#kat responds

AAAA ERICCA THANKYOU, LOVE 😭💗

ah, you've planted the seed for some spicy fruit 💀 and I shall deliver.

Tags: smut, heavy language, no pronouns, jealous!matt, jealous!reader, teasing, softdom!matt, switching

Pairing: Matt Murdock x afab!reader

Foggy and Marci had decided to get the ball rolling and get engaged. Marci has been a silent cheerleader for Foggy ever since Nelson and Murdock added a new partner, Page. This weekend they were throwing an engagement party and Marci wanted to show off her Foggy Bear to her friends and acquaintances.

Matt wore his fancy tuxedo and oh gods, did it do justice to his broad shoulders. You wore an asymmetrical cut green satin dress with one shoulder off. He knew where it hugged you and where it flowed, adding beauty to your significant curves. Matt loved the dress on you, but not for others to see you in it.

He kept his hand on the small of your back ever since you entered the party. He could feel your warm skin lined under the flimsy material of the dress. Your perfume swirling around you, engulfing Matt along with it. Your occasional laughs vibrated through your body, sending shivers down his spine. And then, he felt people's gaze shift around you as you moved. He heard the upticks in their heartbeats, snaps of heads turning in your direction as you stride with confidence along with Matt.

You keep your arms in his at all times, removing it from time to time to adjust your hair or drink the glass of champagne in your hands. But he craved more contact. He craved you.

You stood talking to Karen and Foggy while Matt was making acquaintances with Marci’s colleagues. This party doubled up as a lawyer’s get-together.

Matt was attracting some admirers himself. Marci’s friends were clearly interested in your mysterious man.

That’s right. He is yours.

You were throwing jealous glances towards where Matt stood and he cocked his head in your direction. A smirk graced his face. That was the last straw.

You excused yourself from your friends and walked towards Matt. Your steps were different. Your shoulders were rigid, your feet making hard contact with the floor, your breath thick and heavy. Matt shifted his body sensing the possessiveness radiating from your body. You stood next to Matt, your arm finding its place in his torso gripping onto him as if he would slip away like sand. A polite smile fixed on your lips.

Matt introduced you to his acquaintances and you saw a few faces fall with disappointment.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Murdock?” your voice was a little higher than a whisper. It was stronger than any alcohol Matt had been consuming that night.

“Uh...Yeah. Yes. Are you?” he asked you as a shaky breath exited his plump lips. He was flustered.

“I was. But I have an emergency right now and I need your assistance.” you weren’t lying. You did have an emergency and Matt was the only one who could resolve your problem.

Matt caught on to your emergency, quick like camphor. He could smell your arousal and you could see him shifting uncomfortably trying to conceal his hardening cock.

You both excused yourselves and were ready to leave. You made your way out of the hall, bidding goodbyes and congratulations to the newly engaged couple, when suddenly a thought crept up your mind.

You pushed Matt inside the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your lips were onto his immediately and Matt wasted no time in responding. You both were hungry for each other. His kisses reciprocated your passion and longing. Matt discarded his cane on the floor and pushed you against the cold marble wall.

“Oh no, Murdock. You don’t get to play tonight. I didn’t like the way your friendly acquaintances were looking at you. You’re mine. I’m going to make sure that anyone who passes by knows you’re mine.” you replied as you switched positions.

Matt let out a soft whine while his hands roamed around your body, his fingers catching onto the soft fabric of your dress. He let his hands find their rule on your butt, giving it a gentle squeeze occasionally as the kiss deepened.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, body pushed heavily against his. Your mouth made its way down his jaw and to his ears and finally to the sensitive area on his neck. You let your lips work their magic while your hands moved down his muscled torso, removing the button of his tux jacket to feel his strong body under your hands. Your one hand was planted his chest and the other hovered above his hard cock, teasing him.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already hard for me, huh, babe?” you rubbed your palm along the outline of his cock in his slacks, fingers brushing his length like feather. Matt’s breath hitched at your words. Your controlling demeanour was extremely arousing. But he needed to have you. He has been craving you since you came out of your bedroom wearing this dress.

He removed his hand from your ass and took hold of your wrists. He flipped the position you were previously in and held your hands above your head. His other hand massaged your breasts with a gentle pressure.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that when you’ve been walking around teasing me in this dress. I didn’t like the way they looked at you. You are mine.” He kissed you hungrily making sure you don’t forget who you belong to. Your bodies rubbed against each other, trying to ignite a new fire. His knees pushed your legs open and his thigh pressed against your core. He moved to your neck, kissing that soft spot behind your ears. You were dazed by his sudden switch. You mewled eagerly, urging Matt to go further.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine” his voice was raspy with lust.

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Matthew.” you were begging at this point.

Matt pulled himself off of you and let go of your hands above your head. He stood with his back pressed against the bathroom counter, a greedy grin danced on his lips. The pulsing between your legs grew stronger, yearning to feel anything Matt gave you.

“Good. Now get on your knees and show me I belong to you.”

Without uttering another word, you obliged. You freed his throbbing cock from the restrains of his slacks and boxers. You gave his girthy length a few slow pumps, taking his leaking pre-cum in your fingers and massaging his swollen head. Matt's head rolled back in pleasure and his hands found their grounding in your hair. After giving him a good few pumps you took him in your mouth and devoured Matt as if he was the last meal of your life.

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This is Tumblr, my dear. By our standards, no questions are weird.

As for answers... Ho-hum. Most of my knowledge comes from my memories of my baby brother and sister, but if you don’t have any kids you know personally that you could observe, I reblogged a general guideline here. You also find a lot info on maternity blogs.

Some personal steps I follow for writing toddlers:

Around four years, kids develop something called ‘theory of mind’. It means they now comprehend that the thoughts and knowledge others have differ from theirs. Which means they are learning how others feel by looking at their faces, that others can lie, want different things from them, and they actually need to tell their parents what they are doing because just because they know something doesn’t mean everyone knows it.

It also means they start the Why-question-chain, which is when to every answer they get they ask ‘why?’. You know the type, it drives parents insane until they snap and yell “BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT’S WHY”

They are curious and excited about EVERYTHING, especially new things. Also, not very comprehending of danger, especially in Harry’s case. It may lead to a few heart-stopping situations for their guardians.

Their emotions are all over the place, and they are still learning how to identify what they are feeling and how to deal with it. Inability to do so often leads to frustration, which leads to tears.

Tantrums. Not fun for parents, but it’s often how kids learn how to manipulate and the consequences of their actions. If they throw a tantrum and get what they want with it, that’s positive reinforcement and they continue doing it. If they don’t get a reaction, they find other ways of getting what they want. Very different from frustrated/emotional tears.

Clumsy, but starting to develop fine motor skills, like drawing, hopping, dressing. At around four, they still need some help with dressing in particular, but are striking into independent waters.

They have their own brand of logic, which is sometimes simpler than ‘grownup logic’, or they have skipped so many steps it doesn’t even count as logic to anyone but themselves.

Learning to share, especially if you add another kid into the mix. Playing with others actually participating instead of leading. Especially possessive of their parents/guardians, so if someone else is holding their attention where they can see, they try to get it back.

Depending on the child, might be timid and clingy around strangers, or might be equally curious as about new toys.

If you’re not sure how mature to write a kid, my advice is to skew towards more mature. Better to write a kid sounding more eloquent that you’d expect than have speech you’d expect from a two-year-old.

Anyway, these some general guidelines that, in theory, apply to every child. But this applies mostly to neurotypical, well-cared for children. In case of Harry, if you add abuse into the mix it changes the pattern. Depending on the circumstances, I recommend further research, but these are some general things to keep in mind.

Allow me to say it 5 times for y'all: