WANT SOME WEIRD CHRISTMAS PORN THAT I WROTE MAINLY BETWEEN THE HOURS OF MIDNIGHT AND 2AM?
IDK Y’ALL
make the yuletide gay | matt/foggy | mikey murcock series
“Okay,” Foggy says, dropping his head back and laughing brokenly. “Tell me the truth, Mikey—whose dick do you like sucking more, me or St. Nick?”
Matt pulls off and makes a show out of considering it before Foggy tugs gently at his hair, making him laugh and say, “Fog, I didn’t even know what sucking a dick truly meant until I sucked yours.”
“That’s it,” Foggy says. “Those are your wedding vows.”
Tag: mikey murcock
WANT SOME WEIRD CHRISTMAS PORN THAT I WROTE MAINLY BETWEEN THE HOURS OF MIDNIGHT AND 2AM?
IDK Y’ALL
make the yuletide gay | matt/foggy | mikey murcock series
“Okay,” Foggy says, dropping his head back and laughing brokenly. “Tell me the truth, Mikey—whose dick do you like sucking more, me or St. Nick?”
Matt pulls off and makes a show out of considering it before Foggy tugs gently at his hair, making him laugh and say, “Fog, I didn’t even know what sucking a dick truly meant until I sucked yours.”
“That’s it,” Foggy says. “Those are your wedding vows.”
Pardon my ignorance…. but what/who is mikey murdock?
lol it’s matt’s terrible/perfect porn star name from this series where he was temporarily doing porn to pay for law school
the fact that mikey murcock’s series of catholic schoolboy (and also girl because plaid skirts) films have not yet been addressed is a shame
If you’re still taking prompts, especially for the Mikey Murcock series, how about Mikey’s Courtroom Drama flavored work? With lots of “examining the witness” type comments.
“There are some really buff dudes on that jury,” Foggy says, suspiciously.
“Yeah,” Matt says, trying not to smile.
“…Matthew,” Foggy says, with barely contained joy, as the soundtrack gets stereotypically pornographic. “Are you about to get gangbanged by a jury?”
“Not an entire jury,” Matt says.
“Just the buff ones,” Foggy says, laughing. “Oh my god, in the juror room and everything–wow, y’know, they really missed out on using a Twelve Angry Men reference for the title of this.”
“Six Horny Guys,” Matt says, moving in closer on the couch.
“And one naughty criminal,” Foggy says, taking his hand and squeezing it. “I don’t think I know what the exact term is for a defendent getting double penetrated by jurors but I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”
“Just wait and see what I do with the judge,” Matt says, turning to kiss him on the cheek.
matt & foggy make a sex tape
daredevil | matt/foggy | nc17 | mikey murcock series
“You wanna make a sex tape, don’t you?” he asks, fondly, and Matt sinks down to sit next to him on the couch and press a kiss to his cheek.
“I don’t not wanna make a sex tape,” he says, smirking, placing a hand significantly on Foggy’s thigh.
Foggy tips his head back to grin at the ceiling.
“Let’s get drunk first,” he says, taking Matt’s hand and tangling their fingers together.
about Mikey Murcock: WEDDING. NIGHT. WEDDING. NIGHT. WEDDING NIGHT SCHMOOP. LOVE AND THINGS.
OKAY, SO, I’m not doing their wedding night because I feel like I need to be able to write everything that happens around it before I do that (and I think that’s one of those things that @dancinbutterfly and I might write together, maybe?)
So, someday that will happen, but for now, have this loosely related thing!
“I don’t even want to leave New York,” Matt says, when Foggy asks about possible honeymoon plans.
“Oh, yeah?” Foggy asks.
Matt smiles and circles his arms around Foggy’s waist.
“I just want to get an amazing hotel room,” he says, close to Foggy’s mouth, “with an amazing bed and I don’t want to get out of it for a week.”
“Can we get amazing room service, too?” Foggy asks.
“Wow,” Matt says, pulling back to give him a look, trying not to smile. “I say I want you to fuck me for a week straight and you’re thinking about room service?”
“Hey—look, you said hotel and my first mental picture was eating lobster while you sucked my dick,” Foggy says, happily, shrugging. “Or I could hand feed you—filet mignon or something. Or we could order up fancy chocolate sauce and whipped cream and I could tie you to the bed and lick it off you and really fuck up the sheets.”
“…okay,” Matt says, faintly, letting out a harsh breath. “Yeah, okay, let’s get room service.”
Foggy grins and pulls him closer to kiss him on the mouth.
“I’ve got your number, Murdock,” he says, close to Matt’s mouth, and Matt grins and nudges their foreheads together.
“I think me covered in whipped cream and chocolate is maybe more your number,” he says, and they kiss until Foggy turns his head and makes a soft huh noise.
“…you know, I think we have whipped cream in the refrigerator,” he says.
“Why would there be whipped cream in our refrigerator?” Matt asks, grinning at him.
“For—hot cocoa,” Foggy says, speculatively. “And pie. Also, I thought about covering you with it yesterday and picked some up on the way home.”
Matt laughs. He’s normally not a huge fan of being sticky, but the thought of Foggy’s tongue all over his body completely overrides that.
“Okay, but this means you don’t get to do it on our honeymoon, because it won’t be special,” he says, letting go of Foggy to step backward and pull off his shirt, tossing it into the laundry hamper in the corner. “You get the whipped cream, I’ll get the cuffs ready. Do we have sheets we don’t care about?”
“I’ll grab some,” Foggy says, brushing lips over his cheek as he passes to head toward the kitchen. He keeps talking in a normal voice while he’s in the next room, asking, “What can we do on our honeymoon that’s special? I feel like we’ve already won sex at this point.”
“We are definitely the winners of sex,” Matt calls. “We could just cuddle, I guess.”
Foggy laughs, shutting the refrigerator before he says, “I mean, I could make love to you.”
“Missionary?” Matt asks, loudly.
Foggy doesn’t answer until he comes back with a set of old sheets, tossing them and a can of whipped cream onto the bed.
“I could undress you tenderly,” Foggy says, warmly, “and lay you out on the bed and make it slow and sweet. Make sure you know how precious you are to me–how lucky I am to be your husband.”
Matt’s fingers curl around one of the cuffs, his cheeks going pink, and Foggy laughs softly and steps forward to take it from him and press a soft kiss to his mouth.
“You want me to make love to you on our wedding night, honey?” he asks.
“Yeah, Fog, I want that,” Matt says, taking both of Foggy’s hands in his, beaming at him. “Is it weird that it sounds like the hottest thing I’ve ever done?”
“Oh, definitely,” Foggy says, “but I like weird. And I love you. Now, are you ready for me to chain you to a bed and lick every inch of your body?”
“So ready,” Matt says, eagerly.
if you are still taking prompts: Mikey Murcock-verse and the one porno he did that was a hilariously well-written Superman vs Batman parody (written by the director, even) and he was Lois Lane (the war was to see who was better in bed measured by how many times they could make “Lois” come. it was hot. Wonder Woman showed up at some point, everything was awesome)
OH MY GOD:
“So much backstory,” Foggy says.
“You don’t like your porn with a plot?” Matt asks, grinning sideways at him.
“You promised me you bent over a desk being fucked by Superman,” Foggy says. “Can we skip ahead?”
“No, you’ll miss all the character motivation,” Matt says. “You have to know why I’m bent over a desk being fucked by Superman.”
“Otherwise it won’t make sense?” Foggy asks, dryly.
“Hush,” Matt says, dropping a hand down to rub Foggy through his jeans like that will placate him. “Batman’s about to monologue.”
*
“Are Batman and Superman going to fuck each other?” Foggy asks, making a contemplative noise and leaning forward like he’s actually paying attention now. It’s been fifteen minutes and no clothes have been removed; Matt hasn’t even shown up on screen yet. “Their weird sexual tension is palpable.”
“No, they’re just going to symbolically fuck each other by fucking me at the same time,” Matt says, lightly. “It’s pretty nuanced.”
“Sounds like it,” Foggy says. “Oh, hey, it’s you. Finally, you’re the only porn star I actually care about.”
“Aww,” Matt says, genuinely, turning to kiss him on the cheek.
“Look at you, babe, you’re wearing a pencil skirt,” Foggy says, happily.
“Not for long,” Matt says, elbowing Foggy so he laughs.
“Oh!” he says, a second later. “You’re right, it’s gone. Nice panties, though. Oh, never mind, they’re gone, too. Superman does not mess around.”
*
“I can’t believe you let him sweep your desk to fuck you and you won’t let me,” Foggy says, faux-wounded.
“I didn’t have to clean that up,” Matt says. He’s casually jerking Foggy off now, Foggy’s sweats pulled down just enough to get his dick out. “I will let you calmly take everything off my desk and organize it and then fuck me, though.”
“It’s just because I’m not Superman,” Foggy says. “I get it. It’s all clear to me now. Oh, shit, there’s Batman. He’s pretty hot without the mask.”
“Was he?” Matt asks. “I was more focused on his–”
“Whoa, hello, Batman’s dick,” Foggy says. “Nice.”
“Yeah,” Matt says, nodding, looking fond. “It was.”
“Do I need to be jealous of Batman, too?” Foggy asks, tipping his head back and moaning when Matt tightens his fingers and rubs his thumb over the head of his dick.
“You know you’re all the man I need,” he says, indulging him.
*
“Their dialogue while they double team you is surprisingly engaging,” Foggy says, running his fingers through Matt’s hair while Matt’s going down on him, on his knees and bent over beside Foggy. “Some very tight banter. Your lines aren’t great, but, to be fair, your mouth’s pretty busy.”
Matt laughs around him and chokes a little, rolling with it by going down far enough to take Foggy in his throat. Foggy’s fingers spread over his head to hold Matt down, which makes Matt want to rub off against the couch right now.
“We won the porn equivalent of an Oscar,” he says, hoarsely, angling his head to grin up at Foggy. “This film paid off an entire semester of undergrad loans.”
“Holy shit,” Foggy says. “Did you get a trophy?”
“Mmm hmm,” Matt says. “It was also a dildo.”
Foggy laughs and moans at the same time as Matt takes him in his mouth again.
*
“Oh my god,” Foggy says, digging a hand into Matt’s hip to still him while Matt’s riding him, facing the screen. “Oh my god.”
“Wonder Woman?” Matt asks, grinning.
“What is she even doing here?” Foggy asks. “No, never mind, I don’t care. An extremely patriotic strap-on just came out and I am very excited about it.”
Matt starts rolling his hips again, leaning back with his palms on the couch. Foggy touches him aimlessly, runs hands up and down his sides, plays with his nipples, slaps his ass to get him to speed up. His attention is definitely on the screen, though, because he gasps suddenly and says, “Is she using the lasso of truth for bondage purposes?”
“How else will they know if I’m telling the truth about which of them is better?” Matt asks.
“Well, sure,” Foggy says. “Is it going to be–yep, it’s Wonder Woman. What a plot twist.”
“Foggy, will you–” Matt starts, moaning and practically bouncing in his lap now, and Foggy doesn’t let him finish his sentence before he’s wrapping a hand around Matt’s dick and jerking him off roughly. Matt loves him so much. “Yeah, yes, thank you.”
On-screen, he’s being very honest about what a slut he is for Wonder Woman, and they’re about to all three use him when Foggy groans and finally starts fucking Matt, groaning, “God, Matty, take it.”
Matt comes first, all over his chest and Foggy’s hand, and Foggy follows inside of him while Wonder Woman’s riding Matt’s face on-screen and the other two are taking turns fucking him one last time.
“Fuck,” Foggy breathes, still touching Matt’s dick distractedly so he squirms back against him before he climbs off of him and turns around to kiss him deeply. They make out lazily and Foggy keeps two fingers pressed inside of Matt, stroking inside of him.
*
“Would I win that contest?” Foggy asks, ten minutes later, sounding like he’s joking but also maybe a little serious. Matt’s already getting hard again, pushing back to fuck himself on Foggy’s fingers.
He presses his face into Foggy’s neck.
“I mean, Wonder Woman…” he starts, laughing when Foggy tips him over and pins him down on the couch. He reaches up to stroke Foggy’s cheek, murmurs, “You’d beat ‘em all.”
“Good,” Foggy says, kissing his forehead. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” Matt says.
“Is this your real superhero origin story?” Foggy asks, digging his fingers into Matt’s ribs to tickle him when he rolls his eyes before settling most of his weight on top of him.
“I didn’t get a love of justice fucked into me,” Matt says, wrapping his arms around Foggy.
“It’s a legitimate question,” Foggy asks, rubbing his cheek against Matt’s. “Can I ask you another?”
“Mmm hmm,” Matt asks, trying to angle his hips up enough to grind against Foggy.
“Where can I buy a pencil skirt and what’s your size?”
oh my god, they were roommates 