dollywons

“…Matty, are you sureeee you’re not getting bored of this yet?” you ask sweetly, focusing on your reflection in the tiny compact mirror while you swipe on another shade, there’s been so many already, you’ve already lost count.

The eighth or ninth, maybe?

Matt is seated on the couch right next to you, his suit jacket discarded, collar and tie loosened, his lips coated and smudged in different shades of red, pinks, berries, wines, and a few corals. Your sweet, kiss-stained canvas.

“I’m blind, not numb to your touch,” he replies, he’s barely managing not to smile, despite his face nearly in a swoon. “Carry on, Counselor.”

You climb back over, your soft, plus thighs straddling his lap without hesitation. His hands find your hips automatically.

“Ready?”

“For science,” he replies, straight-faced and serious.

You kiss him slowly and deliberately. Once. Twice. Three times for good measure. Then pull back with mock precision to inspect the damage.

You pout slightly, checking his lips, brushing your thumb along the corner.

“…ugh, seriously? It still transferred.” You sigh dramatically, grabbing a makeup wipe and removing that shade from your lips.

“Well, I think I’ve got a few more rounds in me,” he offers, he can’t keep the smirk off his face this time, though. “Purely for science and the sake of research.”

Your pout grows as you ask him softly, looking at his face and how it resembles a blotchy Valentine’s Day card, “and you’re sure I’m not wearing you out?” You start to slightly lean away, like you’ll climb out of his lap if he asks.

He can’t hide the slightly blissed out look on his face now as he replies, almost teasing, “I’m a very patient man…and besides, I’m not exactly suffering.”

A chuckle escapes your lips as you settle into his lap further without a second thought. It’s easy like this, natural. His hands move back to you with instinct, fingers resting warm and steady on your thighs this time.

“I just…” you hesitate, reaching for another tube and twisting it in your hand for a moment, “I wanna make sure it lasts, y’know? I’m gonna be eating, talking, dancing…crying especially. Marci said the vows were going to be and I quote “full rom-com climax” level of emotional.”

“You want the perfect lipstick for their big day, clearly a matter of national importance…” he pauses to chuckle before he adds, “And here I was, thinking you were just looking for an excuse to kiss me over and over.”

“…eh, well I suppose that too…”

He lets out a faux dramatic sigh, but his hands squeeze your thighs like he’s not planning to let you go, “…ah, the things I do for love…”

You roll your eyes playfully, picking the compact mirror up and replying softly, “Alright now, Courage, you know you love it, but I need you to hush and be still so I can apply this one clearly.”

He doesn’t deny it, doesn’t even try. Why would he? But he does listen and stays still for you.

You swipe on the next shade, a soft rose with a light, glittery sheen. Pretty and subtle. One that makes you feel…a little more polished. A little more “wedding guest” and a little less “melting in a reception tent in over 100-degree weather”.

Matt must sense the shift in your mood, though, because when you lean in, one of his hands moves up from your thigh and cards his fingers through your hair, and his voice is softer, “What’s going on up here, hm?”

You shrug but look at him with a fond expression, “…it’s stupid…”

He waits, doesn’t push. Just keeps the one hand on your thigh and the other in your hair, holding you like you belong there, because you both know you do. So, you continue with your thoughts.

“It’s just…well, lipstick draws attention to my mouth…and pictures last forever…and I don’t know, sometimes I feel like there’s a spotlight on all the things I’d rather people not be focused on, y’know?”

Matt’s brows lift slightly, and he moves his hand from your hair to brush his fingertips over your bottom lip. “Sometimes, I wish you could see yourself in the way that I sense you when I touch you,” he murmurs. “You’d never second-guess yourself again.”

Your breath hitches as you continue looking at him fondly, hearts would surely be in your eyes if this were a cartoon.

“This mouth?” he continues, brushing his thumb there now, so gently it makes you shiver. “Is my favorite thing to kiss. To listen to. To wake up next to. You have no idea how beautiful you are when you smile. And you are going to smile at that wedding…or else.”

You giggle a little as you blink back the sudden warmth behind your eyes. “You’re just saying that because you’re covered in my lip prints.”

“That may be true,” he concedes, grinning. “But it doesn't make me wrong.”

You lean down, kissing him again…much slower this time. Not in a rush for the sake of testing. Just a soft, thoughtful, and sweet kiss of affection.

When you pull back, there’s a faint smear. You sigh. “Ugh, still not transfer-proof.”

Matt shrugs, completely content. “I’ll endure.”

You laugh, reaching for the next tube and another makeup wipe. “Mhm, you’re such a trooper.”

Matt hums, tugging you closer without effort, both of his hands moving to be a gentle weight on your waist now. “For you? Always.”

Then he leans in, not for your lips this time, but lower, and presses his mouth softly to your jaw.

You feel a faint tackiness immediately.

“Wait—” you blink, drawing back a little, “Matt, did you just—?”

Matt tilts his head, lips still tinted with your last experiment, not even trying to hide the smug edge in his smile. “Might’ve left a little something of my own behind.”

You grab the compact mirror again and look at your reflection. Sure enough: a warm rose-pink kiss mark, right beneath your cheekbone, like a stamp. A quiet little claim.

You glance back at him, cheeks warming. “That wasn’t part of the test.”

“No,” he says, his thumb ghosting along the edge of the mark. “That one was just for me.”

The air between you softens, full of things unsaid but understood.

Then—

“Matt? You home?”

You freeze.

Matt doesn’t.

He lifts his voice, deadpan. “Living room. Don’t mind the science.”

You make a soft, mortified sound and go to reach for the nearest makeup wipe, but it’s too late—Foggy steps into view and immediately short-circuits.

He stops. Stares. Eyes take in everything: the lipsticks scattered like crime scene evidence, your position in Matt’s lap, his entire face covered in various shades, and the clear smear of a fresh kiss on your jaw.

“Oh,” Foggy says flatly. “So, we’re doing this now, huh?”

Matt lifts a hand in greeting, not even flinching, he almost looks proud to have your prints all over him. “Hey, man. Testing long-wear lipstick durability. It’s for the wedding.”

You groan. “Matt.”

“Hey, it’s science,” Matt says. “Very serious business.”

Foggy gestures vaguely toward you. “Did she win, or are you both just... permanently stained now?”

“I’m not sure,” Matt says thoughtfully. “But I think I like this one best.”

You swat his chest with the back of your hand, trying to suppress your laughter as Foggy turns to leave.

“Oh, and Marci says no reds unless they’re bulletproof,” Foggy calls over his shoulder. “Something about reception napkins and revenge.”

The front door shuts behind him.

You exhale a dramatic sigh, your head resting against Matt’s shoulder. “He’s never gonna let this go.”

“He’s gonna bring it up in his best man speech,” Matt agrees, kissing the top of your head.

You lean back just enough to meet his smile, your voice a little softer now. “I think I found my favorite shade after all.”

His grin widens. “Yeah?”

You nod and press one last, perfect kiss to the corner of his mouth.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

If you’re wondering, yes, she wore the glittery rose shade to the wedding! And yes, Matt looked smug the entire time! 💞

I got inspired by the pictured Archie comics scene! 💖

✨Hope you enjoyed! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!✨

[aradassbadass]

neighbor!frank breaks into your apartment

✧ to say that frank wasnt the slightest bit curious albeit on edge about you arrival would be a complete and total lie.

✧ he had seen the guys moving boxes and such into the apartment through the peephole on his day off and caught a few glimpses of you as you would come and go getting groceries and what he could only assume were other household necessities.

✧ his past made it hard for him to just accept someone being in close proximity to him as it could all be a threat so he decided to investigate and your inability to lock your door consistently made it very easy for him to do so.

✧ his first trip he looked around the apartment the layout identical to his own yet much more filled with life. you didnt have a couch yet but there was a tv and a coffee table that was littered with knick knacks. it was lit with a small lamp that provided warm lightening and many many candles and wax melts that smelt of sugar and vanilla.

✧his second trip consisted of him shuffling through your papers that you had splayed out on your nightstand reading your name. (making a mental not so karen could do a full deep dive if need be) it was through this that he found out you had two bachelor degrees one in biology and another in history. needless to say he was slightly impressed.

✧ the third and final time he looked through your medicine cabinets making mental notes of the vast amount prescription meds you had. he even found your not so hidden toys.

✧ he blushed and quickly closed the cabinet and made his way back out into the living area and into the kitchen opening your fridge. just fruit, a loaf of artisan bread, some water and an redbull.

✧he opened the small pantry seeing cereal remembering your lack of milk, flour, sugar, fruit-snacks, and alot and i mean alot of protein bars. he wordlessly took one and left locking the door behind him.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

all i’m gonna say is that some people in the daredevil fandom you can tell that they’re writing smut for skinny people.

so for all of my plus size matt fans;

thinking about him being the first person you meet who doesn’t treat you like you’re made of glass.

thinking about him pulling you and tugging you and picking you up like it’s nothing and it’s so sexy

thinking about how you never have to feel like he’s settling for you, because truly, he did fall in love with you and not your body. not that your body isn’t sexy! in fact—

thinking about the warmth he feels between your thighs, his arm hooked around your thigh as he walks and you out, one hand reaching up to your stomach to hold it down, relishing in how warm and comfortable you are.

matt murdock loves his fat partner (me) (you) (us) (we)

[siampie]

Break from Writing

Hello, everyone!

For those of you that have been following my stories, I've decided to take a little break from writing for now.

I feel a little burnt out by life and work, and other things of the sort. I just need to take a little breather, that's all. Just wanted to let you know.

But don't worry,

[plussizefantasia]

Flufftober 2023

Yes, It's true I will be participating in the flufftober challenge this year in the hopes that I will get out of my writing slump! For 31 days, I will post fluffy drabbles and one-shots for fall with some of my favorite characters. Below the cut is the schedule for each day and what I am writing! If you'd like to be tagged in any or all of them, let me know! I hope you enjoy all the spooky and fall vibes I will send out into the universe.

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

 Bakery AU w/ Bucky Barnes

 Meet Cute w/ Steve Harrington

 Morning Snuggles w/ Tony Stark

 Playing with their Hair w/ Thorin Oakenshield

 Book Shop w/ Loki Laufeyson

 Cooking Dinner Together w/ Spencer Reid

 Patching Them Up w/ Matt Murdock

 Rainy Day w/ Jim Hopper

 Love Confession w/ Eddie Munson

 Bakery AU pt.2 w/ Bucky Barnes

 Dancing Together w/ Steve Rogers

 Shooting Stars w/ Peter Parker

Soulmate AU w/ Kili Durin

Leaves w/ Jasper Hale

Fireplace w/ Remus Lupin

Blushing w/ Steve Harrington

Dreams w/ Eddie Munson

Teacher AU w/ Loki Laufeyson

Sweaters w/ Aaron Hotchner

Hiking w/ Thorin Oakenshield

Pumpkin Patch w/ Steve Rogers

Haunted House w/ Eddie Munson

Apple Picking w/ Aaron Hotchner

Ghost AU w/ Matt Murdock

Costume Party w/ Peter Parker

Coffee Shop AU w/ Spencer Reid

Decorating the House w/ Tony Stark

Witches w/ Emmet Cullen

Corn Maze w/ Steve Harrington

Pumpkin Carving w/ Steve Rogers

Trick or Treat w/ Bucky Barnes

[multiscribe]

Damn right I would all day every day

Let's talk about loving on your men the way they love on you.

Let's talk about the way their eyes widen when you tell them that they're cute, gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, or any other adjective you can think of. You've caught them off guard, they look so boyish, and it's so cute.

Let's talk about the way your eyes wander over their body, taking in everything that makes them uniquely them. Let's talk about the way they're watching you watch them and fuck, they've never felt so beautiful before.

Let's talk about kissing and praising the areas they're most self-conscious about.

Let's talk about making them the little spoon, whispering in their ears, running your hand over their bodies, and leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Let's talk about when it's all said and done, there's a small, lopsided grin on their face where confusion or perhaps a frown used to be.

Let's talk about loving on your men the way they love on you.

[ms-nesbit]

i was arguing talking with a friend yesterday, and wanted to know...

winner will be the leading character in my next fan-fic next month!

[drakudoll]

Matt Murdock who's voice is so smooth and precise because he knows exactly what gets you under his thumb. Matt who uses his fingers to fuck you so hard you see stars while talking you through it with such a mean and level headed tone it seems unreal. "Mm!-m-matty!-please-har-harder!" he's sloowly and gentle finger fucking you which has you frustrated and whiney -- and oh..matt just wants to give his baby anything they want.

[kitkatpadywaks]

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🔥Kinktober Day One (Clothed Sex) by @comicbookslut (Young!Charles Xavier x Reader)

🔥❤️Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? by @lokidjarin-7567 (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader x Charles Xavier)

❤️🔥New Tricks by @thevillainswhore (Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

🔥Revenge Sweeter Than Honey by @thevillainswhore (College!Bucky Barnes x MILF!Reader)

🔥❤️change of pace by @nickfowlerrr (beefy!bucky barnes x curvy!reader)

🔥Kinktober 2024: Day 5 by @rootedinrevisions (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Almost Kisses by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Beautiful Mess by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

In Another Life by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Of Black Ink and White Lilies by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️Of Heroes and Heartstrings by @aquaticmercy (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

❤️How I Met Your Father by @brunchable (Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

❌💀❤️🔥💢Winter King by @brunchable (King AU Bucky Barnes x Out of place Queen Reader)

💀🔥Captivate Me by @brunchable (Stalker!Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

🔥Fri(end)s by @buckymorelikefuckme (bucky barnes x fem reader)

🔥Bucky's Second First Time by @eufezco (Bucky x fem!reader)

🔥Silent In the Library by @soelstress (Bucky Barnes x female!reader)

🔥❤️love language by @flowersforbucky (bucky x avenger!reader)

❤️Every Part of You by @anonymityisfunwriter (Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader)

❤️can you watch my boyfriend for me? by @jiarkives

🔥Water Proof by @vivwritesfics

❤️🔥Stay by @jobean12-blog (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

🔥the night trilogy by @thyme-in-a-bubble (bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader

🔥the abandoned tie by @thyme-in-a-bubble (matt murdock x secretary!reader)

❤️💢Peace and Quiet by @aquaticmercy (Carol Danvers x f!reader)

❤️‍🩹🔥Don't bet on it by @hollybell51 - (Castiel x AFAB!fem!Reader)

❤️rest your eyes by @perseephoneee - (castiel x reader)

✔️���"If you will have me, I am yours." by @gilverrwrites - (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader)

✔️🔥Takeout Tuesday by @gilverrwrites - (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader)

🔥Salt n' Lick by APerfectGrace (AO3 - Castiel x Reader)

🔥close call by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

❤️bioluminescence by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

🔥pretty fixation, wicked temptation by @wife-of-all-dilfs - (bellamy blake x reader)

💢🔥Unravel Me by @thoughtsofedin - (Diego Hargreeves x Hargreeves!Reader)

💀❤️If I Can't Have You by @watchstarscollide - (Homelander x Reader)

💀❤️‍🩹🔥Guilty Pleasure by @blindmagdalena - (Homelander x plus size f!reader)

🔥💀how hungry i always am by @citrusai (Homelander x afab!character)

💀🔥Vicarious by @plutoswritingplanet (Homelander x plus-sized!reader)

💢❤️colourblind by @come-on-darling-honey (paul lahote x reader)

❤️🔥the way feat. luke alvez by @mcondance

Treacherous Waters by @joaquinwhorres (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

🔥Sweet Southern Peach by @rustanddusted

Oblivious by @toboldlygohome (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

❤️smile by @specialagentlokitty (Patrick Jane x reader)

treat you right by @specialagentlokitty (Patrick Jane x reader)

💀🔥Honey and the Hatchet by @cambria-writes (Patrick Jane x Original Female Character)

🔥Redemption by @the-horned-witch (Patrick Jane x Named!Reader)

🔥The Rock N' Roll Got Harder and Softer by @dilf-docs (eddie brock x younger fem!reader)

🔥keep a secret by @val-made-a-mistake

🔥monster tongue by @star-crossed-sluts (eddie brock x reader x venom)

🔥Chocolate and Cream by @angel-of-the-moons (Eddie x Venom x Curvy!Fem!Reader)

🔥riding dexter in his iconic killer fit by @hisbuni (fem reader)

🔥good girl by @willieverseetheland (Dexter Morgan x reader)

A New Moon by @happy74827 [Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

🔥i think i'm 'bout to explode, i can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air by @dexteri0us (dexter morgan x f!reader)

💀You are who you eat by @minawritesfanfic

[capybaramurdock]

Ba-Bum (just a soft lil blurb)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Plus Size!Reader Word count: 841 Summary: You both agreed to stop trying. The vitamins stayed. The calendars disappeared. And then, one night, half-asleep in his lap, Matt freezes. He hears it. A third heartbeat.

Warnings: + Emotional mentions of infertility struggles + a pregnancy reveal + soft crying + supportive partner behavior + a little chaos + a lot of love 🥹

Available on ao3 as well! 🫶🏻 https://archiveofourown.org/works/66714571

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You both agreed to stop trying.

It had started full of hope and excitement—calendars, vitamins, whispered promises in the dark. But the months began to pass, and one test at a time slowly turned into four or five.

Maybe it was too early. Perhaps they were false negatives.

But nothing ever changed.

There was only one moment when your tears couldn’t be contained. You and Matt had been putting away a few little onesies...ones you bought too early, too hopefully. You told yourself it was just for now that you’d be getting them out again soon.

But as your fingers folded that soft cotton, the quiet truth pressed down hard: maybe that moment just wasn’t coming.

Matt didn’t say a word when he heard your sniffles and could taste the salt in the air from your tears. He just wrapped himself around you from behind, arms tight, forehead pressed to your shoulder—his way of apologizing when he didn’t know how to fix it.

You had that moment. And then you let it go.

Not the dream, but the pressure. The grief. The weight of disappointment. You kept taking your vitamins, more for your own health than anything else. You stopped counting days. Stopped checking apps. You started dancing in the kitchen again. Tickle fights on lazy Sundays. Laughing under the covers.

Not thinking about timing or tests.

Just loving each other in that quiet, peaceful way that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Months passed like that.

And one night, you were curled up together on the couch—a rerun murmuring softly in the background. Your head rested in Matt’s lap, his fingers gently combing through your hair, the other hand drifting across the soft curve of your belly, his usual rhythm when he could tell you were close to nodding off.

Then—

Ba-bum.

He froze.

Ba-dum.

It wasn’t yours.

Ba-bum.

Not his.

Too fast. Too small.

He held his breath, hand stilling. Then, slowly, carefully, he laid his palm flat against your stomach. It was probably just in his head. A fluke. A fridge hum.

Until—

He swears it got faster.

As if it were reacting to his touch.

His voice came out hoarse.

“There’s a heartbeat.”

You stirred in his lap, blinking blearily. “Huh?”

“Honey, there’s a—” he swallowed hard. “I can hear it.”

You jolted upright. Your hands lifted defensively like you were about to defend against an intruder.

“Where do you hear it coming from?”

Matt barely stifled a laugh, but his voice was serious when he said,

“In your body, sweetheart.”

His hand returned to your belly.

“Right here.”

You squinted at him.

“Matty…you’re messing with me. It’s gotta be the microwave or the fridge again.”

He shook his head, brushing his thumb gently over your shirt.

“No. It’s in your body, baby,” he said softly. “I’m pretty confident about the jurisdiction.”

You turned toward him, searching for something—anything lighthearted in his tone. But there was no teasing there. Just that focused stillness. The kind he only wore in the courtroom…or when everything was about to change.

And then?

You launched off the couch.

“Where are you going?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“To get a damn test!” you called over your shoulder, feet pounding down the hallway. “Even though apparently you’re the test now!”

Matt groaned and buried his face in his hands, exhaling like it might help calm his racing heart.

(Spoilers: It did not.)

By the time you were digging through the bathroom drawer like a woman on a mission, Matt was pacing in the living room like a man possessed.

Hands on hips. Arms crossed. Hands in his hair.

“Do we even have a pediatrician?”

“Matthew—!”

“Okay, okay! I’m calm. Totally calm. Should we baby-proof the windows? What kind of car seat do we need? Should we get one of those fancy air filters for the nursery? Do we have a nursery?? Where are we even putting the— ”

The bathroom door creaked open.

You stood there, hand trembling as you clutched the test to your chest. The other wiped at your eyes, but he could still hear the catch in your breath—feel the shift in the room, soft and full of something he hadn’t dared hope for.

You didn’t even need to speak.

Matt’s whole world went still.

And then, he dropped to his knees.

Gently, so gently, he slid his hands around your waist. Pressed his cheek to your belly. Breathed like he was praying. Like this moment was sacred.

“Hi there, little heartbeat,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Guess we’ve got some catching up to do.”

You cradled his head to you, the tears slipping freely now as laughter bubbled up too. Something inside you...something that had been waiting and waiting...finally exhaled.

And Matt?

He just stayed there, whispering to your belly like he was already in love with someone he hadn’t even met yet.

Because he is.

Because he’s Matt.

And this? This is the moment everything changes.

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[farfromstrange]

Just Let Me Love You | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (f!Reader heavily implied)

Summary: You're struggling with your body image and Matt notices

Warnings: Angst, TW: allusions to an ED, self-deprecating talk (Reader has internalized fatphobia toward herself), not proof red (I was too emotional for that)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: So, my body is changing and I hate it. As someone who was the Fat Funny Friend growing up, I got inspired by the song. Now I wasn't sure if to tag for a plus-sized reader because when I wrote this, I had myself in mind, and I'm not even sure what "category" I fall into, so this is pretty universal and I think any of you who are struggling with body dysmorphia might appreciate this. Heed the warnings before proceeding and don't forget to eat if you haven't already! (Also, I used my tag list to tag for this, but don't read it if this triggers you, please!)

Our brains are wired to function in a certain way. But not every brain is balanced in chemistry. 

For the longest time, she thought there was something seriously wrong with her. She never fit in anywhere, so she tried to make herself fit. Change her attitude, change her behavior, change her hobbies, and change the way she looks. She did it so many times, she lost count. 

She relied on humor, telling funny little anecdotes to make whatever friend group she was a part of at the time laugh at her. But that was all she could do. Make them laugh. She lit up the mood, lit up the room, but she seemingly never lit up anyone’s heart the way her friends did. 

They talked about their relationships, talked about their families and friends, and she played along. She listened. When she talked about her likes, they pretended to care, but within minutes, they lost interest. She thought it just wasn’t that important. Not as important as how beautiful they all were, anyway. And they were striking, she thought. That’s why everyone always chose them and never approached her. But she swallowed it to at least be a part of something. 

She always helped everyone but herself. She was there when no one else was, but even when she was a part of something, she never fully fit in. There was an impossible standard looming over her head, and she couldn’t possibly reach it. 

Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too silly. Don’t say no. Don’t talk about your problems, only listen to everyone else’s. Don’t believe that he wants you because he is too good for you, and all he wants is your best friend who is ten times prettier than you. And don’t believe that personality and humor will get you anywhere; you will end up miserably alone the same way people who look like you always will. 

The same voice, over and over again. Word turning into knives. It was exhausting to fight against the demons within her because they just sounded so damn convincing. 

When she met him, the man who stole her heart, she never thought he would ask her out. When he did, she was dumbfounded. In every possible situation, he found himself assuring her that he wouldn’t drop her for the pretty blonde in the office, or his psychotic ex-girlfriend who just happened to have the most beautiful body known to man. To her, at least. Everyone around him was just so beautiful, and he was even more so–he was the prettiest specimen in the world, and everyone desired him. Of course, she grew insecure. She couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

She fell in love with a man who finally saw her for who she was and he loved her despite—no, he loved her regardless. For who she was. He took her, accepted her, and began seeing her as the most beautiful person in the world. For the first time, she felt appreciated, loved, and not so miserably alone. 

Yet, the fear continued to linger. The fear that one day, he would notice that perhaps, a woman of average looks wouldn’t be enough for him anymore. That she was, indeed, as unconventionally unattractive as everyone said she was from the first day she actually understood what was being said to her. She was just a child then. 

The funny friend. The awkward friend. The weird one. The girl without real friends. The girl with the silly clothes, the silly smile, the slightly crooked teeth, the belly pouch… The girl who lost weight, the girl who gained weight, and the girl who shouldn’t be so proud of herself because she had nothing to be proud of. 

“Sweetheart?” he asked her, yanking her out of the downward spiral that only continued to get worse over time. “Did you have anything to eat yet?”

He stood in the kitchen, the sleeves of his dress shirt bunched around his elbow. It was hot outside, too hot for her liking, and even his clothes were slightly stained with sweat. 

She looked up from the couch, still wrapped up in a blanket despite the high temperatures, a book resting on her thighs. He met her eyes with a smile. 

“I noticed your leftovers are still in the fridge. Could smell them,” he clarified. “I was just wondering whether that was on purpose or not.”

Worrying fit it better, she thought to herself. He always worried too much. 

She closed her book. “I might’ve forgotten,” she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You forgot?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it never reached his eyes. 

“Yeah. I probably got too caught up reading or something. It’s no big deal. I’ll eat later. Or drink another latte.”

He hummed. “You know, iced coffee is not considered a healthy diet. Your body needs fuel.”

“Jesus Christ, Matt,” she raised her voice, “I’m okay!”

“You don’t look okay,” he stated as a matter of fact. 

“And how would you know?”

“I just do.”

He approached, his muscles straining against his shirt. It wasn’t fair, how good he looked. How well he carried himself. And he still had the audacity to look at her and tell her she had much more going for herself than just her humor. That she was beautiful. Pretty enough. 

“Hey,” Matt lowered himself on the couch beside her, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

“I forgot to eat, I told you,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Not if you did it on purpose.”

The book landed on the coffee table and she got up, pacing the small space of their shared apartment in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage, the pent-up tears, and the tension, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out. But he waited. He gave her the space she needed to collect her thoughts.

“I forgot,” she repeated. “At first. And then I just happened to pass by a mirror and…and I looked at myself. I mean, really looked at myself.”

“Oh–” He sighed. “Baby…”

“I’m smaller when my stomach is empty, you know. And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me to, uh…cut back a little?”

He was about to respond, but she cut him off. “I don’t mean that I’m starving myself. I just…I forgot to eat, and then, when I remembered, I remembered what I saw and I was just…I’m not hungry anymore. I…I don’t think it’s a big deal. I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just…”

She stopped pacing. She met his unfocused hazel eyes that held so much pain when he looked at her. He reached out, not saying a word, and she extended her shaky fingers toward the lifeline he was throwing. 

“Oh, God,” she whispered. She realized then why he looked so hurt. “It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?”

The question hung in the room as he pulled her toward himself. 

She didn’t protest when he pulled her back onto the couch, his arms engulfing her and pulling her back against his sturdy chest.

“What makes you think that you need to hurt yourself to fit some unrealistic beauty standard?” he asked softly, his voice merely a breath tickling her ear. 

She whimpered, not wanting to answer. 

“What makes you think that not being healthy is the solution to the way you see yourself? Wouldn’t that just make it worse?”

“I just…” She took a deep breath. “I just… I just want to be enough.”

“But you are enough,” he answered in a heartbeat, placing his hand on her neck and turning her face to him. He missed her face with his gaze, but she could still feel him in every fiber of her being as he sat there and felt her pulse, and she matched her breathing to his. 

A tear rolled down her cheek. “You don’t understand what it’s like,” she whispered back. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be only seen as the comedic relief in every relationship you have ever been in while your friends pulled the guys you wanted. Because they never wanted you, and they never saw competition in you either because you were just never the center of anyone’s attention.”

He was silent for a moment. The taste of her tears reached his tongue, and he visibly recoiled at the pain she held inside of her. Matt pulled her closer, holding her a little tighter. She melted. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of leaving her to deal with her thoughts, he placed his lips against her ear again. “You’re the center of my attention,” he said. “Of my world. My universe. And I couldn’t care less about the way you look.”

“That’s because you’re blind,” she shot back, a sob rippling through her body. 

He shook his head. “No. Those who reduce you to your looks are blind, and they don’t even deserve you in the first place. What matters most is this–” his large hand found its way onto the left side of her chest, above her heart. “What’s in here is what makes you beautiful, not what covers the outside.”

“But that’s not enough, is it?”

“To me, it is.”

“Not to me, Matthew. Like I said, you don’t get it.”

She struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let her go. “Then let me rephrase it,” he tried again, pressing his hand further against her chest. “I care more about who you are inside because I love you. But I don’t need sight to appreciate your physical beauty along with the sound of your heartbeat. Your breathing. Your touch. You know why?”

She shook her head. “Enlighten me.”

“Because I can feel you, sweetheart, and you are the most breathtaking human being I have ever had the pleasure of laying my hands on.”

If words were enough to make a person pass out, this would surely have been her breaking point. 

“You mean that?” She turned around, her tears now glistening with a taste of hope. 

He brushed them away with his thumb and nodded. “Every last word.”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the ghost of his touch. “I don’t like my body,” the admission came quietly.

In response, Matt nodded. “I know, but you have nothing to be ashamed of. That body deserves to be loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I feel like…like I don’t deserve you. I don’t want you to leave me for…for Karen.”

The mention of her name caused him to frown. “Karen?” he asked. She nodded. He sighed, forcing her head to his chest, forcing her to listen to his heartbeat the same way he always did to her. “Don’t even think like that,” he told her. “I would never leave you for someone else. For no one, for nothing. I need you to stop assuming that, sweetheart. It’s not true.”

“It feels true,” she cried. 

His lips brushed the crown of her head. “But it isn’t.”

“But–”

“I love you,” he said, a bit more insistent this time. “Only you. I would rather die than never be with you again. And I mean that. Bring me the poison and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll get on my knees and worship the ground you walk on if that’ll make you believe me, but I won’t leave you.”

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shirt. Matt shushed her, his fingers brushing through her hair. The rhythm was soothing. 

She sobbed until she had nothing left to give. She cried because she knew he was right. She knew she was overthinking, but she was powerless to fight it. He was the only one who could open her eyes, and even then, she more often than not slipped away. She hated it. She hated the way her brain was wired, the things she was taught, and the things she continuously and wrongly kept teaching herself. 

Eventually, though, she slacked in his arms. 

“I don’t really like myself right now,” she confessed. “But I don’t know how to stop it.”

Matt chuckled softly, his chest rumbling. He tilted her chin up. “Then let me help you,” he said. 

“How?” she asked. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. “Just let me love you.” 

Tagging from Matt Murdock Tag List: @acharliecoxedfan @gpenguin666 @linamarr @itwasthereaminuteago @mattkinsella @norestfortheshelbywicked @yarrystyleeza @littlenerdyravenclaw @ravenclaw617 @thychuvaluswife @schneeflocky @imjustcal @pipsqueakkitten

[moth-murdock]

Moth's favorite fics!

(in no particular order!)

Take of his body by Tenebrica (MattFoggy angst, fluff, and smut)

Moth commentary: Lovely lovely fic, it's just so amazing and it covers topics that most fics don't, it just feels so real

Rating: so very Explicit, domestic fluff, angst

Summary: In which Matt feels like he's a burden on Foggy and decides that it's a good idea to repay him with sex. It doesn't go as planned.

And then I met you by @souliebird (Matt x reader)

Moth commentary: ongoing series kidfic!

Rating: a little explicit, so much fluff, angst

Summary: A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.

Something in the orange by @distortionbobble (frank x reader)

Moth commentary: need more young!Frank fics in the world

Rating: a bit explicit, buncha angst, little bit of fluff

Summary: you fell in love with frank castle almost twenty years ago. through the bad, through the good, you loved him. you were his best friend, after all. but after his death, and all the things he did as the punisher, you don’t know where you stand.

Take her under your wing by @thyme-in-a-bubble (multiple x reader)

Moth commentary: HOO BOYYYY THIS AU IS GREAT AND I LOVE THAT I CAN SAY I PERSONALLY INFLUENCED AT LEAST ONE DETAIL ABOUT IT

Rating: SO fucking explicit lmao

Summary: there's no official summary so here's the masterlist to the au

Lilac by @thyme-in-a-bubble (frank x reader)

Moth commentary: oouuuhhhh my heart....

Rating: a good portion of explicit, lots of fluff, some angst

Summary: moving back home to the family-run inn isn't exactly what you had expected, especially not with the mysterious lumberjack that now calls the quaint little town of Dunbrook his home as well...

Love's perfect ache by @mewmurdock (Matt x reader)

Moth commentary: this is one of the first fics that I started repeatedly coming back to and I don't regret it at all

Rating: explicit

Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.

Mary Murdock, light of my life by @returnsandreturns (MattFoggy)

Moth commentary: THEYRE SO CUTE UUGGHHH

Rating: teen and up, so much fluff I think I got a cavity

Summary: a collection of kidfic snippets that I've been posting on tumblr for many, many years

Forgive me, father by @alloftheimaginesblog (Matt x plus-sized reader)

Moth commentary: yummy yummy church smut

Rating: explicit

Summary: You and Matt Murdock are friends. You visit his church and he suggests that the two of you go into the confessional, adopting the role of the sinner and the priest. Turns out, you spill all of your darkest secrets about your feelings for him and you both become sinners in that confessional that night.

Audio tracks by GoggledMonkey (Tumblr: here)

Moth commentary: college era mattfoggy save me...

Rating: explicit

Summary: Foggy and Matt watch porn and Foggy narrates (badly) and then they have sex. Or they don’t. It depends on which one you ask. Or: Chapter one was written for a kink meme prompt and the rest is me going ‘but what if they feel a lot of feelings and also never talk about their feelings?”

Back from the dead by @mattmurdocksscars

Moth commentary: MY HEARTTTTT 😭💜

Rating: explicit, fluff, angst

Summary: (not official summary) after Midland circle, you find out you're pregnant with Matt's baby. You carry this secret until he finally grows the balls after the events of season three to tell you that he's alive.

We're not keeping him by @pastafossa

moth commentary: GETTING KITTENS WITH MATT AUUGGHHHHH 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Rating: fluff

Summary: You bring home a kitten and Matt is resistant... at first.

Anything that @lovelybucky1 or @agirlcandream84 post🥴 so deliciously smutty and dirty and freaky and nasty

The pantyeater proxy by @itwasthereaminuteago (frank x reader)

Moth commentary: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY MAX MENTIONED 💜🙌🏻

Rating: fluff, smut

Summary: "He only had a few hours until you came back from work. Frank manages to decipher the brand from the small and partly-chewed label, maybe he can pick up a like-for-like replacement and you'll be none the wiser. More importantly, him and Max will avoid being in your bad books."