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Day 9: Bucky/Tony - Breath Play

“Breathe for me, Tony,” Bucky orders, his quiet rasp vibrating through Tony’s bones, and lets up just enough for Tony not to pass the fuck out. Just say it, Tony’s brain taunts. Say you don’t just want him. Say you can’t breathe without him.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.4k

Day 10: Bucky/Tony - Sadism

Bucky can always tell in advance. Knows that look better than he knows the weight of a gun when the clip’s running low. It’s the one Steve gets right before he busts out the shield and charges headfirst into someone else’s personal shit like it’s a Hydra base.

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1.6k

Day 11: Bucky/Tony - Competence kink

To understand what happens, and, most importantly, why it happens, you have to understand that Tony’s not one to toot his own horn. Not too loud, anyway. Not to the extent that he could. Sure, sometimes the horn gets a little toot, but that’s just the way it works. But, ultimately, when you’re him, you don’t have to shout it from the rooftops—people just know. It’s in the air, it crackles, it fucking sizzles, it’s expected. And yeah, maybe that makes him sound like an egotistical bastard, but if the shoe fits, wear the damn thing with rockets strapped to the heels. If anyone’s earned the right to be a cocky asshole, it’s the guy who can whip up nanotechnology between his third coffee and second mental breakdown while telling shareholders to fuck off and enjoy the profits. So, let’s state the fucking obvious for clarity: he has nothing—absolutely nothing—to be self-conscious about.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 7.1k

Day 12: Bucky/Peter - Size Difference

Peter’s skates screech as a massive hand wraps around his waist, holding him up against one of those very solid, very broad chests he actively avoids on a daily basis, and a deep, rumbling voice rolls over him in a gentle thunder. “Careful, sweet thin', watch where you’re flyin’.” Peter tilts his head back. And keeps tilting. Jesus, did he accidentally crash into Everest in hockey pads? Does this guy ever end? His chin lifts so high, the back of his head is practically brushing his shoulder blades, and when he finally meets the guy’s eyes, Peter’s heart… flutters. For the first time in his life. Oh. Oh, whoa.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 15.4k

Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF O2 - Hurt/Comfort @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF N2 - Fingering @pparkerbingo Winterspider Bingo: SWF G5 - Hiding Injuries @winterspider-bingo Winterspider Bingo: NSWF O1 - Size Kink @winterspider-bingo

Day 13: Bucky/Tony - Piercing

Pacific Rim AU

Holy shit, Barnes might be the hottest thing Tony’s seen this side of the Breach, and considering Tony’s spent most of his life surrounded by pretty faces, that’s saying something. Fury found Tony a fucking Jaeger in human form to drift with, and Tony’s mind is already running through a thousand different scenarios of what he and Barnes could do, none of which involve piloting an actual Jaeger. Tony spots a glint of something silver on his tongue, just behind his parted lips, and before he can even process that or the fact that he would absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, drop to his knees right here, Barnes walks right past him and pulls… Steve into a bear hug with, “Oh, man, it’s great to see you, punk.”

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 11.2k

Day 14: Bucky/Peter - Dacryphilia

Their first time... Bucky’s got about as much time to think about it as a bullet does before it leaves the chamber. That moment when something finally gives in the armory. What starts as an awkward, lingering hug turns into them pressing into each other like they’ve only got minutes to live and didn’t just win, tears just pouring down Peter’s face, and after—after—Bucky bullshits himself into thinking his reaction to Peter crying is a non-reaction. Yeah. Sure.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3.1k

Bingo fills and cards under the fold

Peter Parker Bingo: SWF G2 - LGBTQ+ @pparkerbingo Peter Parker Bingo: NSWF B4 - Kink discovery @pparkerbingo Winterspider Bingo: SWF G2 - Super Strength @winterspider-bingo Winterspider Bingo: NSWF B1 - Broken Bed @winterspider-bingo

Day 15: Bucky/Tony - Body Worship

The thing is, Tony usually misses fuck-all. That said, the sight of Bucky sprawled on the medbay bed throws him enough to miss something unnervingly important.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 15.8k Bingo fills and cards under the fold

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Day 16: Bucky/Tony - Shotgunning

For anyone who doesn’t know him, Tony doesn’t do anything halfway. Not even forgiveness. Tony… just gets carried away. Tony always gets carried away with proving he is the bigger man.

Rating: Mature/Explicit Wordcount: 8.4k

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Day 17: Steve/Tony - Hate Sex

How many times has Tony been sucker-punched by this particular all-American proudly rainbow-colored nightmare? One unfortunate case of Accords, one trip to Siberia, one betrayal of a lifetime, and a whole lot of running off with his ancient, muscly pal and super-soldier boytoy (of all the frozen relics to thaw out it had to be him; of course it had to be him). And now Steve has the balls to stand there, all Steve and golden, as if he didn’t rip Tony’s trust right out from under him and jog off into the land of sunsets with his one geriatric true love, only to have the audacity to—

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.2k

Day 18: Bucky/Steve/Tony - Blindfolds

How the actual, unholy fuck did he let it get this far? Tony knows it’s a bad idea. Just fucking knows it. But that’s the thing about Tony himself, isn’t it? His whole life is basically a highlight reel of bad ideas so horrendous and ridiculous they somehow defy logic, pull some Matrix-level shit, dodge reality, then loop back around and try to cosplay as good choices, alongside even worse decisions.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 1.5k

Day 19: Bucky/Steve/Tony - Uniform Kink

God, sometimes Tony’s just scared. What if he’s the asshole ruining them all? What if one day this doesn’t work anymore? What if Steve wakes up and realizes he’s still trying to make up for everything—for Bucky’s scars, for Tony’s past? What if Bucky—who Tony’s caught looking at his wedding ring more than once, mind you—decides this isn’t enough? What if one of them—either of them—very wrongly assumes that Tony’s stretched too thin and—

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.6k

Umh, HI

What’s a girl gotta do to find some good alpha bakugo x omega reader 😪

i am SO looking forward to reading kinktober ALL of october😩

Hi all, so I’m going to be taking part in Kinktober this year, I’m just a little bit behind at the moment. I am planning to be all caught up by the end of this weekend though!! I’ll be putting up a Masterlist first so you know what you’re going to get, but I’ll be taking requests for the last couple of days in October so send an ask over if there’s anything in particular!

Kinktober 2024 - Masterlist

Hi all! So I'll be linking all of my fics here - if you saw my other post already you'll know I'm a little behind but planning to catch up by the end of the weekend! Let me know if there are any requests for the last few days, and also let me know if you want to be on the tallest for any chapters !! I'll also be posting them on AO3 if you would prefer to see them on there! As usual, MDNI 18+ only, and all of this will be NSFW!

Main Masterlist | AO3

First time - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)

Breath play - Logan/Wolverine (X-men)

Aphrodisiacs/sex pollen - Billy Butcher (The Boys)

Body worship - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

Face fucking - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)

One night stand - Nanami Kento (JJK)

Secret relationship - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Forbidden relationship - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Hate sex - Joel Miller (The Last Of Us)

Mile high club - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Public - Din Djarin/ The Mandolorian (Star Wars)

Voyeurism - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr/Professor X and Magneto (X-men)

Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Threesome - Matt Murdock and Frank Castle/Daredevil and The Punisher (Marvel)

Thigh riding - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Cockwarming - Billy Butcher (The Boys)

Student - teacher - Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Praise kink - Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto (X-men)

Degradation - Loki (Marvel)

Impact play - Logan/ Wolverine (X-men)

Wax play - Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Sensory deprivation - Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

Bondage - Gojo Satoru (JJK)

Edging - Qimir/The Stranger (The Acolyte)

Pain kink - Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Dom-sub - Joel Miller (TLOU)

Mutual Masturbation - Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Somnophilia/free use - Din Djarin/The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Knife play - Frank Castle/The Punisher (Marvel)

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Kinktober Day 1 : First Time

Qimir/The Stranger x you Contents: pwp, fem!readerxQimir (The Acolyte), MDNI 18+ W/C: 1.1k Finally got day 1 done and posted; I'll try and be more on time from here on out! Been thinking about him ever since I watched the show and now I finally have a chance to write something slutty about him for no reason :) enjoy x Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“You’ve never given in to those urges, have you? Even after all these years.”

“I… I’m a Jedi…” You muttered feebly as you sat watching him cook over the small stove, occasionally gazing over at you through those gorgeous, deep brown eyes.

“No, you were a Jedi. A Padawan at that. You aren’t anymore. You're free to do as you please.” You knew exactly what he meant, exactly what you wanted to do. You hadn’t been subtle when he had walked out of the sea earlier, the way the drops of salt water had clung to him as more of his form was slowly exposed to you, as though they didn’t want to let go. You knew the feeling. You hadn’t been able to tear your eyes off of him. But what had followed afterwards was a pang of guilt so intense you could have doubled over with it.

The Jedi had always been good at instilling shame in its pupils.

And you knew that. Logically, you knew that the Jedi way was not a path that you followed anymore, that the values you were taught from a young age were not ones that bound you now. And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to cross that invisible line. No matter how much you desperately wanted to.

“I can give you what you want.” He paused, as though gaging your reaction.

“And how do you know what I want?” You asked, angry as he continued to read your every action perfectly.

“Because I have been you before. See…” He moved quickly, striding over to you, pulling off his top and kneeling down. The intensity of his eye contact was unwavering and it made you blush and begin to move backwards, but he reached out gently, enveloping your hand with his and stopping you in your tracks. A soft power spread through your body from the epicentre where your hands met, and by the look on his face, he could feel it too. It was dark and overwhelming, but as flowed further through you, it felt right. He felt right.

He was moving your hand towards him, and you could do nothing but let him, dizzy with the way he was openly sharing himself with you. He finally broke his hypnotic eye contact to turn away from you, and as his hand left yours, you already missed the warmth of his touch. And then your eyes focussed in on what he was trying to lead you to. Your fingertips met the rough skin that streaked across his back like a lightning bolt, a jagged welt that bore unimaginable pain.

“Every Jedi Master leaves scars on their Padawan, whether mental or physical. Mine are obvious. Yours…” He turned around to see your eyes wide, dazed and confused by his admission. He had been a Padawan. And now here he was, a Jedi killer. Maybe he did know what you wanted. He was right, he was you, just a few mere details tweaked. “Your Master killed the girl you were, your ideas, your individuality. Your morals. He rebuilt you whatever way he saw fit. He made you think preserving peace and teaching younglings were all you could be good for. I hope you see now that you can be so much more than that. You are so much more than that.” As though proving his point, his hand grasped yours again, the near dizzying power flowing through you once more. You remembered something he had said earlier, something he had wanted. The power of two. You knew what he meant now. Who wouldn’t want this?

It didn't take long for you to give in to everything you had promised to abstain from. Anger. Fear. Desire.

You spent your days training your body and mind, doing everything to remove the final shackles the Jedi had over you. And you spent your nights with him, legs intertwined, sloppy, opened mouth kisses as he rocked into you, reminding you who had opened your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and pain. That he was the one who had corrupted you. That he was the only one who would ever see you like this. The only one who would ever make you feel like this.

The night he had told you about his past was the night you had finally allowed yourself to go after what you wanted.

You had kissed him first. You weren’t sure where it came from, but he was there in front of you, shirtless and on his knees, promising you a new life, and you couldn’t help yourself. You gave in so easily. And he reciprocated. He took you to bed and undressed you tenderly. Every touch was addictive, your body reacting to him in a way you didn't think possible. Then he buried his head between your legs, and suddenly this… sensation was starting to overcome you. His tongue was swirling around your core, and there was a pressure building, and it felt good, really good but it was hot and weird and….

“Wait, wait…” you gasped, and he lifted his head immediately, panting and looking up at you with confused eyes. The feeling was gone immediately, but you could still feel the panic rising in your throat.

“Are you ok?” He asked cautiously, hand grabbing yours. You squeezed gratefully.

“Yeah, I… sorry, I just had this weird feeling and I didn't…” He smiled softly, and you blushed, feeling like an idiot.

“Do you trust me?” Everything in your head was telling you no, telling you to scream at him, to let you go back to your old ways, but your heart fought back. You nodded. “Then let it happen, ok?” You nodded again, and watched as his tongue dipped back into your folds. You moaned lightly, running your hand through his hair as he continued, and that feeling was back again. You started to panic, but he gripped your hand tighter, reassuring you, and then something happened. All the pressure was suddenly released and all that was left was a wave of white hot pleasure ripping through your body. Your hips bucked into him instinctively as you rode it out, vision cloudy, hand gripping his tight.

It wasn’t long before he was inside you, his thrusts long and deep. It hurt, you couldn’t deny it, a pain biting at you that almost brought tears to your eyes. But he looked down at you, whispering praises and curses and the pain gave way to pleasure, even more blinding than before. You whimpered, a pathetic cry torn from your lips.

“That’s it, good job…” he muttered, “that feel good?” You hummed in acknowledgment, not quite enough breath in your lungs to say anything else. You ran your hands up and down his arms, feeling the rippling muscles there as he continued to rut into you.

“Maker, you feel incredible…”

And after that, you were his. His pupil. His lover. His acolyte.

The power of two.

Kinktober Day 2: Breath Play

Logan/Wolverine x you

Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Logan, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 1.3k

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His back hit the concrete floor with a crack, and if it weren’t for the adamantium you knew was lining his skeleton, you’d have assumed it was his spine. He stood with a grunt, revealing the cracked concrete you had left in his wake. You watched as he bared his long claws, cracking his neck as he ran towards you, and you prepared yourself to throw him again, your super strength hopefully coming in handy, but he was too quick, kicking you in the stomach before you had a chance to react. You flew backwards, your back hitting the wall with a thud, and you noticed the ache immediately. No time to dwell on it though, as a set of blades were coming straight towards your face. You rolled just in time, hearing the horrible sound of metal colliding with concrete, but his other hand caught you by the neck, pulling you back in front of him and pressing your body to the wall.

“You tapping out yet?” He asked, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Never.” You croaked, faking bravado, but his smile just grew, hand around your neck tightening. Fuck. It was harder to breathe now, and you should really tap out but all you could think about was how close he was to you, and how he smelled like sweat and cigars.

He cocked his head as though waiting for you to give up, and you felt your blood boil. You placed your hands on his arms, using them to pull your body up and kick out at him, but he saw it coming, moving closer to you so there was nowhere for your legs to go. Your frustration was evident, trying to pull at hands, but he pressed tighter still, and now you really couldn’t breathe. Your mind was becoming foggy with the way his body was touching you, the way he kept looking at you with a smug smile, the way his arms felt under your fingers. Your vision was blurring, and you were acutely aware of his hips against yours, and the fact you’d been in this position before.

Then your body took over. Instinctively, you stopped trying to pry him away and held onto him, hands around his wrists and your legs wrapping around his body. And then, your hips rolled against him. His eyes that had been boring into you widened with surprise, and you cursed yourself.

The blush that spread across your face and neck was one you hoped would go unnoticed. You felt sick with embarrassment, and instantly tapped out, untwining your legs from his waist. He dropped you unceremoniously, and you fell to the floor, gasping for breath. You were waiting for him to say something, to quip that you were easy to beat, or to tell you the mistakes you made, but he didn’t. You finally looked up, and he was just looking at you. He wasn't giving anything away, his expression cold and unfeeling, but he didn't once break the intense eye contact.

“What?” You feigned innocence, standing up on weak legs, avoiding eye contact and trying to ignore the blush that had returned. You finally glanced up at him, and were met with a look akin only to a predator with its prey in sight. It sent arousal straight to your core, your heart rate quickening with each breath. “Logan?” You muttered weakly, and apparently that was all he needed.

He closed the gap between you, crashing his lips into yours and pressing your body back against the wall. You returned his kiss feverishly, hands finding his hair and gripping tight, earning a growl as his body somehow got even closer, caging you in. It was messy and sloppy, his hands everywhere all at once and his lips finding your neck, biting down and causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips. You needed more of him. Your fingers found his jeans, unbuckling the belt and unzipping his fly, and he chuckled.

“God, you’re needy aren't you?”

“Fuck off.” You muttered through gritted teeth and he stood back from you slightly, earning an involuntary sigh of disappointment to fall from your lips.

“Your body always betrays you.” He quipped in response, and you huffed, but still starting to pull your own training shorts past your ass and dropping them to the floor, leaving you in your t-shirt and panties. “I can hear your heartbeat go through the roof when I touch you. I can see the frustration on your face as I’ve stepped back…” He stepped closer again, and you tried not to act relieved, but your hands instinctively draped themselves over his shoulders. “I can feel the desperation in your touch…” Fuck he was good. He stepped closer, lips falling to the skin below your ear before whispering, “I can hear the way your wet cunt clenched around nothing when my hand was around your throat.” You were certain your heart had never beat so hard in its life, your breath catching in your throat as his hands found your ass, discarding your panties quickly and pulling one leg around his waist.

“Fuck, Logan…” Your whole body shuddered as he pressed closer to you, allowing you to grind your core against his clothed length. He chuckled, his hand straying to his boxers, pulling down the waistband and letting his erection spring free against you. You whined, your body nearly shaking with need.

“You safe?” He muttered, giving himself a few lazy strokes. He was being very measured, but you could see how much he wanted this too, his hips bucking occasionally, cock painfully hard.

“Yes, Logan, please just…” You hadn't even finished your sentence before he was pressed up against you, fully sheathing himself. He was big, and from this angle, he was hitting a spot inside of you that made you cry out, your nails digging hard into his jacket, prompting him to take it off, leaving him in his white tank and letting your hands roam freely.

“Fuck, you feel good Bub. So wet for me.” He ground into you, letting you adjust. Then he was dragging himself out of you, before he began to split you open. Every thrust was heaven, and you could do nothing but let him fuck into you, hands trying to find purchase on his back as he left love bites across your neck and chest. And then his hand found your neck again. He squeezed cautiously at first, but after you clenched around his cock, he grinned, pressing harder, forcing a filthy whimper from your lips - the only noise you had the air for.

“You look so pretty like this…” he muttered, his pace never letting up, and you could feel your climax getting closer, “my hand around your throat, letting me use you however you want…” You nails found his arms now, digging in in a way that would leave a mark on any other man, but you watching the skin heal, and heard the growl he let out. “God, you know Bub, I’ve thought about this a lot, and I never thought you'd let me fuck you like this.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, you cried out as much as you could, spots forming in your vision - from lack of oxygen or from pleasure, you couldn't be sure - and you clamped down around him as your orgasm washed over you. And with that, he came too, pressing somehow deeper inside you and releasing your throat, sending a second wave of pleasure through your body.

You realised you were on the floor when you refocussed, his cock still inside you as you were slumped on his lap. His lips were on your neck again, but pressing soft, nurturing kisses to it instead. You hummed in contentment, hand tracing patterns lazily through his hair.

“Can I take you out sometime?” he muttered into your chest, and you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement, considering his cum was currently leaking out of your cunt.

“I think that's probably a good idea.”

Kinktober Day 3 - Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen

Billy Butcher x you Contents: pwp, fem!reader x Billy Butcher (The Boys), 18+ MDNI, there's only one bed (!!) W/C: 2.2k So I've read a lot of sex pollen fics, normally Mando ones actually, and then this idea got stuck in my head so yeah, here it is! It's a little longer but my next two are a lot shorter, so this is to make up for it. Anyway, hope someone out there is as obsessed with Billy Butcher as I am! Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” You could’ve shouted at the receptionist, hands balling by your sides.

“Sorry, just the one room left tonight.”

“We’ll take it.” Billy replied, shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“You can’t be serious…”

“How much do I owe you, darling?”

He ignored your complaints the whole way to the room as well, your bag slung over his shoulder. He unlocked the door, swinging it open and laughed heartily.

“What?” You pushed him aside, to see… one bed. For fucks sake.

“No getting away from me now, sweetheart…”

You’d just gotten out of the shower when you heard a deathly silence come over the room next to you. That was unlike him. He’d had the TV blasting since you’d been in the bathroom, and now it was silent. Something wasn’t right.

You wrapped your towel around yourself and peeked your head around the door. He was standing, his leather coat abandoned on the bed, head cocked as he looked towards the window. He turned his head when he heard you, pressing a finger to his lips and creeping closer. It was cracked open, a soft evening breeze causing the curtains to billow, but you couldn't hear anything else. You opened your mouth, about to ask him what was going on when a figure moved into frame.

“Fuck, cover your mouth!” Billy shouted, backing away, but it was too late. The figure raised their lips to the window, and a baby pink smoke filled the room before you could even react to it. It left you coughing, doubled over as you waited for it to clear. When it finally did, your head was hazy, as though you had literally put on rose tinted glasses and smoked a joint. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it meant that it took longer than you normally would've to figure out what just happened.

“Cupid…” you muttered, cursing lightly under your breath and moving to close the window. She was the Supe you had been tracking for the last few days, with the ability to produce a powerful aphrodisiac that was nearly incapacitating to whoever it affected. Not exactly the best superpower, although it felt pretty fucking awful right about now. Billy had perched on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “But why would she…”

“To distract us, to throw us off…”

“That makes no sense, we’ve already stopped for the night.”

“Didn’t you do your research, darling? It can last a full day, even two.”

“Fuck!” You were pacing now, trying to ignore the fog that was lowering over your mind. “Well, lets go after her! She can’t have gotten far.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not in any way to drive. Plus, you’re only in a towel.” You looked down, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“Ok… ok I guess we just have to ride it out and hope it doesn't last too long… what?” You had looked up to see him gazing at you, pupils dilated, a dark expression on his face. His eyes were tracing your body, and you hadn’t realised until that point how short the towel actually was, your legs on display for him, droplets of water from the shower still clinging to you. “Billy!”

“Fucking hell, love, I’m sorry, but we just got blasted with some kind of sex potion so you can forgive me…”

“Just… go and have a shower or something. Maybe a wank, clear your head.”

“Sure thing, boss. Wanna watch?”

“Fuck right off.”

He had been in the shower for a while now, and you were starting to struggle. When you had agreed to go with him on this Supe hunt, you never thought this was the situation you would end up in - trapped in a hotel room, only one bed, with Billy Butcher, after a maniac just filled the room with a potent aphrodisiac. And you were really starting to feel it. Every single nerve ending in your body felt like live wires, and you were so turned on it was painful, squirming on the bed as your core physically ached with lack of attention. You had managed to get changed into a t-shirt and shorts, but you still felt too warm. You were halfway through tying up your hair to try and help cool down when Billy emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. Sweet Jesus that wasn't going to help. He was ripped, his arms and chest looked almost chiseled from stone, save for the light smattering of hair over his torso, following down his stomach into a happy tail that lead under the towel. You could almost feel your mouth watering as you noticed a tent in the think fabric. He was hard, and from the way he winced when he moved, painfully so.

“Did it help at all?” You asked feebly, trying to ignore the hardening of your nipples as you watched him move.

“No.” He answered sternly, sitting down with his back to you. You couldn’t help but gaze at it. His wide shoulders, the way his shoulder blades rippled with his shuddering breaths, what it would look like when you were done with him, red welts and scratches after he fucked you into the mattress…

Nope, no. Can't go there. He's a colleague - even if only technically. Work would be unbearable.

Although, this was pretty unbearable too.

He’d said something.

“Hm?” You asked, not noticing the way he was looking at you over his shoulder until your eyes had traced his entire back. You blushed.

“I need to change…”

“Oh shit, sorry.” You headed to the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind you and collapsing to the floor. Fuck this was a mess. A horrible, terrible mess. Maybe it would help if you just… just a little bit…

Your hand found its way below your waistband, and as soon as your fingertips brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves there, your entire body relaxed, an audible moan escaping your mouth. Shit. Hopefully he didn't hear that. You carried on quietly, biting your lip to try and stay quiet, but it was hard, the relief flowing through you unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And then you heard something from the other room. A soft grunt, and then another. And fucking hell it was a beautiful noise, almost pained but so relieved, perfectly echoing how you felt at that moment. God, he was awful and frustrating and horrible to work with but his voice was so sexy, and the noises he was making now were no different.

You couldn't deny it was helping you along, and you couldn't tell if you were imagining it or not, but every time a whimper escaped you, he groaned just a little louder. You reached your peak quickly, your entire body crumpling as it overtook you, a last moan falling from your lips as you caught your breath on the bathroom floor. You stood up to wash your hands and face, legs shaking, only to realise… it had barely done anything. The ache was back almost instantly, nipples hardening again at the thought of Billy in the next room, and you cursed into the icy cold water.

He had been quiet for a little while now, so you knocked cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m decent, doll.” The new pet name sent another wave of arousal to your centre, and you cursed internally with it. Every word he said feel like he was physically touching you, but not quite enough. It was driving you insane.

“How the fuck do we make this stop?” You gasped out, frustration clouding your mind as you flopped onto the end of the bed, laying down with your hands over your eyes. Maybe if you just didn't look at him…

“Well, I can think of one way…”

“Billy…” you muttered warningly, but you couldn't bring yourself to say more than that, just letting your hands drop from your face to see his dark expression looking you up and down.

“Do you really wanna stay like this for the next day…”

“We might still be like this… after.”

“We don't know until we try.” Fuck, you hated how much sense he was making in your sex-addled brain. “You can't say you haven't thought about it…” You opened your mouth to snap back that you hadn’t, that he repulsed you… but you couldn't get the words out. The truth was, you had thought about it. A lot. He might be a pain in your ass, but he was undeniably attractive. The smirk. The confidence. Those stupid fucking Hawaiian shirts that showed off his biceps in just the right way…

“Please I… look, it's killing me here love…” he sounded breathy, strained. Needy. Hearing him beg was almost enough to send you over the edge.

Fuck it.

You sat up before you had a chance to change your mind, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his lips to yours. He practically growled into your mouth, reciprocating with a ferocity you hadn't expected. His hands were instantly all over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap, his strength making you gasp sharply. His teeth found your bottom lips, biting and pulling as he forced your hips down into his, grinding into you in a way that felt so fucking perfect. You needed him closer. Your shaking hands reached for the hem of his tee, pulling it over his head and pushing him to the bed, lips marking a path down his chest.

“Fucking hell, love, get those clothes off.” You obliged quickly, standing to rip off your tee, then shorts and panties as he removed his own bottoms, letting his cock spring free. He was big. Really fucking big. You needed him inside you now. Needed…

He was a step ahead of you, grabbing your arm and pulling you face first to the bed. He set himself up behind you, pulling your hips into the air and his hand found its way to your hair, pressing your face into the mattress. And then you felt two fingers dip inside your wet core. The sound that you made was filthy and animalistic, pressing your hips back into his hand as he chuckled, desperate for more of him.

“God you’re needy like this aren't you?” He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you whining, and you heard him pump his length a few times with your slick. And then he was there, his size pressing against you, and you had no time to adjust as he rolled his hips into you. You couldn't breathe as he split you open, full to the hilt, hands scrabbling across the bedspread trying to find purchase on something.

“Fucking hell…” he grumbling, hand smacking your ass hard. You yelped, and he laughed again. “I can feel your pretty cunt fluttering around me when I do that.”

“Fuck… you…” You managed to choke out between laboured breaths.

“As you wish, doll.” He started to drag himself out of you, so painfully slowly you were squirming, but he just pressed your face further into the bed. And then he started to just fuck into you. It was debilitating, every single nerve in your body on fire. His pace was merciless, hard and fast and blinding, hitting a spot inside of you that turned your body to jelly. His hand on your hip was the only thing keeping you upright, squeezing in a way that was sure to bruise. And then his hand left your head, and you gasped in air, only to realise it was snaking around to your clit. The instant his fingertips found your sensitive mound, your world went black, and you were coming hard around his cock.

“Fuckk, there we go, sweetheart. Good girl, let it all out...”

By the time you could see again, it didn't take you long to start winding up for another orgasm. Your body had completely crumpled, pressed to the bed apart from the arm he had around your hips, keeping him in the perfect position to keep hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

“Goddd, Billy…” you cried out, sound after filthy sound filling the room as he continued to rut into you, his breaths becoming shorter and his curses becoming less coherent. “Please.. that's it… inside me please…” Your fucked-out babbling seemed to help bring him to the edge, and he pressed his hips into yours as he came, his teeth clamping onto your shoulder enough to help you reach another pinnacle.

You could barely breathe when you were done, his entire body weight pressed to your back, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to the back of your neck. He was still inside you, and it wasn’t until you tried to move that you noticed…

“Billy?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re still hard.” There was a beat where he stopped kissing you shifting his hips just slightly with a groan, then he sighed.

“I guess its gonna be a long night, doll.”

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.