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|| 21. Praise Kink ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, Matt's fucking voice oh jeeesus fucking kerrrriiiiist.
Author's note: this is dedicated to all my praise kink good girls, you know who you are ;)
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You quickly hide your face into your pillow to stifle a gasp as Matt’s fingers graze a featherlight trail down the front of your panties.
“It’s okay sweetie, you can be as loud as you want” he smiles softly and continues teasing you through the fabric. He hears you shake your head against the covers, still suppressing any noises that might dare escape you at his touch.
“No Matty, it’s embarrassing....
“It’s just us, no-one else can hear you…” Matt replies, trying to help you relax.
“but you can hear me!” you squeak nervously as Matt hooks his fingers over the waistband of your underwear and pulls them slowly down your legs.
“Of course honey, but it lets me know if you’re having a good time.” he reassures you, warm hands stroking up your calves.
“Matty, you know if i’m having a good time, you can sense it other ways, you're just teasing me.” you huff, but you let him open your legs further apart anyway and he shuffles up the bed to sit on his knees in between them.
“I'm not teasing sweetheart, I promise. I love hearing you, it’s extremely sexy.” he purrs, and you wriggle as he slowly slides his hands up your inner thighs towards your center.
“No it’s not.”
“Baby, all your little noises you make when you’re enjoying yourself, it's the hottest thing, but I'd never want you to feel uncomfortable.”
You exhale a wavering breath, barely a sound at all, as Matt strokes two of his fingers gently between your wet folds.
“Mm, was that a small noise maybe? Think I might have heard something just then…” a grin slowly spreads across his face.
Your body shudders and your hips jump as he coats his fingers in your arousal, just teasing at your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. He can tell you’re biting at your lip and holding in a gasp. He dips them inside you just up to the first knuckle feeling how you open up for them.
“That feel nice sweetie? You can close your eyes if that helps?”
You turn your face into the pillow again, squirming and nodding silently, closing your eyes as your breath hitches. He pushes his fingers in a little more and it’s so good, it’s what you need.
“Can you tell me if this is okay? If you like it?” he pushes them in even deeper and you huff out the breath you’ve been holding onto.
“Yeah it-it’s…okaaay…” you manage to say as he smiles warmly and keeps on gently pumping the two digits in and out of your pussy.
“Oh that’s good sweetheart, can you tell me how it feels when I do this?” He’s curling and rubbing against the front wall of your cunt and you start to writhe on the bed.
“Y-yesss… feels good, Matty.”
“Good girl! Oh you’re such a good girl for telling me what you like…”
Your hips rock up against his hand in response to his praise and you’re getting wetter as he keeps going, the slick sounds growing louder as he keeps on gently fucking you with his fingers.
“Sounds so fucking good sweetie, can you hear that? How turned on you are? So gorgeous, you’re doing so well for me baby.”
You let out a tiny ‘mmf’ as Matt slides his free hand up your side caressing your breast and flicking his thumb over your hardened nipple as he plunges his fingers in deeper.
“And this? Is this okay angel?”
You arch slightly off the bed, your legs falling open wider and your mouth doing the same. “Uhh…s’good!”
Matt can’t stop smiling. “You’re being so damn good for me, you know that?”
“Matty…” you whine, small gasps every time he presses into your g-spot.
“What is it, tell me what you need, princess?”
You’re thrusting your hips back against his hand now, feeling a tightening in your belly.
“More, please, Matty…”
“More? You want another one of my fingers in you sweetheart?”
You whimper and nod as he slides a third digit in alongside the others, the coiling feeling in you continuing to grow. “There you go… that's it."
“Mmn!”
“Oh that’s so, so good my love, you sound so fucking sexy… can I make you cum, angel?”
The deep, silky tone of his voice is driving you insane and you find you can’t hold anything in anymore.
“Uhuhh… Matty please, yes… make me cum, oh it feels soo- please make me cum!”
“Anything for you sweetie.”
Matt keeps the rhythm of his fingers steady sliding his other hand down to rub on your clit with his thumb at the same time. You’ve still got your eyes screwed shut, your breath loud and labored and interspersed with your rising whines. All you can hear is Matt’s gently guiding voice and the filthy sounds from between your thighs. You moan as you let yourself enjoy the pleasure you’re feeling, getting louder as it builds and builds.
“Open your eyes for me darling, look at me,” You obey and immediately can see his cock straining against his pants. “See what you’re doing to me? That’s all you and your fucking sexy little noises baby, making me so hard for you.” He feels your pussy walls start fluttering. “Mm you’re close aren’t you baby, will you tell me?”
“Fuck, oh yes! So close, oh god it feels so good- uhh, m’gonna come… you’re gonna make me come, Matt- oh, oh!”
Your back arches up off the bed and you're orgasming with the loudest and hottest moans that Matt’s highly sensitive ears have ever heard as he keeps on stimulating you, staying in perfect synchrony with your wild thrashing movements as your cunt squeezes around his fingers like a vice and you flood all over them as you come for him.
When you're finally spent, he ever so gently pulls his fingers out, licking up all of the taste of you, then he scoops you up in his arms and holds you close to him, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“That’s my noisy girl, so good. How about we find out how loud you get when I fuck you, hmm?”
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|| 29. Table Sex ||
Gif: @briefcasejuice
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: rough p in v.
Author's note: Foggy isn't really surprised. If you enjoy my writing I really appreciate comments and reblogs!
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"Matt- Matt! Stop, stop, it's gonna break!"
He'd been on you as soon as Foggy had bid you both a good night. As soon as he heard his footsteps fading down the stairs, you were slammed up against the door, his hands around your waist and his lips like a firebrand against your neck. He was feral, hungry for you since early in the day when he first picked up on your little game. He struggled to hold himself back until the day's end as you purposefully teased him, the scent of your arousal faint on your fingertips but strong enough to drive him crazy. That sweet ambrosia, the juice from the most tempting apple from the tree of (carnal) knowledge. He was the Lucifer to your Lilith.
He lifted you easily, hands grabbing and squeezing your perfect ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist, growling with impatience as he pressed his hips into yours letting you feel just how much you had riled him up.
He was attacking you with his mouth, wet and controlling kisses barely letting you breathe as he carried you, stumbling across the office until he reached his desk. He held you against it, hands fumbling and grasping, pushing up your skirt and ripping your damp underwear part way down your legs. He lifted you up onto the top of the desk and pulled them all the way off, roughly nudging your thighs apart as he undid his pants.
"Matt! What's got into you?!" You squealed as he roughly coated his cock in your slick then thrust inside with a deep rumbling groan of satisfaction. You moaned along with him as he gave you next to no time to get comfortable, thrusting hard and fast, fucking you into the desk making it creak.
"Oh, did you think I'd be gentle? With you teasing me like that all fucking day?" He rams into you, his cock hitting you so deep you have to stop yourself from screaming. "Think I'd have any self-control left with you getting back from 'lunch' and you've been touching yourself like that? Hmm?"
You tried your best to hold on to the desk but it wasn't easy given the pace he was going. The desk is rocking violently on its legs. "Yes I knew it'd drive you crazy, just maybe… not, this much- ahh!"
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've let the devil out sweetheart, and you know I won't stop until I get what I want…"
You yelp again as he drives into you, the friction of his pelvis against yours more than enough stimulation for you to start ramping you up to an orgasm. "Oh fuck Matty! I do know… but the desk- shit! We're gonna break the desk!"
"S'fine. Foggy fixed it after the last time. Mm, just focus on me baby, ain't gonna be long…"
Foggy held the edge of the desk, pushing it, watching it rock back and forth on its wobbly legs. "But how did it even get like this? These screws shouldn't be coming loose like that… what the heck are you doing to it-"
Matt stood with his hands out open at his sides, shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing!"
Foggy scrubbed his hand over his face. "Oh boy, nope! Nope, don't wanna know." He quickly tightened the screws up and shut himself in his own office for the rest of the day.
"Oh god, oh fuck! Matt please, it's gonna-!"
He was relentless, pounding into you, the wet smack of skin on skin bouncing off the office walls.
"It's not gonna break… fuck I'm so close- oh fuck yes sweetie, cum for me…"
You couldn't stop it even if you tried, gripped by your orgasm you felt like you were falling, briefly hearing a sharp crack that was drowned out by your loud moans. Then you realised you were on the floor, atop the broken remnants of the desk, its legs wrenched out from under the surface. Matt at least had enough forethought to brace your head and neck and hold you as you both fell, still grinding his hips as he empties himself into you with a long, low grunt.
He nuzzles into your neck as you start to laugh. "I told you! How the hell are you gonna explain this to Foggy?"
He hums, overwhelmed by the feel of you, smiling and kissing your cheek making you laugh even more. "Hm, gonna tell him it's shoddy workmanship. Need somethin' sturdier for next time."
"Next time? Next time you're gonna wait till we get home!"
"Aw," Matt whines, "where's the fun in that?"
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|| 25. Sex Pollen ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x Frank Castle X female reader
Warnings: male masturbation, p in v, oral (male receiving, female receiving, and m/m), creampie, cum eating.
Author's note: this is just ridiculous 🤣 dedicated to @idrinkcoffeeandobsess thank you for the idea!
You're pulled into the back of Frank's van by the scruff of your jacket, clouds of reddish smoke swirling around you. "What the hell was that? Tear gas or something? Shit, eugh it tastes awful!"
Frank has his hands wrapped around your arms, looking you up and down. "Definitely not tear gas. You'd fuckin' know if it was. You alright though?"
You cough again and nod, "I'm fine, just need some water, or maybe something stronger at this rate. Did you see where they went?"
Frank shakes his head. "Couldn't see fuckin' shit out there. Red? You okay? You look like shit man."
Matt's curled up against the inside of the van, head tilted down between his knees. His hair is all ruffled and sweaty from his mask and you notice his breathing is shallow and fast.
"Matt?" You reach to touch his arm and get knocked back away from him as he scrabbles to get away from you.
He steadies himself in the corner. "Shit, I'm sorry! Please just don't, please don't touch me… I need to, need to get home."
You move back as Frank crawls into the front cab behind the wheel and starts it up.
"Okay, we're on our way. It's alright." You clear your throat again, suddenly feeling warm.
"D'you think it was some kind of pepper spray? I mean, it's not painful but I feel really hot, do you guys feel that too?"
Frank pulls at his collar. "Yeah, a bit. Figured it was just all the runnin' from those fucks."
Matt's pulling off his gloves like they're burning him. His forehead is beaded with sweat and he's shifting about uncomfortably, clawing at his suit. "Hurry up Frank, I can't stand it in here."
The three of you enter Matt's apartment via the fire escape and the roof so you don't draw any unwanted attention from the neighbours. Leather, kevlar and blood aren't the most subtle of fashions. Matt hurries awkwardly down the stairs and into his bedroom, almost ripping the door off its rollers.
You and Frank gulp down some water and you pull off your jacket before you sit on the couch. It was so fucking hot.
“No! Y-you both need to leave. Now.”
"D’ya think I should go check on him?” You start to rise but then you hear Matt’s voice, unsure and apprehensive in its tone.
“Matt, what’s wrong, did you get hit?” You pull open the door of the bedroom a little way. There’s a trail of his clothing strewn on the floor leading to the bed where he’s sat in his boxers on the opposite side facing away from you. He’s still breathing hard, his arm is trembling but you can’t see why.
“Matt, what are you-”
“Fuck! I told you to go- you can’t be here, your scent is too fucking strong, the stuff we were hit with- it’s- oh god…”
You watch open mouthed, suddenly feeling extremely heated as he leans back on the bed, and you can see his hand fisting over his cock rapidly. The dampness between your thighs suddenly increases tenfold and Matt chokes out a moan as he locks on to your scent.
“Oh…”
“Great. Fucking great.” You hear the grumble from behind you. “Been hit by a fuckin’ sex grenade.” Frank announces.
You turn towards him, suddenly very aware of just how good he smells up close, but you can't believe what the words that are coming out of his mouth. “A WHAT?! What the fuck are you actually serious? What the hell is going on?”
Matt's voice turns low. "I told you… get out, I'll- I'm gonna deal with this. Fuck! Just go!"
“Sorry Red, no-ones goin' anywhere right now. Gotta fuck it out of our system, it’s the only way. Doin' it on yer own ain't gonna work, believe me.” He starts pulling his sweat-damp shirt off over his head.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? I don’t even… is this a real thing?" You can't believe what you're seeing, or feeling, as both Matt and Frank are looking so very delicious to you right now that your underwear is drenched to a ridiculous degree.
"Shit. How do- how the fuck do we do this?"
Frank comes up closer behind you. "Guess you're past the point of embarrassment now sweetheart, huh?" he says, helping you with your vest that you had already started peeling off.
You turn around to face him, his eyes are deep black pools that you want to dive into. And those fucking lips have no right being anywhere else but on your pussy right now.
"You've been through this before?!" you ask him, still slightly incredulous as you feel his heated gaze.
He nods, the fingers of his incredibly large hands ghosting down the side of your neck and you can't stop yourself from leaning into his touch.
"Yeah," he swallows, his eyes roving over every bit of you with a deep hunger. "The effects can only be counteracted by a different source of DNA. You can't get yourself off, has to be someone else…"
Your realise your hands are sliding down his chest, bumping over his ridged abs and vee-line towards the waistband of his black jeans, but Frank stops you with a seemingly herculean effort.
"Nah, not yet. Take care of him first," he nods at Matt who is panting heavily and whining. "he's gonna be feelin' it worst of all."
You strip off your pants, boots and underwear, crawling across the bed towards Matt. He reaches for you desperately, pulling you over him, immediately grinding against himself against your core.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I can't stop… please, please will you… fuck you smell so fucking good-"
"I- I, I'm on birth control but do you have any-"
Frank grunts, stalking towards the bed with an extremely obvious bulge in his pants.
"Won't work sweetheart, DNA remember? Gotta be au naturel."
You nod slowly. "Fuck… okay, okay…"
"I'm clean, I'm- oh god-" Matt's quick reassurance is enough to have you taking his angry looking cock in your hand and slowly sinking down on him. His hands jump to grip onto your hips, he's practically vibrating under you, holding himself back, waiting for your permission.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry-"
"Matt," you hush him, even though you're similarly overwhelmed by the intense sensation. "you don't need to apologise, it's okay, none of this is our fault. Let me help you."
He fills you so deliciously, throbbing inside you. When you slowly start to move he groans, digging his fingers into your flesh as the fog begins to clear and he can see you laying out a path to his release.
The hot desperate itch you're feeling is being scratched so fucking good you can't help moaning aloud, your head snapping up as Frank's hand comes to the side of your face, his other palming his cock through his pants. You paw at his belt, looking up at him with wide eyes as he starts to unbuckle it, watching you ride the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Matt's hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you down to press against his body, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"Y'feel amazing," he murmurs, relaxed now, his hips now undulating up to meet yours in increasingly powerful thrusts.
Frank moves onto the bed above Matt, knees either side of his head. His fingers stroking gently down your spine gets your attention, his cock bobs inches away from your mouth, dripping precum. Your mouth drops open almost automatically and he groans deep as you move forward, swirling your tongue around his glistening tip before you take hold of his shaft and wrap your lips around him.
"Holy fucking shit." Frank's eyes start to close as the hot wet feel of your mouth is everything he's been needing since the street. He snaps them open again as he can't not watch. Your tongue teases around the head of his aching cock while you're still fucking yourself on Red, the whole scene makes him twitch and leak. You moan as you take him deeper into your mouth, stroking what you can't fit in, and he feels it right through him. Matt guides your hips so you don't have to think, too wrapped up in the tight, velvety heat of you to worry about Frank being so close, his musky scent filling his head.
You whimper as Matt picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast, chasing his end. You feel his rough fingertips graze over your swollen bud and you groan around Frank's cock. He starts moving his hips, fucking your face and somehow it's all you need.
"Fuck baby, if I'm honest, I didn't need to be hit by that stuff to want this from you."
You pull your lips off him for a second to reply, "neither did I."
"How about you, altar boy?" Frank grills.
Matt feels up your tits as he continues to rut into you. "I want you… both." he confesses, gaining enough clarity to bring his thumb to rub over your clit as he fucks you so hard and fast you can't respond, so hard that-
"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum."
Matt groans in relief, hips stuttering wildly as you can almost feel him painting the inside of you as you reach your orgasm simultaneously.
He winces slightly as you climb off and pull Frank down onto the bed.
"Yeah..." He's staring, watching the cum drip down your inner thigh and can't hold back any longer, hauling you up to sit with your legs either side of his head so he can lick it up.
"Oh… oh shit," you moan as he works his mouth over you, fucking you with his tongue. Frank echoes your sentiments with a deep groan feeling him jerk under you as Matt climbs over him taking his thick cock into his mouth to suck.
Frank's got no qualms now, taking whatever you and the devil want to give him. And whatever magic Matt works with his lips, tongue and hands is translated right through from Frank's mouth to your pussy, and you're high as a kite on it. The three of you are a writhing mess of unbridled lust, easily working each other closer to purging the effects of the sex pollen.
And after it's worn off?
You don't think any of you could stop if you tried.
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|| 22. Phone Sex ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: masturbation
Author's note: I love Zemo 😂
"So, you gonna answer that Buck?" Steve turns to him from the quinjet cockpit.
Bucky looks down at the screen, it's been ringing out for a while now. His thumb hovers over the answer swipe button with your name displayed above it as he just stares. You had not long started dating and you were turning out to be insatiable. He was addicted.
"Yeah." He gets up and starts towards the back of the jet. "Uh, I'll just go in the back. It's a… thing, I just gotta…"
Steve raises a curious brow but just shrugs. "Sure, go do your… 'thing', but we're landing in ten."
"I know." He quickly shuts himself in the bunk room, swiping up on his phone as he sits down on his cot.
"Baby," comes your voice through the speaker, soft and needy. "Is everything going okay? When are you coming home? I miss you."
"Doll, hey. It's fine, a few more days is all, you know I miss you too?"
You hum and click your tongue. "Not sure I can wait a few more days, James. Need you." you sigh.
He lays down and stretches out on the cot. So, you're in that kind of mood… something he can work with at least. "Mm. You in bed?"
"Yeah, all alone." You manage to pout through the phone and Bucky can't hold back his smirk.
"Aww sweetheart," he drawls, "I'd fuckin' hope you're all alone…"
You huff. "You know what I mean."
He laughs, it's too easy to wind you up when you're desperate for him. And he's just as bad. He clears his throat and gets comfortable.
"Alright, I'll tell you what's gonna happen. I ain't got long but I wanna be good to you. I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen, and, if I tell you to do something you're gonna do it. You got that, doll?"
As soon as you hear that tone in his voice your body responds like it's on autopilot. "Yes baby." You quickly reply.
"That's my good girl. Now, you all naked sweetheart?”
You reply with an eager ‘mmhm’, wriggling on the sheets as you wait with baited breath and a quickening heartbeat for his instructions.
“Are you… excited?” He cheekily asks, knowing full well how much this turns you on.
You're a little bit more than that. Soaked already from thrill of having him make you come over the phone with just his voice. Still, you aim to please.
"So, so excited. All for you."
"Put your hand down between your legs sweetheart, and let me hear how wet you are."
You moan as your fingers slide so easily through your folds, holding the phone near so that he can hear the slick noises as you start to touch yourself.
"Mm s'good baby," he responds, "can't wait to get home and treat you like you deserve, my mouth on you, all day every day."
At that admission you squeeze your thighs together and start stroking over your clit. A wavering whimper meets Bucky's ears and he shifts uncomfortably on the bunk, unable to curb the interest his cock was taking.
"Shit baby, you sound so sweet, you gonna fuck yourself with your fingers for me?"
The phone is laid down at your side as you push two already wet fingers inside your pussy, sliding them in and out at pace as you keep on teasing your clit. "Oh, feels so good…"
"Yeah, bet it does. Go faster."
You bite down on your lip as you obey, sending little gasps of pleasure over the line to his ears. "Bucky… want you..."
He clears his throat, resisting the urge to palm over his cock. There was no time for him, only for you.
"That's a good girl, do this for me. C'mon, faster."
You can't help the way your hips lift up off the bed each time you plunge your fingers into yourself, getting wetter and wetter as you imagine it was him instead. "Oh…"
"Don't stop darlin', need you to come real fast. Need to hear you doll. You gonna do it sweetheart?"
Your long desperate whine just makes him harder as you fuck yourself for him. "Bucky, please!"
"That's it baby, that's it… c'mon," he hears the telltale change in your breathing as you tip over the edge and it's almost enough to have him coming in his pants. "oh, there you go…"
Your screams and moans are so loud he swears that Steve would probably be able to hear it over the phone and through the strengthened walls of the jet.
When your harsh gasps have quietened, you ask him why there was such a rush.
"Yeah, real sorry about that. Wanted to take my time with you but we gotta meet someone. And boy was it was gonna be awkward to begin with but now, uh…"
Bucky attempted to stay in Steve's shadow as they walked down the jet ramp towards their waiting contacts, but there was no hiding it.
"James, such a pleasure to see you once more. However, it seems you are even happier to see me?"
"Fuck you, Zemo."
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|| 18. Lingerie ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock
Warnings: masturbation. 🤤
Author's note: boy's really got a thing for texture...
"Okay," you grab your keys from the tray on the bedside table before leaning over to kiss Matt goodbye. "Baby, I'm really sorry I've got to work on a Saturday, but I'll see you for lunch?"
He cups your face in his hands, lips trailing kisses all over your cheeks making you laugh before he plants one square on your mouth. As you pull away he trails his fingers all the way down your arm to your hand, hooking them with yours.
"Can't wait." He replies, beaming as he lets you go.
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Your footsteps fade as he stretches out, savouring the last remnants of a brief lie-in before he has to get up and get moving.
He opens the closet pulling out the top drawer, feeling around to the right-hand side where he usually keeps his boxers and and his fingers close around something smooth, silky and familiar, but it's not his.
He pulls it out, examining it. A pair of your silk panties. He encouraged you to keep some clothes at his place for the times when you stayed over, unexpectedly or otherwise. His face splits with a warm smile, one day soon he's going to suggest moving in together, he knows you're keen, and he can't wait to share his home with you.
Matt somehow finds himself sitting, naked, on the edge of the bed with your underwear still in his hand. He's running his thumb over the material, remembering how it hugged and skimmed over the curve of your ass when you wore them last. It feels so soft, almost fluidic on his fingers. They feel so good when they're on you, when you're on his lap or riding his thigh. He remembers vividly how they were soaked with your slick, sticking to your cunt as he peeled them away to taste you.
Even though they've been laundered he can still smell your scent ingrained in the delicate fibres.
His dick twitches, he's half hard.
He doesn't even think about what he's doing, just slips them on, and lays back on the bed, his cock simultaneously caressed and imprisoned by the silk as it presses out against it insistently as he gets even harder. Your panties fit him surprisingly well, his cock fits in at an angle, the tip of him barely contained by the delicate elastic of the waistband. He can't help it, closing his eyes and running his palm over himself, a tight huff of breath let out at the sheer sensitivity. Every small movement makes the fabric rub over his skin, releasing the ghost of your essence to further tease out his desire. He rolls onto his front, starting to grind his hips into the mattress but it's too much, too fast. Wanting to savour this little treat, he turns onto his back again, one hand curling under the pillow at the back of his head, the other tracing his fingertips featherlight along the strong line of his cock through the silk.
He licks his lips, focusing purely on the sensation. Drawing up from the base with his fingers, slow, teasing, and deliberate, all the way up to the head where he's leaking precum already. A shaky breath cuts through the muted noises of the city in the background. He works himself up this way for a long while, until theres a large wet spot staining the front of your panties and he's shivering with the need to release.
He idly wonders what would you think if you saw him like this as he wraps his hand around his cock and finally gives over to his selfish compulsion.
He comes so hard that he doesn't sense you walking into the bedroom because you'd forgotten your phone.
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¦¦ 12. Hate Sex ¦¦
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: knifeplay, rough sex, some fluff
Author’s note: Just another fucking self-indulgent dream isn’t it?
“Get THE FUCK out!” you scream. Frank had never seen you this pissed off before. Especially not with him.
“Hey, hey, I just wanna talk, okay?” he holds his hands up, still slowly making his way across the room towards you. The side of his head smarting from where you’d lobbed a mug at him when he’d first entered your apartment.
You snarl at him, hand reaching for the blade you keep strapped to your thigh. “Fucking GET OUT!”
He keeps advancing. Your fingers twitch.
“C’mon baby…”
“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me! After what you did?”
He stops where he is, palms still open. “I know, I know. S’why I’m here… to say I’m sorry.”
“It was mine. MINE, Frank.”
“Okay, yeah, maybe I overstepped…”
You fold your arms and stand leaning into your hip, waiting and watching to see if he could come up with a good enough apology for you. You wouldn’t hold your breath.
“Sure as hell know that now…” he mutters under his breath, “but I thought we were a team?”
You snort. “A team trusts each other, it was MY target, I had it under control.”
Frank huffs back. “Oh yeah? Is that right?”
You straightened, hackles rising back up ready for a fight. “Yeah it’s fuckin’ right! And if you interfere like that it just shows plain and simple you don’t trust me!”
He looks away and laughs. “You’re right, I don’t trust you. if you’dve waited one more second he would have been in the fucking wind, girl. It’s just as well I took the shot.”
“That’s a real good apology… coming over here to tell me how I'm doing it wrong, huh?”
Frank shook his head. God, you were so infuriating. “Well somebody’s gotta show ya how it’s done.”
You stepped towards him, your body buzzing, incandescent with rage. “And that’s gonna be you, is it Castle?”
He makes a show of looking around.
“Don’t see anyone else capable in the room…”
“Oh you’re a fucking piece of work!” you growl, your chest heaving as the anger turns to adrenaline.
He moves closer.
“Could say the same of you, sweetheart. Some of the shit you pull out there, christ, you need to loosen up.”
You lose it and lunge, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the wall, your knife pressed against his throat as you pin him there.
He chuckles despite his precarious position, but he had you right where he wanted you now. “Just proved my point, baby. You’re wound up far too tight.” The side of his mouth pulls up in a smirk. “You even gettin’ any?”
You bare your teeth as you push the edge of the blade just a hair’s width further against the skin of his neck, a sliver of a red line blooming.
“Shut. Up." you hiss.
Fuck, he might be right though. You’d been on edge for so long. So many fights ending with your hormones pumped up through the roof from the danger and excitement of it, no way to come down and let loose. Your own hand could only do so much.
You hated that he could read you so easily.
“Mm. That’s what I thought.” He presses his thigh forward between your legs and you can’t stop the small noise you let out when you feel it thick and hard against your core.
“Fuck you!” you spat, but you couldn’t move. You found yourself frozen, heart hammering fast and furious as Frank’s deep brown eyes roamed over you, like they were stripping you bare. The pressure of his leg was making you wet.
“I’d love to.” he says, voice dropping low as he pushes away your knife arm easily.
The blade clatters to the floor and your hands fly to his face, grabbing him as you smash your mouth against his. He grunts as you kiss with exactly the same violence as you fight, his hand cupping the back of your head and the other pulling you closer by the small of your back to grind against his leg. You pull and tug at his hair making him grunt hard and he turns you both around, slamming your back against the wall making you moan in return as he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth.
You claw at his shirt like an animal, pulling it up and over his disgustingly ripped abs and he helps you, taking it all the way off and reaching for your t-shirt to do the same.
His scruff scratches at your skin as he frantically makes his way south, kissing and licking every inch of you, his hands mapping out the curves of your body as he’s sucking the swell of your tits and working down to your pants. He wrenches them open after a quick glance up to check in and your nod tells him to keep going, ripping them off you along with your boots, chucking them across the floor and then homing in on where he’s been dreaming of being for the past few months.
When his mouth latches onto your pussy your legs turn to jelly. He holds you firm, hands at your ass digging in as he licks a slow, wet, stripe right up the middle of your core. You taste better than he could ever have imagined. He buries his face in you, breathing you in, determined in his mission to make you feel good.
“Frank.. Jesus-” you moan as his eyes flick up to meet yours and he works his tongue over you making you feel something you’ve not felt for years. He laps at your clit and you shiver, moaning again as he pulls you down on his face encouraging you to grind against it and take what you need. You didn't think it could get any better until you felt his hand sliding down between your thighs and his fingers teasing at your entrance. He looks up at you again and you're nodding, your mouth dropping open and your eyes closing as he slips two thick digits inside.
"Fuck…"
He’s moaning against your pussy as he fucks his fingers into you and swirls the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. He crooks them, rubbing against that spongy spot and you almost collapse as your orgasm comes crashing over you like a tornado knocking you for six.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asks gruffly, getting to his feet and lifting you up easily before you can second guess yourself. You point him in the rough direction as you wrap your legs around his thick waist and let him carry you in your lust-drunk post-orgasmic haze. He bursts through the door, throwing you down so he can strip off his pants, and you can’t contain the want in your expression seeing just how turned on he is from eating you out. He prowls onto the bed above you like a predatory beast caging you under him.
“You gonna show me how it's done, Castle?” you jibe, slapping him across the face. He grins and grabs you roughly, hauling you over him as he rolls underneath you.
“Nah. You’re runnin’ this show baby girl.”
Your gaze runs over his body once more before you take his cock in your hand. He groans and you decide a little teasing might be fun, shimmying down so you can lick your way up his thick throbbing vein and watch as he crumbles at your touch.
“Shiiit...” is all he can manage as you suck the head of him into your mouth, throwing his head back into the pillows as you swirl your tongue over his slit and taste him.
“You don’t trust me with a gun in my hand but with my mouth around your cock it’s all good, huh?”
He moans as your teeth very gently scrape against the velvety skin. “Only ‘cos that mouth was fucking made to suck my cock.” he throws back at you. “Fuck!”
You hum around him, stroking his sac and seeing how his muscles twitch as your hand moves faster. He gasps as you suddenly stop and climb back up to straddle him. “You think you’ve got the moves out there, Frank,” you grin as you rub your soaking pussy over him and notch the tip of his cock at your opening.
“Show me what I’ve been missing out on…”
He holds onto your hips and in one powerful thrust, buries his cock to the hilt. You both cry out at the sensation - you’re absolutely feral with the feeling of him filling you up, and Frank’s going insane at how soft and tight and wet you are around him. You move first, your nails digging into his broad pectorals and leaving little crescent welts as you rock your hips and start riding him. He feels so good but you’d never admit it, not yet anyway. He fucks like he fights, disarmed you so easily, and now he was taking you apart, stripping you down like you were one of his guns, methodical and precise but with a tenderness you'd never expected.
There's you thinking he's got this all in control but meanwhile, Frank is trying his best not to blow his load like a teenager. You’re a fucking goddess above him, the sight of you around him, riding him like a fucking rodeo bull with your beautiful tits bouncing and little desperate sounds he’s only ever heard in his imagination. Yeah, your temper might be all sparks but your body is a fucking blazing inferno in which he will happily burn to a crisp.
"Fuck, hit me again," he asks, and you throb internally at the grunt he makes when you slap him hard right across his face.
His fingers dig into your flesh and he starts pistoning his hips up knocking the breath and sense out of you.
“Oh! Oh god damn Frank that feels so good… t-this doesn’t change anything-" you gasp out, "I still fucking hate you!”
He grunts through gritted teeth as his thumb glides over your clit and you clench around his cock. “The feeling’s -ngh fuck- mutual.”
"I hate you so much…so. fucking. much… shit, shit, don't stop!" your moans increase in both pitch and volume as you begin to crest and he's just looking up, completely awestruck at you. Frank.exe has just crashed. He skims his hand up your body, squeezing your breast, grazing your nipple, sliding up to wrap his huge hand around the base of your neck. Your head falls back as he gives you the slightest pressure and you're screaming his name as you come, taking him right along with you, hard, fast and so fucking intensely you both think you might black out.
When you collapse on him his arms slip around embracing you automatically. The closeness feels strange, but then in the instant in which he nuzzles your cheek and kisses you softly there, it doesn't. In the post-orgasmic clarity your conflicting emotions gradually mellow into something that just might be tentatively described as 'right'.
Maybe you had overreacted… a bit. Maybe this was what you needed. Maybe this does change things… maybe you needed him?
"Can hear your mind workin'." He mumbles.
"Mmm." you reply.
"You forgiven me yet sweetheart?"
"Don't push your luck, Castle."
He rolls you over beside him, looking at you with a glint in his eye. "We fightin' again? 'Cos I'll need about ten minutes…"
You huff and start kicking him out the bed with your feet but he sees the smirk on your lips and knows you're playing.
"Get out!"
"You really want me to leave, after that?"
"No, I wanna shower before round two."
"Oh… glutton for punishment, huh?" he laughs and follows you to the bathroom just like a puppy dog.
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Rating: Explicit 18+ no minors!
Pairings include: Matt Murdock x female reader, Frank Castle x female reader, Tristan Thorne x female reader, Michael Kinsella X female reader, Bucky Barnes X female reader, Matt x Frank x female reader, Matt Murdock x Frank Castle,
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Morning Sex - Frank x reader
Sex Toys - Frank x reader
Voice Kink - Matt x reader
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Rimming - Matt x reader
Hate/Angry Sex - Frank x reader
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Overstimulation - Matt x Frank
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Pegging - Frank x reader
Lingerie - Matt
Masturbation - Matt x reader
Mirror Sex - Bucky x reader
Praise Kink - Matt x reader
Phone Sex - Bucky x reader
Food Play - Frank x reader
Tender Sex - Tristan Thorne x reader
Sex Pollen - Matt x Frank x reader
Sexting - tbc
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Formal Wear - Frank x reader
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¦¦ 08. Voice Kink ¦¦
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: Praise kink, talking to orgasm, restraint failure ;) p in v sex (wrap it up folks!)
Author’s Notes: I just really really love being a good girl...
"Tell me what you need."
Oh, there it is. That something in his quiet tone that's like a firm but gentle hand around your throat. It says he could all too easily throw you around, but also that he knows that it makes you weak, that you'll obey. He just has to ask.
You remember clear as day when you first realised his voice made you feel… things. You'd never thought an opening statement could ever be sexy, but here you were, sitting at the back of the court with your nails digging into your thighs as Matt paved the way for a flawless defense with only his words, his voice. The confidence it projected, the honesty it carried, the way his tone dropped with effortless control… you were a puddle by the time the judge banged the gavel.
Of course he had noticed the state you were in, no matter how much you tried to compose yourself and calm the heat in your cheeks and between your legs, but he said nothing.
Only afterwards when you all gathered for some celebratory drinks in Josie's did he react. The bar was full and noisy so Matt leaned in close, his lips a hair's breadth away from your ear. His voice a low drawl tinged with the warmth of a couple of whiskeys.
"You seemed uh, a little distracted in court earlier… any reason?"
You take a particularly large sip of your drink, swallowing as slowly as possible before you have to answer.
"I… um, you just really nailed that opening statement."
"Oh, well thank you angel, but I had you and Foggy to help craft it, so can't take all the credit…" he smiles that genuine smile that always takes your legs out from underneath you. "And was that all?"
You swallow again, your mouth dry.
"It's the way you…, your voice is so… I just like listening to your voice." You blurt out, the admission loosened by the alcohol. "You sound so sure of yourself… but not in an asshole way!"
He cocks his head, it was already clear he was not going to let go of this. "Oh really? And… what sort of way would you say, then?" His tone had dropped even lower now, your pulse speeding up in response. The fucker knew what it was doing to you, he was just winding you up for sport. His fingers are brushing against yours on the table and it's like being burned.
"Uhh, just, confident? Like you know what you want." You watch his tongue dart out to lick his lips. "It's just something I noticed, very recently. It's um, it's very… attractive."
You try your best to stay calm, to ignore the throbbing between your thighs but you're already in trouble, already too far gone.
"And how about you, do you know what you want?" he whispers the question, but you have no problem hearing him above the din of the bar. Nope, no problem at all. You're zeroed in on his voice, the texture of it, every little inflection and emphasis. You're in so deep now there's no going back on what you've said, he knows, and won't let you.
"Yeah…" you practically moan, "I want you to take me home and tell me what to do."
Matt smirks, takes your hand, and does just that.
-
"Be patient," he tells you as your hands twitch at your sides. “Are you listening?”
Oh god yes you are fucking listening. His voice is like gravel in honey, rough edges and liquid gold wrapped in dark chocolate in your ears and seeping under your skin as you lie completely naked on his bed. He sits at your side mere inches away.
"Yes Matty." you’re bound to his commands, you'll do anything for him.
“I want you to close your eyes while I describe exactly what I want to do to you… but you’re not allowed to touch, not yet. Is that okay angel?”
"Yes." you breathe, your body tingling with anticipation already.
“Good. I would start here,”
He’s so close, breath fanning over your cheek as he speaks. “I'd tell you how beautiful you are, all spread out just for me, and I would kiss you, right here,” he blows gently just under your earlobe where it meets the skin of your neck and you shiver. “that little spot that you like… that makes you-”
You let out a small moan right on cue, you feel like you’re combusting and he’s barely started. "Just like that." he grins at how responsive you are.
"My lips on you, all the way down the side of your neck, over your collarbones, on the soft skin of your beautiful tits… mm, would you like that kitten?"
You squirm on the bed, squeezing your legs together and nodding fervently.
"Yeah that's right angel, just imagine me kissing and sucking marks into your gorgeous skin… can you feel it? Tugging at your nipples with my teeth, making you make those little sounds you know I love."
You make another little sound just then, your fingers clawing at the sheets, desperate for him to touch you, or to let you touch yourself, but he won't.
"You're doing so well for me sweetheart, I'm gonna make you feel so good I promise."
"Matt…" his words are phantoms licking at your core, his promises making you slick and hot. You need him so bad.
"I'd kiss down over your belly, your hips. God, you're so soft and you smell so good sweetie. Part your legs for me baby, that's it."
You do as he says, baring yourself, compliance coming so easily with the state you're in. You feel the bed dip and warm breath right over your pussy and you gasp, lifting your hips up to chase after the sensation.
"You feel that?" He teases you, sitting back just out of reach. "I know you want my mouth on you."
You moan in frustration. "Matty yes, please…"
"Keep your eyes closed." He instructs, and you shift again. He tunes in to the thudding of your heartbeat and can't ignore the second pulse growing stronger between your legs.
"Want my tongue there, angel? Oh yeah you do. I can practically taste you already, you're so wet, so sweet…"
His voice is pure sin kissing your ears, you can't get enough of it. "God, Matt, please touch me!"
"Shh-shh, good girls get what they want, don't they sweetheart?"
You were aching so badly for him. "Yes."
"Are you my good girl?"
"Yes!" you cry out, your body vibrating with need. You feel him moving over you, still not touching you directly, just hovering. You stay as still as you can even as your chest heaves up and down, wanting to please him so he'll reward you for being patient.
"Darling you're doing so good, I know how much you want to feel my tongue dragging up your pretty pussy… mm, how much you need me to lick you right there, to taste you. Fuck."
You hear him swallow hard, it seems this little game is affecting him as much as it is you.
He hums. "Do you think I could make you cum without touching you, baby? Think I could just…" he blows so gently over your pussy, smiling as you tilt your hips up and groan at the ghost of the sensation. Your eyes are still shut tight and you hear the clink of a belt buckle and the rustle of fabric.
"Listen angel," his breath stutters and you don't need to look to know he's stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin driving you insane. "you hear that?" You ache with emptiness, clenching around nothing. If he doesn't fuck you right now you swore you were going to-
Your eyes snap open and Matt's right there above you, your strangled cry filling the room as the head of his cock is pushing into you, filling you, stretching you so fucking good just like you've been craving. Your arms lock around him instantly, pulling him so close, fingers threading through his hair and down his back to claw at his ass. You moan together at the relief that you can finally feel each other, your hips rocking up frantically to meet his. He swallows your pleasured whimpers, and they blend with his own as he's kissing you deeply and tasting your undiluted desperation. It spurs him to move faster, to fuck you like you've needed him too all day since the courtroom, he moves you to lift your leg up onto his shoulder so he can hit deep inside and feel you squeezing him so tight.
Every thrust pushes you higher, racking up the pleasure, throwing you towards an orgasm so fast it's making you dizzy. He hits that sweet spot within you over and over until you're almost gonna plead for him to stop, but you can't.
"Come for me sweetheart, oh fuck yes my good girl, let me feel you come on my cock..."
He doesn't even need to touch anywhere else, you come undone at his command. With his name both a dirty and sacred prayer on your lips and your nails digging into his back, you feel him pulse and spill inside you with a deep growl and several long, hard thrusts.
-
"I really think you could do it without touching me, with just your voice. I was this close." you pant, kissing him softly afterwards.
He chuckles, pulling you close and idly stroking your side. "oh yeah,” he says, sure of himself, “I know. I just couldn't wait."
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|| 29. Public Sex ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: p in v, fingering.
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It was your second year anniversary and Matt had asked you if you wanted to go out for a meal to celebrate, but you told him you’d be happier with the two of you taking a day off during the week and maybe just going to the park for a picnic. He’d loved the idea and so you’d found a quiet corner, a blanket laid out under a tree with a myriad of extra special tasty food and a bottle of champagne that Foggy and Marci had gifted to you.
You both sat leaning against the tree, clinking plastic glasses together with smiles and kisses. Of course it didn’t take long until the kisses turned a little more passionate and it was then that you pulled gently back from Matt’s gorgeously soft lips, smirking to yourself.
“I’ve got a surprise for you Matty.”
He tilts his head and smiles, “Aw sweetie…you didn’t need to-” he starts to say, but you lean in, your breath warm against his ear as you whisper into it.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Christ…” He clenches his jaw so hard he thinks he might have cracked a tooth.
You grin and swing your leg over him while he’s still stunned, straddling him and fluffing out the skirt of your summer dress to cover his lap entirely.
“Fuck. Sweetheart-”
“You wanna?” You ask, chewing on your lip and feeling extremely mischievous, running your fingers over his chest as your proposition sinks in.
He shakes the fuzz of hot blood out of his skull and tries his best to compose himself. Which is difficult as you’re sitting on his cock which is apparently completely onboard with the idea of you riding him in a public park in the middle of the city.
“Uh…”
You’re already sneaking your hands underneath your dress to undo his pants and pull him out before he can seem to get any proper words out. He feels hot and firm in your hand and it’s ridiculous how easy this is. You’ve been thinking about it all day up till now and so you’re absolutely wringing wet, sliding the tip of his cock along your pussy a couple of times before sinking all the way down, loving how he fills you completely. You lean forward, burying your face against his shoulder and neck, to anyone passing by it would just look like you were having a cuddle, albeit a rather intimate one.
Matt is stroking your back with a trembling hand, trying his best to ground himself. “I can’t believe you. You’re a fucking menace.”
You grin and shift a little, his cock drags against your inner walls and he winces, trying to hold in moan. “You love it Matty, and don’t try to pretend you don’t, you’re a shit liar.”
He groans as you lift yourself up and excruciatingly slowly lower back down with a ‘mmm’.
“Okay okay, just- just go slow? Really slow…please.”
You smile and kiss him just under his jaw, stubble scratching your lips. “Since you asked so nicely…”
You rock at a very leisurely pace, loving how on edge Matt feels in this whole situation, his senses are spread out on high alert but you’re just so fucking distracting and this whole thing has knocked his legs right out from under him. He brings his other hand up to rest on the back of your neck, holding you close as you grind the brains out of him.
“Just how long have you been planning this?” He manages to grit out, pressing a kiss at your temple.
“Not long…” you hum and move your hips a tiny bit faster with a smile.
“Shit shit shit-”
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous Matty,”
He swallows, hard. “Not nervous, sweetheart, just very much, uh, aroused…”
You take his hand and guide it under the hem of your dress. “Me too. Help me out?”
Matt manages to collect himself enough to move his fingers over you, quick and focused, and even though you’re not riding him like a bucking bronco, he knows that the instant you come you’re gonna take him with you.
It doesn’t take long. The thrill of being seen, or being caught is a lot, but combine it with the way it’s affecting Matt…
You bury your face in the crook of his neck, shaking, panting against him, your breath condensing on his skin as it hits you. He’s gripping you tightly with the arm that’s wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close as you both fall apart.
“I love you so fucking much-” he guides your lips to his, pressing the words into them as he lets go.
“Love you too, happy anniversary baby.”
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|| 19. Masturbation ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: well, um... 🍆💦
Author's note: 😍
As you round the corner of the hall you hear it, stopping dead in your tracks trying to be silent. That gruff gasp was so familiar to your ears that it couldn't possibly be anything else, he couldn't be doing anything else. The thought of sliding open the bedroom door and what you would find beyond it made your mouth water.
As you drew closer to the door, you hear another choked sound. A stuttering sigh that shot shivers right through you ending in a pool of liquid heat between your thighs.
You were surprised he hadn't heard you already as you very slowly pushed the frosted glass panel aside, trying to muffle the rumble of the wheels along the runner.
Starting at the foot of the bed your eyes drew up slowly, soaking in every little vignette of movement. His feet pressing into the soft sheets, the rise and pulse of the tendons against his skin as his toes curl. The minute shake of his calves and thighs, sporadic shows of the definition of his strength as they contract and release in frenetic rhythm. Oh, and then that ass. Every time his glutes tighten and press his body away from the bed you're tempted to lift your gaze higher and witness the root cause of all this reaction, but you're saving that for last so you wrench your eyes away, forcing yourself to move on to his upper abs and chest. They're twitching too, a delicate sheen of sweat coating his pectorals and up to his throat, ribcage contracting at syncopated intervals pushing out those desperate little huffs of breath into the cool of the room. His free hand rhythmically twists the sheets in it's grasp. His head is tilted right back, crown almost flat into the pillow where his soft hair is messed up against it so prettily. The ripple of his aimless darting gaze underneath disturbs the soft drape of his eyelids, long dark lashes fluttering against the tops of his flushed cheeks. You reach his lips, swollen with hot blood and parted just enough to let his tongue slip out and wet them, and his teeth to press firm welts into when it feels like too much. Finally, you allow your focus to alight on the final puzzle piece of this pantheon of self-pleasure.
When you finally peeked through the tiny window you'd made, you were greeted with a sight that should surely be painted, framed, and hung in a national art gallery to be immortalised and treasured.
The fingers of one hand are curled into a fist, tight and unyielding, the knuckles flashing teases of white from the pressure of their current task as they shuttle back and forth. His forearm levers the movement, tendons jutting out like taut rope. Slow, so slow and languid, then a flurry of needy, frantic strokes that have you clenching and holding your breath before he stops again.
You pull the door all the way open, not content with being the quiet observer anymore. His head rolls to the side, directed at you as you make your way to the bed. He doesn't stop, just whines.
He's edging himself, that much is obvious. The way he's strained and panting, shivering and hot, he's been here like this for a long time, waiting for you. The crimson and black of his suit lies on the floor like a shed skin, the man underneath with these base needs and desires just like any other. Does he confess these sins alongside his other nocturnal exploits, you wonder.
"Matthew… what's the matter?" you ask, glazing your voice with faux concern as you climb onto the bed beside him. You've now got the front row seats in this most intimate show. Seeing just how riled he is, how hard, red and weeping his cock looks in his hand and the smeared trails of precum glistening on his ridged lower abs, you're sorely tempted to interfere.
But you won't unless he asks you to, until he begs it from you. And from the way he's flicking his tongue out, tasting the air and inhaling the scent of you, it won't be long.
"Cmon baby, tell me what you need."
He grunts, thrusting into his fist. "Y-you weren't home… I needed to-" he shudders and gasps, gripping the base of his cock in a vice-like hold as the lightest touch of your fingers connects with his skin.
"Shh, it's okay," you soothe, stroking along his jaw and ruffling your fingers into his hair. It must have been a busy night, although he looked like he wasn't in too bad shape he was overstimulated and unable to dissipate that build up of energy.
You lie down next to him. "Just let go Matty, let go and come for me."
He leans into you, his free hand grabs for yours, fingers entangling, while his other speeds up, desperately fisting his cock as he moans. He's pulled tight, pleasure coiled up within him so much that it condenses, distilling into pain if he doesn't let it out soon.
His head tips back. His muscles twist and bunch, his breath ragged and hitched as you watch him come apart. It's like he's been hit in the gut. He howls. One. two. Three times his hips snap up before his back arches and hot, thick, creamy stripes of cum splash across his stomach and overflow in pulsing drips down over his fingers. He strokes himself right up to the edge of when it starts to hurt, squeezing and milking every last drop of his cum for you.
"Look so good baby," you tell him, your lips ghosting across his face and settling near his ear where your voice is barely even a whisper. "Come for me."
In the midst of his orgasm his lips have found yours and moaned their wanton song of release into your mouth. You kiss him tenderly as he pants hard, running your fingers through his hair and stroking down his side as he shivers and comes down.
"M'sorry." his voice a worn out rasp as he collapses back.
"No, no. You don't get to apologise for that. I'll be thinking about you like this for decades."
"Okay, fair enough." He chuckles, closing his eyes for a moment, releasing a deep exhale. "I'm uh, gonna shower, and you should come with me… there's something I really need to attend to."
"Oh?" You inquire, the throbbing between your legs is stronger now than ever, and you know Matt is acutely aware of the state you're in.
"Yeah. You."
You whimper as he slips his hand under your waistband and straight down into the front of your panties, his fingers instantly drenched with your slick arousal that's been building up the whole time.
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|| 01. Dirty talk ||
Kinktober Masterlist
Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: 18+ only, small amount of public fingering.
Frank returns from the pool table to sit down next to you as Karen celebrates her victory over him racking up the balls for a new game with Matt, and while Foggy's at the bar for another round, he leans in.
"You know why I lost, right?"
You grin, "because she's better than you?"
"Nah," he shakes his head softly, "s'cos you're distractin' me."
You gawp at him. "Me? I was just sitting here watching!"
"Yeah, and the way you're watchin' me, suckin' and chewin' on that damn straw? Swingin' your hips like that when you came over with the beers? Think you're a little distracted yourself, sweetheart."
Your cheeks flooded with heat. He wasn't wrong, you had a nice little two drink buzz going on, and add to that the way he leaned over the pool table showing off his ass, and had his shirt sleeves shoved up exposing those thick veined forearms and fucking giant hands of his… your mind was wandering down a single track and yeah, you felt a little flirty.
"Want me to tell you what you got me thinkin' about?"
It was a rhetorical question of course, you knew once he had something in mind he was like a dog with a bone. His voice is low as he leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear. You swallow hard.
"Thinkin' bout how wet I can get you before I even touch you."
"Frank…" You shift on the stool, looking straight ahead. He keeps talking.
"Thinkin' about kissin' all the way up your bare legs when I get you home, spreadin' them and your pussy lips apart, givin' that clit a little kiss too."
You squeeze your thighs together and take a shaky sip of the last of your drink.
"You like that, baby? Like when I talk about going down on you?"
You did. "Frank, stop."
"Love teasin' you, touchin’ you. Gettin' you all riled up and fuckin' you with my fingers, feelin' you squeeze and shake an-."
He cuts off as he hears you barely suppress a moan. You want to wipe that smirk off his face so bad.
"Mm, you're soakin' into those panties right now ain't ya girl?" He smiles innocently, places his big hand on your thigh, just resting it there.
"Like it when I lick up your sweet wet pussy with my tongue, huh? Get my face all covered in the taste of you. I know I fuckin' love it, god damn it, can't get enough of you."
Foggy returns to the table with more drinks and you thank him a little too loudly, gripping onto the bottle with both hands so tightly it might crack, watching him heading over to Matt and Karen with theirs. You start picking frantically at the label with your nail.
Frank leans back in, of course he isn't finished. "Just thinkin' bout how I could get a lil taste right now…" he inches his hand further up your leg and your own hand clamps down on it, gripping his wrist hard.
You stare him straight in the eye and he stares right back, the side of his mouth ticking up again as you very slowly guide his hand under your skirt between your thighs.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Dirty girl, spreadin' her legs f'me in the middle of the bar…"
He draws up and down with the pads of two fingers, pressing the fabric of your underwear against your cunt, causing it to dampen even more. You swallow and bite down on your lip as he very discreetly hooks your panties to one side, gliding his fingers through the wetness between your folds. "Mm, yeah there's my good girl…so fuckin' wet and ready f’me, ain’t ya?."
He pulls away slowly and something in you snaps as he brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.
"Okay." You announce. "We're going home. Now."
You grab your stuff, and Frank, and wave the quickest goodbye ever to the others as you bolt towards the door.
"You gonna tell us what's up with them?" Foggy says, staring confusedly after the pair of you, there’s almost a dust cloud left in your wake.
Matt clears his throat. "Uh.... nope."
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|| 05. Breeding ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: mentions of fingering, p in v sex, creampies & cumplay.
Author's note: another short one :)
You could say Matt was obsessed.
It was something you had noticed happening more frequently when you were intimate with each other. First it was the revelation that you were comfortable just using birth control pills without condoms. The sensations of fucking you raw and being able to come inside your silken pussy and feel it leaking out of you just constantly blew his mind.
Then, he would have you in any position that would ensure he was buried as deep in your cunt as he could be. Bent over with your ass in the air or folded in half on your back with him drilling down into you, anything that would let him shoot his load as deep as possible.
And then… when he’d finish inside you sometimes he’d keep going, past the point of overstimulation, just keep on fucking his cum into you, and if any of it dared to drip out and run down your thighs, he’d collect it on his fingers and push it back inside calling you his good girl all the while.
Then, he finally said it.
A whisper in your ear when he’s holding you up against him as he fucks you hard but oh-so-tenderly, your back pressed against his chest, his hand moving down the heated skin of your body, his fingers splaying out over your lower belly. “You want it sweetie? Want me to fill you up? Fuck you full of my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?”
You’d moaned so loud, finding yourself hurtling at lightspeed to one of the most intense orgasms you’d had in a long while when those words hit your hindbrain. You knew it was partly dirty talk, but there was the other more tender half of it that had you thinking back to how you had talked about having kids in the future, thinking about Matt as a dad, and the more you considered it the more you were in love with the idea.
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|| 09. Double Penetration ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: filth, filth, filth, filth. There's absolutely no poetry in this. 🤷♀️
Author's Note: my friends, if you enjoyed Strawberry Surprise you're in for a continuing treat!
As soon as they get you home you're peeling off your sundress and sauntering down the hall in your underwear with the two of them in hot pursuit.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" Matt asks you, trailing behind you as you lead them both to the bedroom.
"Wanna be fucked." is your curt reply as you run your hands over your breasts and down your body, toying with the waistband of your panties.
He chuckles and smacks you playfully on the ass. "Oh, bossy little girl. Who d'ya want to fuck you, baby?"
"Both of you," you whine, "need you, want you both filling me up."
Frank almost chokes. "Greedy lil brat ain't ya… mm, think we can manage that, don't you Red?"
"Yeah. Anything for you, princess." Matt purrs, lifting you onto the bed.
You make a contented noise as you watch in awe as both men strip off their clothes, a sight that will never get old. Frank's naked first and prowls onto the bed with you, his hands skimming up the outsides of your legs to hook his fingers around your damp ruined underwear and slide them off. He bunches them up into a ball, throwing them at Matt who snatches them out of the air and brings them to his face, burying his nose in them.
"Mmm. I'll never get over how delicious you smell."
"Matty!" You hide your face in your hands and Frank grins, lying down beside you and pulling you on top of him. Matt throws your panties to the side and joins you, stroking his fingers up down your back as he kneels between Frank's legs just behind you.
"That's some double standards right there sweet thing, gettin' all coy about that but ain't no problem gettin' stuffed with cock?"
You just give him a coy smile as you reach for his own thickening length, giving him a few long, slow strokes, twisting your hand over the head, pulling a low growling moan out of him.
"Fuck. That's my girl…"
He watches as you tease yourself, rubbing his tip over your clit and through your wet slit before you're ready to take him. Matt's hands hold onto your waist helping you sink down slowly, and you bite your lip as Frank's cock splits you open, your breath stuttering at the thickness of him filling you.
"That's it, nice n slow sweetie. Christ, you're so goddamn tight. You sure you wanna do this, baby?" Frank asks, smoothing his hands over your thighs.
You squeeze your eyes shut, nodding frantically. Despite the stretch, it feels so good.
"You just let me know when you're ready for more." Matt whispers, and you nod, feeling a warm kiss at your neck and his hands cupping and caressing your breasts, and you relax into his touch.
You mewl as Frank suddenly thrusts up.
“Hey! Careful with her…” Matt snaps at him.
Frank's eyes roll over you. “She’s alright.. ain’t ya baby? You can take it.”
“Uhuhh, mhmm feels so good.”
You can’t stop the small moans that fall from your lips as you start riding Frank. You let your head fall back on Matt’s shoulder, whining. “oh Matt, I want it, I'm ready, please?”
Matt strokes his hand over your throat, letting it rest there and you flinch as you feel the cool sensation as he brings a lubed-up finger to your ass, nudging gently as Frank grinds into you. After a little while he’s got two fingers scissoring in you and you’re begging for more. Frank stills and you almost cry. “Shh baby girl, you nice n' ready for Red now, huh?”
You paw at Frank’s rippling abs, nodding. Matt gently replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, nudging in, hissing through his gritted teeth as he feels you squeezing impossibly tightly around him with every inch you take. Teeth drag along the skin of your shoulder chased by soft kisses of apologetic soothing as he pushes in to the hilt.
“God, such a good… fucking… girl!"
When they start to move together you nearly white out. Matt fucks you so perfectly in tandem with Frank and you're so high on the feeling of them both filling you entirely.
"Feels nice, huh?" Frank drawls, and you can only allow your head to loll on your shoulders as you take what they're giving you. You’re vaguely aware of Frank’s hand on your hip and Matt’s coming to clasp on top, their fingers interlocking over your heated skin and damn if that doesn't turn you on even more.
“Still got one more hole to fill, isn’t that right Frank?” Matt purrs in your ear, and you open your mouth obediently as Frank traces his thumb over your lower lip, pulling it down. You suck on it, moaning as he pushes it inside and pressing down on your tongue, the fingers of his hand splaying out over your jaw.
“Atta girl, mmn.” You gaze straight into those deep brown eyes as every part of you that can be is stuffed full. Saliva drips from the side of your mouth and Frank has to bite down on his lip and focus.
“Fuck, princess. Red, you should see her… so perfect for us.”
Matt grins. “I can feel her, smell her, taste her,” You whine pathetically as their cocks drag deep inside you, fucking you even further towards orgasmic oblivion. “I can hear her, that’s more than enough. Isn’t it, sweetheart?”
You can’t answer, and even if Frank didn’t have his thumb shoved in your mouth you would struggle to string a sentence together. Matt’s fingers flex around the base of your throat and he feels the vibrations of your needy moan.
“Ohh fuck yeah she likes that! Do it again.” Frank groans as you twitch, and you wrap your fingers around his wrist, tugging his hand down guiding it between your legs.
“You wanna cum pretty girl, s’that what you want?” he asks, giving you the barest contact of his spit-slick thumb on the hood of your clit.
You nod dumbly, eyes rolling back as Matt’s fingers brush over your collar bones and circle your throat again and the clench of your muscles and the tightness of your ass around his cock has his eyes fluttering shut. Watery clipped off whimpers spill from your mouth, there's so much stimulation and you're balancing on the edge of too much and not enough.
“almost there aren't you?" Matt teases, but he's not far behind you, "fuck, Frank-"
Frank thrusts his hips up hard and fast in response, punching a wrecked sob out of you. "Yeah, gonna give you what you want baby, gonna cum in that pretty pussy, girl. Fuck, you ready for it?" He flicks your clit tighter and faster and your moans get increasingly louder.
"Please-" Tears are rolling down your cheeks now, Matt's body is moulded to yours, his breath sliding over the sheen of sweat that covers your skin as his words tip you over the edge.
"C'mon sweetheart," Your heart is thudding through his bones like loud dirty bass. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment you're going to-
"yeah, that's it, there's a good girl, so good for us… oh fuck yes-"
Matt can't hold on any longer, you're too hot, too tight, his teeth graze the skin of your neck as he pulses into your ass. Time seems to slow as you're thrown into multiple shocks of feral wild pleasure that riproar through your entire body setting Frank off too. Watching and feeling you both falling apart above him, he grunts, jerking up from the bed and spilling hot and thick as he keeps circling your throbbing bundle of nerves until you're riding the tail end of one orgasm straight into another. You cry out as you're pumped full of their cum, getting it fucked deep into you and then squeezed out by their cocks, until its dripping obscenely, trickling down your thighs.
They eventually slow down and stop and you moan as Matt very carefully pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to Frank, panting in an overstimulated heap.
Frank gently guides you down to lie on top of him, lightly stroking your trembling body as you come back down to earth.
"Is our hungry lil brat satisfied now?"
You stretch out and hum, sore but contented, "Yes, very much. Sorry I'm so greedy."
Matt shifts to cuddle against you both. "Anything for our girl."
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|| 10. Drunk Sex ||
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: being drunk, groping, fingering, p in v sex (wrap B4 U tap), hangovers.
Author's note: it's not completely, absolutely, steaming drunk sex, just nicely inebriated, perhaps I'll do another version sometime. 😈
"That's it, I'm cutting you off sweetheart."
"You're cutting me off? I'm not the one that's been tripping over the floor going to the bar!"
"You do know I'm blind, right? Anyway, that was just that one time." He grins, cupping his hand around your face and stroking your cheek. Even through the haze of alcohol he feels you heat up under his fingertips.
"I'm taking you home." You laugh, diffusing the insane amount of attraction you were feeling towards him by grabbing his jacket and his arm and dragging him towards the door of Josie's.
"No no no, I'm taking you home…" he insists, "y'cant walk home on your own this late."
"Matty, I'll be fiiiiine, I'll just grab a taxi!"
He shakes his head "nope, c'mon I'll make coffee, you can have the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."
You knew this was a potentially baaaad idea with the state the two of you were currently in but…
"Urrgh, ok."
"Omg you have so many staaaiirs! Why??" You whine when you get to his place, "where's the elevator huh?"
Matt just laughs as you grudgingly start to climb the stairs. "Hey, jump on. I'll carry you up!"
You turn around squinting down at him as he's beckoning you to clamber onto his back. "What the- no, no way, you'll drop me!"
"I won't." He reaches out for you and you finally relent, gripping his shoulders as you clumsily hoist yourself onto him for a piggyback. He grabs your thighs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding on tight as he takes the stairs two at time. You can't help laughing and squealing all the way up convinced you're both gonna die this way.
When you get to his door you slide down, still giggling.
"Shh s'late!" Matt slurs, unlocking the door and he catches you in his arms before you stumble into the wall as he quickly pulls you inside.
You whisper but it's a drunk-whisper so it's not really any quieter than you were before.
"M'sorry Matt, it's just you're like, a gallant knight, carrying me to safety. "
He chuckles quietly, "well I gotta take care of you princess."
Your fingers fiddle with the edge of his shirt collar. You're breathless from laughing, this evening has been the most fun you'd had in a long time.
"So I'm a princess now?"
He's still holding onto you and can hear your heart beating faster. "Well, yeah, if I'm your knight…"
It's dark in the hallway, the light from street lights outside spilling through the window and throwing their glow on the side of his face. He's so pretty.
"Pretty am I?" He teases.
"Oops. I didn't mean to say that out loud?"
He chuckles again as you bury your embarrassed face into his shoulder.
"Hey, I think you're pretty too." He says, stroking his hands over your hair. You pull back, frowning.
"You don't know that!"
"Sure I do, Foggy told me."
"He could be lying."
You softly gasp as Matt places his hands either side of your face and gently traces his fingers over your features. "Matty what are you doing?!"
"Seeing for myself."
Your eyes close and you find yourself holding your breath as he's running his thumb slowly over your lips.
His mouth quirks downward. "Well, turns out Foggy was lying," he says, and you open your eyes, pouting at him.
"Wha… what do you mean?"
He's still holding you, thumb running back and forth over your chin.
"Because you're not just pretty, you're beautiful."
Your breath rushes out in a hushed gasp. He feels it, his face mere inches away from yours. He tilts his head to the side just the slightest bit. One second you're looking at his lips, and the next they're pressed to yours. You close your eyes, he's kissing you.
He's kissing you and it's everything you both want. Your lips meld and slide together, soft and wet. There's a hunger in it, you were both buzzing from the alcohol and the taste of the whiskey eased the way for something else. His tongue sweeps against your own and you let him in, both making a satisfied sound like you'd been waiting for this moment for too long. You bump up against the wall, his hands cradling your head, holding you, guiding you as he licks deeper into your mouth making you moan into his and he definitely wants to hear that sound again. When he eventually pulls away from the kiss there's a tinge of concern in his expression.
"Sweetheart, d'you want this? Please say you want this because I don't think I can stop...but I will if you tell me to." His chest is heaving, afraid of what you might say.
Your heart leaps at the fact he's asking, the two of you almost sober enough to make a decision, but you both know there's no going back after it's made.
Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer, and when he slots his thigh between your legs you can't help but grind against it.
"Don't stop, Matt, I want this, want you…"
The tension in his body releases like a slingshot and he surges against you, both of you fighting for breath as you strip each other of your clothes.
This might end up just a drunk fuck but you already know you'll have zero regrets. Matt is one of the hottest guys you know, as well as being the most charming. And hell, that's how you ended up here in the first place.
Between the scorching hot kisses and fumbling he manages to rid you of your pants and you've got his fly open, fingers wrapping around and stroking his length as he's gasping into your shoulder. A wavering moan escapes your lips as his hand snakes between your legs, his fingers sliding between your slick folds and he groans long and loud as he feels just how turned on you are.
"Yes, fuck...yes" you plead and he's pushing two fingers into your heat. Your legs are shaking but he's managing to hold you up despite how wasted he is, fixated on the feel of you, his mouth open tasting your arousal in the air mixing with the alcohol in his system.
"Ohh, shit." He almost folds at the way you're working his cock with your hand, both of you grinding and groping at each other in desperation.
"Matt, please… I need you."
You're too horny to wait, green means go and Matt's not waiting around either, one hand at the small of your back and the other gripping your thigh, lifting your leg up as you take his cock in your hand and line him up.
"God, sweetheart… you don't know how much I've dreamed of this, of you."
You moan in unison as he smoothly thrusts inside. He feels so fucking good, snapping his hips and fucking you up against the wall, both of you unrestrained and unable to keep from vocalising your pleasure. Your kisses are frantic, touches like fire on each other's skin.
Moans reverberate around the hall, increasing in volume and pitch as Matt's fingers push between your bodies to find your clit. There's no room in your conscious for anything but him and how he's making you feel. Pleasure builds in your core, coils and tightens with every thrust and touch. He feels you tense and tighten, edging to the precipice.
"Matty please, don't stop, don't stop,"
"M'not gonna…"
"Oh...oh-"
Your orgasm hits you first, a warm blurry taste of your dreams made real, your fingers gripping and tugging at his hair as he moans your name, his mouth on yours as you shake apart. The possessiveness of it drives him right over the edge after you, hips stuttering as he tries to keep fucking you through the aftershocks but then you're kissing him softly all over his face trying to calm him and bring him back down. His breath is hot and harsh against your neck as he carefully lets your legs down, a dreamy smile on your face as he stays close, half-slumping against you and the wall.
You giggle as he starts covering your cheeks in little pecks from his rosy lips. "C'mon, come to bed." He eventually says, slowly leading you to his bedroom where after you get cleaned up, he pulls you into the soft covers to cuddle up beside him.
The morning comes and with it a raging hangover. When you turn over and open your eyes you realise you're alone in Matt's bed. You scrunch up your face, burying your head under the blankets hiding from the brightness and groaning as you remember the night before and how he must think you're absolutely shameless.
You're soon interrupted from your in-depth over-analysis of everything that happened by Matt gently lifting the duvet from your face.
"Hey, morning sweetie. You alright?" He's sitting on the bed beside you holding a cup of coffee out. "Here."
"Painkillers and water there too if you need them. I know I did." He chuckles and scrubs his hand over his tired face.
You push yourself to sit up and your words come blurting out like vomit. "Listen, Matt… I'm so sorry about last night, it all happened so fast and I really do like you... a lot, I didn't want to ruin our friendship and now you probably think I'm easy and I'll just put out to anyone after a few drinks, but I'm-"
Matt's hand cups your face. He's smiling at you and it's genuine, gorgeous. He looks far too good to be hungover. It's not fair.
"Hey, I was there too, remember? And I don't think that at all. I really like you too and I meant what I said… all I'm sorry for is that it wasn't the way I'd hoped we would… well, y'know?"
You swallowed down a gulp of coffee, your stomach tight and roiling. "You mean, you wanted to… you don't regret..?"
"I'd never regret it. I hoped that if we ever… if you ever wanted to be with me that I'd treat you the way you deserve, take our time?"
You can't help the way your face heats up and you're secretly thankful he can't see. You let what he's just said sink into your groggy brain and allow yourself to feel the relief that he still wants something with you.
"Okay." You say, trying to collect the tornado of butterflies that are fluttering around inside you. "I'll tell you what, once this headache has gone will you let me take you for breakfast? And then, maybe, we could… uh, try again? Not that last night wasn't great, because it was!"
He laughs and nods. "I would love nothing more sweetheart, and it really was…"
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|| 02. Floor Sex ||
Kinktober Masterlist
Matt Murdock x female reader
Warnings: 18+ p in v sex.
After weeks of hinting, then nagging, and then threatening to sign up for a dodgy looking class you found on Craigslist - Matt finally agreed to teach you how to fight. Just a little. He’d been slightly worried that you might go looking for situations to test out your new skills after you’d gained more confidence, but you soon knocked that out of him.
“You honestly think I’m that careless?” you snark, circling around him in the musty boxing ring of Fogwell’s.
He tracks your movements and hears you bounce lightly on your feet as you pass him.
“No, I just remember what i was like when I first felt ready… I was uh, kinda reckless. I wanted to prove myself.”
“That was you. I’m not that silly, Matty.” You grin, darting to the side of him and throwing your first punch, aimed at the side of his ribs. He dodges it easily of course, turning and grabbing for your forearm but you yank it away just before he can catch you.
“Hah! Try harder baby.”
He smirks as he hears you dance away from him then circle back again. “I just want to be able to defend myself, if I'm on my own, without my darling devil looking out for me.”
He nods. “I know, I wish I could be there for you all the time but… please be careful?”
You duck to the floor, sweeping your leg around in a swift semi-circle, smacking his own right out from under him and sending him on his ass with an undignified thump. You leap on top of him pinning him down to the mat and basking in the glow of your victory.
“Maybe you need to take some of your own advice, huh?” you smile and lean down to peck him on the lips but he grabs you and rolls you both over so he’s now got you pinned down.
“Hmm, what was that you were saying?” He grins, kissing you back. A challenge. It turns heated in an instant and you're soon fighting to tear off every item of clothing so you can get at each other. Matt’s got you caged against the floor of the ring, both of you in your underwear, every heaving, desperate breath pressing his body against yours and you can feel how much he wants you.
"Do you submit, Murdock?" You ask between fervent kisses. He's working his way down your body, his mouth eagerly exploring every bare inch of you, unclasping your bra, sucking light marks across the swell of your breasts as he pulls it away, and licking down over your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. He tugs at it with his teeth and you lift your ass and help him whip them off. You shove his down too, yelping as once they're off he rolls you over again and has you straddling him.
"Yeah, I submit, sweetheart.”
“that's a good boy.” you purr, and Matt groans as you waste no more time, taking his thick, hard cock in your grip and sinking all the way down till he’s deliciously buried to the hilt inside you.
It’s a frenzied, fast, and dirty fuck. You can never get enough of how he feels, how he looks and sounds when you’ve got control over him. You set a furious pace, fucking him as if the world’s going to end at any moment. His hands run all over you, squeezing your ass when you lean forward and tug viciously at his lower lip with your teeth, caressing and cupping your breasts. He finally settles on gripping your hips to ground him, to try and slow you down because he can’t take this pace for long, can’t keep up with your singly focused lust.
“Fuck-”
He feels you tense and squeeze him inside you as you reach down between your bodies to get yourself off, circling your clit and fucking yourself on his cock like he’s a toy just for you, using him to make yourself feel good, make yourself cum. And by fuck if he doesn’t love that. It’s the hottest thing to just lie there and have you let out all of your frustration on his body. It’s all he can do just to hold on until you get what you want.
Your eyes flutter closed, head falling back on your shoulders, the fingers of your free hand gripping tightly and marking welts into the meat of Matt’s bicep with your nails as everything comes to a head. “Shit, Matt… oh god-”
You undulate your hips, the sensation of his cock dragging so deep inside is so good you wish you could bottle the feeling. When you look down at him you know he’s right on the edge, just one or two more rolls of your body and he’ll break right underneath you. It’s the heavenly little gasp he makes that sets off the chain reaction, that has you moaning his name, quaking around him as he grabs hold of your hips and can’t help but thrust up hard and fast, grunting as he unloads inside of you in a feverish crescendo of desire.
Tired, sore, and sweaty, the two of you lay in the ring. Then, after a while, he finally speaks.
"Don't think they’d teach you that at the Craigslist class."
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¦¦ 13. Facesitting ¦¦
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Frank Castle x female reader
Warnings: cunnilingus, obvs ;)
Author’s notes: Eating a pussy a day keeps the doctor away. I’m pretty sure...
You’re just lazing on the couch half-watching some crappy rom-com with a glass of wine, your feet up on his lap throwing chips down your throat, and you can see him watching you in your peripheral vision. He’s got that glint in his eyes again, the one that says he’s got something in his head. A flicker of mischief muddled together with the utterly pure adoration that he has for you. He curls his hands around your foot and starts massaging, and you can’t hold in the satisfied moan as he works the stiffness and soreness out of them like magic.
“Mmn, jesus that’s good,” He smiles at your response and keeps going. “What have I done to deserve this huh?”
“Just you being you, baby. Do I need a better reason than that?”
You melt at his attention and give a little shrug. “Hmm, guess not.”
But, it’s not long until his hands are wandering further up your legs with each caress.
“What’re you up to Frank?” you prod, narrowing your eyes at him but he just raises his brows innocently.
“Why I always gotta be up to somethin’? You want me to quit? Cos I can quit if you want…” he asks.
“No, no… you just have this... ‘look’ about you sometimes, and I'm not sure whether to be scared or horny.” you laugh.
He chuckles, smoothing his hand further up your inner thigh. “Well if I’m bein’ honest, I’m holdin’ out for horny.”
You grin and he grabs your arms, pulling you towards him. “Get on up here, c’mon.” you go willingly with a massive smile still plastered across your face as his hand slides round the back of your head, his fingers stroking your hair as he kisses you and you don’t know if the wine has gone to your head but you feel like you can’t get enough. You were forever in awe of how such an outwardly hard and violent man could take you home and kiss you so softly, so passionately, and make you feel so possessed and loved. But here he was, setting the touch paper to your lust whether he liked it or not. You hope he liked it… your tongue meets his, hands scrabbling desperately at the hem of his shirt and the buckle of his belt wanting more of him.
“Easy… easy.” He gently stays your hands, soothing you with that low gravelly tone of his and slowing your kisses until you calm and pull away just a hair's breadth to breathe.
“You started it.” you jokingly accuse and he nods.
“Yeah, but let me do this for you,” he sits you up and helps you undress, fingers stroking up your sides as he pulls your shirt off, kissing down your belly as you wriggle out of your pants and underwear. He shimmies down to lay on the couch, his arms hooked behind your thighs and urging you towards his face.
“C’mon baby, take a lil seat up here on me.”
Frank adores eating you out. If he could do it every day he swears he would. There is nothing better than coaxing pleasure out of you with his mouth, he loves your taste, the way you grind down hard on him and take what you need. It was an addiction.
“Mm Frank, fuck… yeah that’s mmm…” you held his gaze with half-lidded eyes looking down as he holds you fast to him, starting out with short teasing little kitten licks to your clit. His hands knead the meat of your ass, angling your pelvis to tilt downwards and encouraging you to move against his tongue. He can’t get enough of the sounds you make, and of course he makes his own, groaning so deep against your pussy that you feel the vibrations from it. It drives you fucking wild. He alternates between dragging his tongue wide over you and fucking it inside you so he can taste the evidence of your arousal leaking out.
Soon enough you give yourself entirely over to reaching your orgasm, using him to get you there, riding him. He's so fucking hard in his pants at this point its uncomfortable, but he's focused on you just now, rutting against his face, and nothing else.
"Atta girl," he growls in between licks, "fuck yeah that's it, use me baby, get off on me pretty girl…"
You throw your head back as you moan, Frank's mouth working you so good you thrust against him, his fingers dig into your flesh, guiding you to take everything you need. His eyes flick up as he watches you, knows you're close from the way your thighs are trembling against his head.
"C'mon baby-" he says quickly before getting right back to it, "that's a good girl."
When you cum Frank is almost right behind you, ready to shoot off in his pants. When you're shuddering above him, his name wrapped in a moan on your lips he's so often frustrated he doesn't seem to have the right words to describe how he feels. But he doesn't need to anyway because you know by the look on his glistening face when you climb back off him.
"Fuck, you're so fuckin' sexy."
"Francis David Castle, anytime you want me to sit on your face, and I mean any time, just ask."
He just laughs as he bundles you up in his arms. "Yes ma'am."
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