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Ride, Cowgirl.

pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!, mention of a divorced dad?, fingering, sex!!, praise kink asf, oral (f receiving), soft frank, reader calls him frankie accidentally, frank making noise in bed, riding like a cowgirl!!, bearded frank <3, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 3514 words

author’s note: I’m in love with darlin’ and frank, they are simply the lomls currently. anyway, the end gives the perfect set up for a third part if it is desired!! In the meantime, it’s 1;30 am for me and I need sleep!! please enjoy &lt;3

read the first part cowgirl ! and the next part cowboy hats !

Boyfriend by COIN played on the speaker your dad, conveniently, left outside as you laid on one of the pool loungers.  Thoughts of Frank consuming your mind, thoughts of his hands and his voice and the way he smelled and how he looked pain that he couldn’t fuck you in the backseat of his truck. Your fingers finding themselves rubbing the side of your neck, the very spot Frank had found comfort. 

“So how did last night go?” Tiff asked, hanging over the side of the pool to look at you. Your heart raced, did she find out? How would she? Did you accidentally call her when you were panting his name like it was the only word you knew? The way you froze as she asked a simple question, immediately made her suspicious of you.

“Huh?” You asked, in hopes of getting her to elaborate just a bit so you could come up with the lie of your life. Or maybe, you should confide in her. She is your girl for life, it’s not like she’s gonna judge you for doing it. If anything, she’d praise you and beg for details.

“After I left? How did the rest of the night go? Your dad doesn’t have the most interesting friends on the planet. All they talk about is work and their lack of wives.” She rolled her eyes, laying her head on her hands and kicking her legs in the water. 

“Actually…” You smiled, bringing your knees up to your chest to hide behind them as the blush spread across your body.

“Oh. My. God. Hold on!” She rushed to climb out of the pool, dripping water all over you as she sat on the opposite end of the lounger. If gossiping was a team sport, the two of you would have ten gold medals, if anyone asked you weren’t necessarily talking shit but simply saying how you felt about people.

“So, after you left, Frank and I went to the gas station and I asked if he had been with anyone younger. I don’t know what got into me, Tiff! He just looked so…godly. I wanted to jump his bones the second I came downstairs from changing.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned, the blush was probably becoming permanent at this point. You were going to be bright red for the rest of your life.

“Your dad’s best friend?! Holy shit dude. C’mon spill!” She laughed, prying the hands off your face and sitting expectantly. You were beyond grateful for the fact she wasn’t judging you and was actually interested. Maybe that was a bad thing, you didn’t care.

“Anyway, he said ‘Not yet’ and I was in shock or something! So, I reached over and kinda did a weird caress thing to his beard. I was flyin’ by the seat of my swimsuit, I’ve never been with a man who has any sort of facial hair. But he kissed me, and I mean like Really kissed me.i’ve never been kissed like that before, Tiff. Mind blowing.” Unbeknownst to you, the very man you were speaking about had walked out the back door and could hear the whole conversation. His chest swelled with pride, in some fucked up way he was glad no one had ever kissed you like that. It meant there was a lot more he could do way better than any of the other people you’d been with, and he’d be damned if he didn’t ruin you for any other man out there.

“Your dad is about to come out here, suggest you find somethin’ else to talk ‘bout.” He hollered at the two of you, your head whipping around so fast it was a miracle you didn’t give yourself whiplash, chuckling at the way your eyes widened when you realized he had heard you talking about him. “Quit speakin’ so damn loud anyway, sure the whole neighborhood heard.”

Frank didn’t truly mean what he said, he would love to listen to you retell the story of your escapades, what he didn’t want was your father to hear and put two and two together. He didn’t need to get into some shitty mess with the one constant in his life, he owed more to your dad than he cared to admit and ruining that friendship would send Frank to an early grave. That in no way meant he regretted what he did last night, and everything else he planned to do. He simply wanted to go about all this in a way that wouldn’t cost him his friendship but still gives him his girl, gives him you. He prayed for the first time last night, and he really truly prayed, for a situation where it all works out and he’s not back to square one. With nobody. Again. 

“Thanks for the warning, Mr. Castle.” Tiff shouted back, a smug smile playing on her face, giving him a small wave. She nudged your shoulders, giggling at the whole situation. All you wanted to do was shrink and disappear, you couldn’t be more embarrassed. You felt small and helpless, your best friend thought it was hilarious. God if you can hear me, please kill me.

You spent the whole morning thinking about him and the consequence of what you did, how would your next interaction go? Would it be weird? Would he pretend it never happened, that he wasn’t dying to have you right then and there. Yet, here you were no true interaction but you were the one cowering away from it. You were the one trying to pretend like it didn’t happen, when truthfully you wanted to shout it from the rooftops and let everyone know who had given you the best orgasm of your life.

“I’m going to shrink to the size of ant and drown myself in the fuckin’ pool, Tiff. I swear to god.” You slouched as far down in the lounger as you could, squeezing your eyes closed in some desperate attempt to make it all disappear. “Of course he would be here right now.”

“Ants don’t have lungs, they can’t technically drown. Besides, it’s not like he came out here and murdered you, all he did was tell you to be quieter. He also made no indication or mention of last night, so stop lettin’ that pretty head of yours go wild.” Tiff rubbed her hand soothing up and down your arm, she knew better than anyone the way your mind would take someone breathing at you and interpret it as they hate you and want you dead. That’s why she worked so well with you, the sane and grounded to your wild and anxious. 

“I don’t think it would matter even if he did, the principle of it all is what’s causing my worries. Do you think worry dolls are still a thing? I could most definitely use one right now.” A groan once again left your mouth, your eyes opening and searching for the older man who was carrying planks of wood across your backyard. Your father walked out of the house, giving you and Tiff a wave before hollering at Frank about whatever they were building.

The whispers and giggles coming from the two of you were intriguing Frank, he wanted to know exactly what you were telling her and what you were intentionally leaving out. He wanted to know if you were even talking about him, or if she was telling you the real reason that I just left abruptly last night. Because he knew, he wouldn’t say anything to you about it unless you brought it up first, but he knew. The work in front of him was becoming increasingly less interesting, he was so close to telling your dad to throw in the towel and call it a day. He didn’t even know what he was building anymore, he truthfully didn’t care but your dad did. That was enough for him to keep going.

“Those two have been out all day, shockin’ they’re not burnt or nothin’.” Your dad commented, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning against it. He smiled your way, not that you noticed as you were preoccupied with Tiff. You were his pride and joy, his baby. He’d murder anyone for you, it was a part of the reason you never brought anyone home. 

“‘M not shocked. Last summer, I’m not sure either one of em spent any more than twenty minutes inside. Make sure she- they wear sunscreen, don’t need em getting skin cancer.” Frank was quick to correct himself, not that your dad would’ve found anything wrong with his original statement but he was covering all his bases. Not that he didn’t care for the other girl, Tiff was her name? He didn’t need to know her name, not when he knew yours. 

“I’ll make sure to pick some up from the store the next time we make it to the grocery, I know my girl wears some. Not sure ‘bout her friend.” His girl. The words made Frank irrationally angry, you were his daughter but the thought of someone else staking claim over you drove him mad. One night with you and he was acting, and thinking, like you were his wife. Wife. No.

Frank had met your father when you were nineteen, hadn’t met you until you were twenty. It wasn’t like he was truly doing anything wrong but he was going to fight a never ending mental battle about you. Going through every hoop to tell himself neither of you was doing anything wrong, that you weren’t going to be in trouble for your actions. That it was, simply, okay.

The sun was setting, the breeze taking over and raising the hair on your skin. You truly had been outside all day, with sunscreen reapplied every hour or so, you were bound to find a few sunburnt spots in your shower. You exchanged goodbyes with Tiff and made your way to your room to start the nightly routine you had adopted since being home, switching the bluetooth from the speaker outside to the one inside your room. You opened the window, your music slowly starting to dance with the breeze, when a soft knock on your door grabbed your attention.

“Hey cowgirl.” Frank whispered, just barely loud enough to be heard over your music, making his way into your room and studying it. Committing all the bits and pieces of it to his memory.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, if you don’t want me to tell Tiff anymore I won’t. I just, I tell her everything and I needed to tell someone.” Your cheeks slowly started turning pink, Frank thought you were cute like that.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’. I didn’t care, just warnin’ ya ‘bout your dad is all.” He walked closer to you, his height very apparent, your head the perfect height for his chest. He brought a finger up to your cheek, dragging it down before tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I appreciate it, I know how much he means to you.” No you didn’t. He knew you knew a small bit not enough to truly understand what the two of you meant to him. He would be forever indebted to your father if it meant keeping you, if it meant holding you and kissing you. Consuming himself with you.

“So pretty.” He truly whispered, admiring every inch of your face, leaning down to kiss you. Your heart stopped, he didn’t regret it? He thought you were pretty?

You decided to stop fucking thinking for once and enjoy it, leaning up to meet him halfway in the kiss. Threading your fingers through his hair, much like he did with yours in his truck. One his hands held the side of your face while the other tucked itself into the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms, rubbing at the indentation it left from being worn all day. 

“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss enough to nip at your jaw as he waited for an answer. He wouldn’t be mad if you said no, he would be patient and wait until you were, but he went home and fucked his hand like a horny teenage boy at the thought of you on top of him.

A whimper is all you managed to respond with, your mind momentarily thinking about your dad but was interrupted by the softness of your mattress touching your back. 

“Goddamn swimsuits, prancing around in practically nothing.” He remarked, still standing as he eyed your body. His finger snapped the strap of your bottoms, smirking at the sound before he dragged them down your legs. 

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked softly, making him burst into laughter. 

“For what?” He responded, controlling his laughter at the fact you would ask that right now. 

“So I can wear one that color the next time you’re over.” You smiled, looking up at him. Somehow he looked even prettier from this angle, if that was possible. 

“Uh, probably red.” He gave a bit of thought before responding, curious to know if you would actually be wearing a bikini the next time you saw him. At your house, anyway. 

He stashed the bikini bottoms in his back pocket, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles and getting down on his knees. Frank thanked all the heavens and the stars for the meal he was about to eat right before licking a stripe through your folds and sucking on your clit. The stimulation instinctively caused your thighs to close, causing him to force them back open and lay one arm across a leg with his hand splayed across your stomach.

He moaned.

He moaned.

Frank moaned, was he enjoying this as much as you were? Were there any downsides or faults to this man? 

He moved his mouth closer to your clit, paying almost all his attention to it as he inserted his middle finger slowly. A wanton moan making its way to his ears, he thought everything about you was pretty. If he wasn’t rock hard when he took your bottoms off, he definitely was now. The stretch in his jeans was not entirely comfortable, it truthfully wouldn’t be able to accommodate much more. 

“Frank, Frankie, please..” 

Did you just- did he imagine that? He’d never had anyone call him that before, but it sounded so damn good coming from your lips.

“What, pretty girl? Use your words for me. Tell Frankie what you need.” 

“‘M so close, please need more.” You whined, to him it even sounded a bit like you were going to cry. He’s bet his life savings you were a pretty crier, a pretty anything. He just wanted to look at you. Always.

All he wanted to do was pull out his phone and record the pleas and the moans coming from you, to listen to later if you were ever ripped from him and he didn’t get to experience this, experience you, ever again. If it weren’t for your fucking music. He was thankful for it, blocking your sounds from anyone in the house. He added his ring finger into the mix, relishing in the sound you made. You were his drug, he truly was addicted. He needed his next fix before this one was over. 

Moments after he sped up his fingers and added more pressure to your clit, your orgasm ripped through you. Body shaking, eyes rolling back. This was better than the one he gave you last night. You’d never be able to touch yourself ever again, not the way he did. You didn’t think anyone could ever compare now that Frank had touched you. 

By the time you came to, he had discarded his clothes and was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth when you let him in. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his fingers explored every inch of your body. 

“I don’t have a condom.” He confessed.

“Don’t care, on the pill. Frankie please, I need you inside of me right now. Need your cock, frankie..please.” The sound of you begging for him had his ego going through the roof, the fact that anyone could want or need him this bad was mind blowing. 

He rubbed his cock through your folds, kissing you a bit more before he pushed the tip in. Your mouth opening in a gasp. You knew he was big, you saw the imprint in the truck yesterday. But this was different, the stretch hurt in a delicious way that you needed more of. He waited a moment before pushing in a bit more, toying with your clit and peppering your face with kisses to distract you.

He bottomed out, you had never felt so full in your life. You swore he was in your stomach, taking rearranging your guts to a new level. He stayed still, letting you get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt you, too much.

“Frankie move.” 

Your wish was his command. His thrusts started slowly, building up in speed as he went. It was at this point, you realized Frank Castle was not quiet in bed. He wasn’t necessarily loud either, but he was groaning in your ear. The grunts and the groans were spurring you on, your moans and whimpers were doing the same for it. It was a cycle, and if either of you had your way it would never end. 

“Sound so damn pretty. Makin’ all these noises for me, huh? My pretty girl, my girl.” He put all his weight on his forearms, lifting himself enough to look you in the eyes, his hair falling out of place and onto your face. He was gorgeous, especially like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Just for you. 

“Your girl, yours.” You babbled, too busy reeling in the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you. How his bare skin feels on yours. His voice praising you. Calling you pretty. 

“That’s right, such a good girl.” His praises continued, some of them too muffled for you to hear as he sucked on your collarbone. Or your neck. Any exposed skin he could get in his mouth. 

Without pulling out, he flipped the two of you over so you were on top. Riding him. Cowgirl. 

“C’mon cowgirl, ride me. You can do it baby.” He lifted your hips up and placed them back down to get you started, placing your hands on his chest for you.  He slipped one of your boobs out of the top, you were still wearing, and put your nipple in his mouth. Rolling the bud between his teeth, enjoying the new sounds he managed to get.

You placed your weight on your hands, positioning your legs right, and lifted back up. He was somehow even deeper than before, it was almost overwhelming. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit just right every time you came down, accompanied by his groans, you were a goner. You fell into his chest as you felt your second orgasm start to rip through you, your words slurred as you told him to use you. You were his to use. 

Frank had been close since he put you on top, his self control had been wearing a bit thin. He fucked you through your orgasm, pistioning up inside you like his life depended on it. 

“Where do you want it, c’mon baby where?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his release off. It was getting increasingly harder when your cunt was gripping him like that.

“Inside.” Is all you muttered out, half aware of your choice. You’d deal with it later. 

Not a moment later he painted your inside white, cummimg with a low and long groan. Relaxing his head completely against your pillows, taking deep breaths. You crumpled against his chest, just resting for a moment as he was still inside you. This was the most relaxed you’d been in ages, at some point you drifted off to sleep. 

You were awoken by the feeling of Frank cleaning you up and putting a blanket on top of you, obviously you knew he couldn’t stay. It still hurt. It hurt your heart, your soul, your everything. 

“Gotta go, pretty girl. I put my number in your phone. We’ll talk later.” His last sentence meant more than just texting you, you both knew it. At some point, lines had to be drawn or you had to fess up to your dad. But for now you’d live in delusion, in a world where you were in an established relationship and no one thought anything of it. He placed a kiss on your forehead, finished getting dressed and got up to leave. Stopping at the door he turned around to give you one last glance, you had already fallen back asleep. His cowgirl.

Somehow my legs divorced and i think they would never come back together unless matt murdock will be the lawyer 👁👄👁

The Devil Always Gets What He Wants Part 2

Summary:

   After finding out who your hero/crush was. He takes you all for himself. Tired of the mistreatment he's been receiving. All he does for the selfish city, for selfish people like you. So he's going to keep something sweet for himself, something to ease all the things he's feeling on. You'll both make the domestic life work, and if you don't want to well he'll make sure you'll learn to love him and obey him.

A/N: Sorry this was a little late, I hope you guys enjoy! Once you click read more I am not responsible for your content consumption, warnings are posted please read them. This is an 18+ post, MINORS DNI!

Part One(Click Here)

Word Count: 4,500+

Pairing: Matt Murdock/Daredevil and Fem reader

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Warnings: Very mean/angry Matt, Dubcon/Noncon, Possessiveness, Choking, Unprotected sex, Slapping, Degrading, Lots of dirty talk, knife play, blood kink?, Sprinkle of masochism, Pet names(Angel, bunny, baby), some Rope bunny action, a dash of breeding kink, Stockholm Syndrome?

You woke up with a groan, everything felt fuzzy. Your body was light, eye lids felt heavy. "Hi Angel, you alright?" That familiar voice gently cooed as a hand rubbed your thigh. "Matt?" You cocked your head blinking your eyes open. "What are you doing?" Your words and voice were slurred after just waking up. He finally came into view, his hair was messy and he didn't have a shirt on. Not that you were complaining.

   You smiled remembering the events a bit from last night, wait this isn't your bed. You don't remember coming back to his place, what the hell happened. "I can hear your heart racing, don't panic. Just listen, I know how you've been struggling, things have been hard for you. The job, rent, the lack of a sex life, and I can help you with all of that Y/N. Think about it, I can make you happy." Matt said it all so casually, a little rehearsed it seemed. Part of you was intrigued, it would be nice to have help with those things. Matt definitely lived in a nicer part of town, his bed was a lot more comfortable, this was the best you slept in months.

   Matt could hear your heart rate calm, and realized you were thinking about it. Thinking about a life with him, his own heart started to pick up happily.

   "I don't know, I don't even really know you all that well Matt. I hated you yesterday, I mean not really but we weren't exactly good friends." You were hesitating, but he was going to play nice and be patient. He wanted you to want this, want him.

   Matt knew what he was about to do was wrong, but he knew it would work. If he could be inside you again, you'd be screaming yes. No hesitation at all. He knew you'd be begging to live with him if he could just give you the pleasure you deserve.

   "Well I'll let you think on it." He lied, he wanted an answer today. Preferably right now. That's when his hand started to caress your thigh, moving up in your lap. You had that same flannel on from last night, it wasn't exactly the most coverage.

   "Matt." You warned, not wanting to give into whatever this was. "Hmm?" He mumbled as he leaned over you, kissing down your jaw to your neck. The marks from last night oh so present. "Matt no." You made your voice much more stern this time.

"Or what baby?" He whispered and licked under your ear, nibbling at a hickey from the previous night. "Matty!" You whined and he grinned into your neck. Your throat was way too sensitive for this. "Tell me you don't want it." His deep voice groaned into your ear as he pushed his hips into yours, his sweats on him and his boxers he put on you not doing too much to reduce the feeling. You whined at the contact wanting more immediately. This man was so addicting…

"I knew you didn't want me to stop." He grinned and continued to grind himself against you, sucking more hickeys into your neck. You pulled him closer to you, never wanting the feelings to end. Until lucky you, his phone started to ring.

"I'll let it go to voicemail." He said making you grin, and you started to kiss him. His stubble tickling you ever so slightly, his lips felt so perfect against yours. Like you two were made for each other, and he was thinking the exact same thing. The phone stopped ringing finally and you fully relaxed beneath him again. He was so addicting, so good at everything and just knew exactly how to make you feel good.

His phone started to ring again, you huffed pushing him gently. "Just answer it really quick." You said trying not to sound too angry. Just upset over the interruption. "Real quick." He repeated, not sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. He answered the phone, Foggy was panicking over their latest case, you could semi hear him through the phone. "Yeah, alright. Okay. Got it, Yeah Foggy. I'll be right there." Matt sighed deeply when he hung up. "I gotta go, wait here for me? I'll be quick I promise." He had a sad look on his face, one you could never deny. "That's fine. Mind if I explore the kitchen while you're gone?" You asked realizing you were a bit hungry.

"Of course." He smiled and begun to change in front of you, like it was nothing. Your mouth watered as he slid off his sweats, exposing how hard he was. His boxers not really holding back his excitement. "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I don't know when you're staring." He says and turns his head at you with a smirk.

You look down mumbling an apology, avoiding the God of a man feet away, putting on a suit, and looking damn good during it all. How did he know to match his clothes? The random thought crossed your mind as he pulled together quite the outfit. Even his shoes went with it all.

"Gonna be good for me?" He asked after slipping his glasses on, and grabbing his cane. "Of course." You smiled and leaned up a bit, wanting a kiss goodbye. "Good girl." He praised making you blush. The kiss was way too short but, heavenly for the short time it lasted. You smiled happily watching his ass in those semi tight slacks as he walked away. "Stop staring at my ass!" He called out as he turned down the hallway.

•••

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You groaned extremely annoyed. It was ten fucking o'clock at night, and you tried to call Matt, nothing. Nowhere to be found. What the fuck. He said he'd be quick and it's been over twelve hours now. Part of you was worried, another part raging, angry.

After showering, detangling your hair, putting on some of his clothing, making yourself pancakes, cleaning, organizing the little bit of stuff he had, thinking, making his bed, then making yourself grilled cheese, thinking some more, biting your nails for what felt like ever, and yet again thinking some more, still no Matt. You were trying not to lose it. Trying to not just storm out and never speak to him again. How could he do this to you? God, was he okay? He better be okay. What would you do if he wasn't okay?

Almost as if on cue the window slid open and Matt came right in. Not wearing his suit from earlier, but an all black skin tight shirt that hugged him in all the right places, black cloth tied around his head covering his eyes and some mouth watering pants that squeezed those muscular legs beautifully. Part of you was trying not to drool, the other was pissed off. "Where the fuck have you been?" You snapped instantly.

   His head cocked to the side at this, "I'm sorry what?" Matt seemed unhappy, but you couldn't really give a fuck. You were so worried about him.

   "I was here all day long, Matt you told me you'd be quick." You spat angrily crossing your arms. "Watch your tone." He warned and moved closer to you, "or what?" You shot back, trying to match his energy and tone.

   The sudden grab of your hair made you whine, he dragged you to the room, and you began to trip, practically crawling shortly behind him. "Matt!" You cried at the pain, God why did you test this man?

   "No, you don't get to sit and talk back to me after I spent all fucking day working my ass off on a case. Thinking about you, you got me all fucked up in the head. I couldn't even concentrate because the fucking taste of you still was in my mouth. You know that? Wanna know what else you didn't know?" He had your cheeks roughly in his grip. "I just got back from being kicked in the ribs and thrown out of a second story building, and I get a bratty disrespectful loud mouth to come home to? Don't. Fucking. Start." He was fuming, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, his fingers digging more into your cheeks with the last three words.

   He got up from your level, taking off his clothing. His hair was every which way, he looked so soft and beautiful for someone so harsh and full of rage. Something about the way he talked to you, ticked you off. Did he really think he could just boss you around like that?

   "I'm just glad your back so you can hear me say it in person, my answer is no. I don't need you to be happy Matthew, I don't need anyone. I'm perfectly fine on my own. Bye Murdock." You said storming out. Not giving a fuck about the lack of pants. You've worn shorter skirts around town.

   Your breath was slammed right out of your lungs as your back hit the wall, "where the fuck do you think you're going?" Matt cocked his head, eyebrows furrowed and lips almost in a frown. "Away from you." You said trying to move away from him. He put his arms up on either side of you, "I told you not to start." This time it wasn't a warning, he was about to fulfill whatever he had planned.

   "Matt wait I'm sorry." You panicked and apologized, trembling a bit. "I can hear you bunny, that little fast rabbit heart, lying again. You're not sorry, but I'll make you be." Matt grabbed your neck squeezing hard enough to cut off your oxygen. The feeling instantly made you moan weakly. "Such a slut for me baby, but clearly you need a reminder of how to behave. On your knees." The demand has you dripping instantly. This man knew just what to say and how to say it....

   "I have to do it all myself don't I?" His irritated voice groaned making you blush that you got so caught up in his words. He began to force your shoulders down, and you dropped to your knees. "Good girl." He praised momentarily, removing his belt and pushing down his pants without a second thought it seemed. It was one thing to fit inside you, but now your mouth?

   "You're going to take it all, understand?" He's got to be joking... "understand?" He asked again with that tone. The one that reminded you Matt Murdock wasn't one to be tested. "Yes sir." You answered quickly, eager to please him.

   "Such a good girl." His voice nearly cracked at the end as you wrapped your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks warmed, you really had that effect on him? Eager to please him you began to suck him off quickly, trying your best to take him in. Making sure to slobber on him to make it easier to fit him in your mouth. You opened your jaw as wide as you could, tongue against his shaft as you throated his cock.

Looking up at the God himself your mouth watered, drooling around his cock. Working your mouth up and down him, he was so hot. Eyes squeezed shut he let out a long strangled groan.

    You took him slowly, from tip to as close to his base you could take it without gagging. "Come on Angel, you can do better than that." He teased, his hands grabbed your hair in a makeshift pony tail, one holding it in place. As the other grabbed your jaw. What was he- oh god. Matt began to fuck your mouth brutally, shoving himself down your throat, your gag reflex just being pushed past. Your eyes began to water and you could see the evil smile on his face even through your blurred vision as Matt thrusted his hips as he pleased into your mouth.

   "Mmm you're so good at this Y/N. I wish I tried your slut mouth sooner." His groan sent an ache between your thighs that made every slightly painful thrust down your throat so worth it. You started to moan around him, excitement pooling between your thighs as you couldn't wait for what's to come after this.

    His hips started to slow a bit as he started to just thrust deeper and slower. Hips rutting into you mouth, your eyes pouring tears from your gag reflex being absolutely violated. Matt was using you with no remorse, even without your answer, you were his. You belonged to the devil of Hell's Kitchen, but as you heard that man's moans, he sounded much more like a God. He deserves worship, and you were more than happy to give it to him.

    "That's a good girl Y/N, now make sure and swallow it all." The demand had you moaning around him again and pressing your tongue more against his cock as he continued to use your mouth.

    With one last loud moan, Matt used the wall to hold himself up as he twitched inside of your mouth. "Fuck, take it all Angel." He said and such a heavenly word had never sounded more unholy. The feeling of his warm cum flooding your throat made your eyes roll back. You've thought of this moment many times with Matt, and it's finally happening. He tasted sweet, a little salty but surprisingly sweet for a man so tough and hard as nails.

   His hands released your head and immediately once you shut your jaw you realized how sore it really was. "Fuck Matt, could you ease up?" You whined as your throat felt raw. "After the way you talked to me, just be lucky that's all I did." He said and put his pants back on.

   Without another word, he pulled you up to your feet and kissed you, you got so lost into the kiss you didn't realize he was carrying you until he dropped you on the bed. "What are you doing?" That fear crept through you a bit as he had such an unreadable look on his face. "I can smell you so strongly already, that little heart is racing again just how I like bunny." Matt praised as he kissed down your neck to your chest, his button up shirt practically fully unbuttoned as the one button that was done was hanging on by a thread, literally. So when Matt pulled apart the material, the button went flying.

    "I love you in my clothes," he nearly growled as he continued to devour your flesh, heading further and further down. "I love you more with them off though." He added and it made you roll your eyes.

    He pulled you up, taking off his shirt only to quite suddenly tie it around your wrists. "Now you'll have to obey, I won't stop until you give me an answer for this morning. A truthful one." Matt announced as he stood up, covering your eyes with some cloth, almost resembling a scarf. Now it was all dark.

    A very unfamiliar sound made you tense up. Cold metal roamed your skin...

   "Matt, wha-," "I told you I'd make sure to throw cuts in next time since I know you would've like that. I'm a man of my word." His tone had such lust in it, it made you shiver, so cold under his warm touch. "Matty!" You whined.

     The sharp metal landed underneath your chin after slowly raising up the valley of your breasts. "Being so good for me." The compliment made your face completely red. Not used to such charm, but Matt has always been one for it. A sharp gasp ripped through your throat as he cut his boxers from your body, using his hands to completely tear them off of you. The fabric now in two pieces. "Smell so sweet bunny, can't wait to have you on my cock again." The words had you drooling, impatient for him to be inside you again.

   Matt knew you couldn't think or make a decision properly in this time, and that's exactly why he's about to fuck you and ask then.

    Momentarily the weight from the bed disappeared and you were alone, however that didn't last long as Matt quickly returned. However he was now naked and lined up between your thighs. "You won't ever be able to leave me Angel." He grinned as he kissed along your ear. The cold metal surprised you as the sharpness greeted your neck, "make too much noise and I'll mark your pretty little body up some more with some scars, understand bunny?" In no way was that a question, it was a threat. One you definitely didn't mind. It had you sucking your lip between your teeth, aching for him.

    With the knife still against your neck, he slid into you, the stretch making you whine for a second before moaning in extreme euphoria. His thrusts didn't fit pick up speed, he was slamming in and out already, leaving you breathe less. You didn't get a chance to catch your breath before he completely pounding into you, it felt like he was giving you his all. You just laid there crying out in overwhelming pleasure at the feeling of him slamming into your g spot wonderfully. "Mmm yes Matty!" You whimpered as you felt him so so deep inside of you.

   He loved how much of a mess you were for him. "Shhh, take it baby." He cooed only to press the knife hardened against your throat.

    You threw your head back, not caring if the blade cut you, you wanted it to. If you were being truthful, you loved the pleasure filled pain Matthew had to offer. It was to die for. "You like it? Of course you do. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised since you’re such a slut for me baby. I bet you fucking <b>love<b/> it.”

“Come on use your words.” You almost started crying this man was so frustrating. “Use them.” He demanded and pulled almost completely out of you, not moving at all, that’s when the tears started pouring. “Please Matty, please I need you, fuck me like a slut. Make me yours. You’re like a fucking God. Please just fuck me!” Your voice nearly broke in some areas, you were such a needy mess. This is exactly what he wanted all along. He wanted to hear you say it, wanted you to want to be his.

Now there was no going back, for either of you.

“A God? Angel what kind of God would fuck such a whore?” The words made you whine almost a bit out of embarrassment, but once he pushed himself back inside you that disappeared and you bit down on your lip to not let out a scream from how amazing it felt. The torture was over, well you thought it was. “Oh God Matt!” You cried out as he began to pound you. “If only God could see you now. Such a filthy mouth on such a good girl Angel, I’ll just have to fuck that filth out of you.” The noise he let out as he began to pound you recklessly made you clench around him. He fit so perfect inside of you. Each thrust nearly removing himself completely from inside you, only to push himself completely in until your pubic bones kissed.

Matthew knew it was wrong, to use so much strength on someone. To absolutely ruin other men for you. It was his goal. He wanted you to be his and only his forever, even if one day you leave, you’ll only still be able to think of him. Then an idea popped in his head, he grinned to himself. Glad you wouldn’t be able to see it. He wanted to end this with you being marked as his, so he would do so. Matt set the knife off to the side and replaced it with his hand, wrapping his large hand around your throat. Reminding you who’s you really were.

The moans that slipped your mouth were endless, with each thrust one after the other he was pounding every good spot inside of you so well. “Matty.” You whined and he looked up at you tugging on the shirt that restricted your hands. He wasn’t exactly feeling patient, so he grabbed the knife and sliced the thin material from off your wrists. Your hands immediately uncovered your eyes. You couldn’t be more happy you did so, seeing Matt had you moaning even more and clenching around him all over again. “Like what you see?” His head buried into your neck as he continued to fuck you like it was the last time.

“I love it so much Matty.” You whined and could felt the pleasure building up, rising. Every part of you just wanted more. “You’re close baby, you gonna cum for me baby?” He nibbled at your neck after murmuring the words. “Yes! Fuck yes!” You felt like you were in a state of ecstasy as you felt Matt twitch inside you. Biting your lip you were more than happy to be filled by him again.

Oh shit, you haven’t taken birth control. “Matt make sure you don’t-,” his lips attaching to yours as he continued to drill his hips inside of you cut you off. As you reached the peak of your orgasm, the worry slipped your mind. Matt completely blissed out continued to thrust, fucking you through your orgasm as your walls clenched around him.

The continuous pounding was becoming too much, you started to scream as you flawed down his back. Nails leaving marks in his pale skin, you bit down on his shoulder and Matt lost it. He let himself finished inside you, the warmth in your stomach made you moan. The groan he let out in your ear was enough to make you moan alone.

“I know you forgot the pill, I don’t care. You’re all mine now Angel.” The words didn’t even bother you, too lost in the feeling of him and his cum still deep inside of you.

“Still with me bunny?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You mumbled a yes, still too fucked out of your mind to function. “I had an idea earlier, one you’ll love Angel.” Matt pulled out of you making you whimper, “what?” You muttered and then you were flipped onto your stomach.

A small shriek left you and you tried to move your body and turn your head, but a hand pushed you’re right back down, right above your arched up ass he held you in place. “Just stay still Angel, be a good girl for me.” The words had you dripping down your thighs. “Now stay still.” Before you could ask why you heard the familiar flip of a knife opening, “Matt.” You whined a bit scared of what he was up to. You felt so exposed, vulnerable and anxious. Knowing this man could easily overpower you.

“Hey, trust me.” He said, easing you a bit. You felt the cold metal against your ass, and he pressed it to the flesh, carving the flesh lightly, just enough to leave a scar. You let out a small moan at the sting, warm blood trickling out. “Perfect.” Matt was smiling to himself as he ran his fingers over the fresh mark. His mark.

To your surprise, Matt’s tongue ran over the soon to be scar. Kissing the marking before gently helping you off the bed. “Come look at it.” He pulled you to his bathroom, the cold air all around you making you shiver as he led you to the other room. Your eyes widened at your appearance, covered in bruises, hickeys and now, an M carved into your ass, some blood still dripping out. It was hot, you couldn’t deny it. You smiled at the new mark.

“I bet you look so beautiful covered in my marks bunny, so glad you’re all mine now.” Matt pulled you into a kiss and you melted in his arms. Fuck this man was addicting. Your legs felt like jello, thighs shaking a bit from being so sore. You don’t think you can keep up with Matt and all his stamina.

“Come on bunny, let’s get you all cleaned up.” He murmured against your lips. You opened your eyes nodding, looked forward to something so relaxing. You stepped into the shower, the warm water making you relax immediately. Matt’s hands on your waist were a pleasant surprise.

“So I’m guessing the answer was a yes.” He said as he pulled your body against his, the water falling over you both. “As long as we can get a dog.” You turned to face him, hoping for a yes. “Charlie? I think we can make that happen.” Matt leaned down to kiss you, wet hair covering his forehead, he was so beautiful.

“You know for the devil you look a lot like an Angel.” You said once you both pulled away, the warm water on your back still. “According to you, a God to be exact.” The cocky man smiled, as you stared up at him and you rolled your eyes. “Ya know I never told you about Charlie, stalker.” You teased poking him, and turning to face the water again. “Only for you.” He remarked and began to run his hands over your body, his thumb rubbing the fresh cuts on your ass lovingly.

“So, it’s a yes right?” Matt asked once again. “It’s a yes.” You groaned as he pressed the mark on your ass. “Good, I’m gonna have so much fun with you baby.” He said and bent you over, you whined still being sensitive from earlier. “Shut up and take it Angel, we both know you can.” He grunted as he slid into you making you let out a loud moan, thighs trembling.

He fucked you right then and there, bringing another orgasm out of you, and gave you a third one against the shower wall, finishing inside you that time yet again. Filling you with his cum, “I can’t wait to fuck a baby into you.” The almost whispered words made your eyes widen. “All mine forever.” Little did you know those words were every bit of true. You belonged to the devil of Hell’s Kitchen now, you were his Angel. The sweet thing he gets to keep all to himself and use as he pleases, and you loved every second of it.

The devil wanted you all for himself, and the devil always gets what he wants.

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Kinktober Day 4: Body Worship

Matt Murdock x you Contents: drabble, fem!reader x Matt Murdock/Daredevil, MDNI 18+, v brief mention of SH scars W/C: 600 Just a short piece about my favourite softy - longer fics to come for him later! Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

"You're so beautiful, darling." You couldn't help but giggle as his stubble grazed your sternum and he planted another kiss between your breasts.

"I hate to break it to you, Matty, but you can't actually see me…" He chuckled in response, his lips nibbling your collarbone as he moved back up to your lips, kissing you tenderly.

"Maybe not… but I know what I can feel." You smiled against his mouth.

"Yeah? And what's that?" One of his hands found its way to your face, lazily tracing your features as he propped himself up on the other.

"Well, this is all pretty wonderful…" he murmured wistfully, his hand trailing through your hair, over your cheekbones and lips, his own lips following with soft kisses that made you hum in contentment. "This too…" He moved down now, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of your breast, causing you to gasp and buck your hips towards him. Your hands found his hair, dragging your nails through it the way he always liked, earning a hum of approval.

As he ventured lower, though, your heart rate picked up, a hint of discomfort creeping in. You'd always been self-conscious about your body, regardless of your weight. You tended to carry it on your stomach and thighs—areas that weren't always complimented. It made you wonder if he'd still be with you if he could see you. The thought scared you.

But as his kisses continued down your stomach, you breathed out lightly in relief. His hands traced their way around you, not missing an inch. If only he could see how much you were blushing…

"I think these are really beautiful too…" He pressed his lips tenderly to your hip, his finger tracing the thin skin there. The gesture almost brought a tear to your eye. Another of your perceived imperfections—your scars. But he never seemed to mind.

You started to pant again as his lips fell to your thighs, working around your core, making you increasingly needy, squirming under his touch. You tried to pull your legs together, craving friction, but he kept them apart, his hands gripping just tight enough as he paused a breath away from your bare sex.

"You're teasing me…" you muttered, growing desperate. He just smiled up at you.

"Just taking you in…" Before you could ask what he meant, his hands found your backside, pulling you towards him as he ran his hot tongue through your folds. You groaned, rocking your hips into him and settling your body into his hands.

"Taste so good…" he murmured against you, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud.

As usual, it wasn't long before you were writhing from his expert mouth, your body responding to every touch. You found yourself moaning his name with increasing urgency as he continued to pleasure you, his skilled tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, your entire body wound up tight from overstimulation. Despite your heightened state of arousal, you knew from experience that he wouldn't stop until he was fully satisfied. He seemed to delight in varying his pace and pressure, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, intense flicks that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. As he continued to savour you, his own enjoyment was evident in the way he moaned your name against your cunt, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations. Your hands clutched desperately at the sheets, your back arching off the bed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy again. And he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.