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[wannabemurdock]

the casual transition of fwb rough sex w frank castle to him genuinely caring about reader and making love to them

idk idk just the thought of those big hands that are capable of so much violence being so soft and gentle

5 + 1, Frank Castle (Part 1)

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Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summary: the five times it was just sex and the one time it wasn’t

Word count: 916 words

Contains: rough smut. use of vibrator. spanking. minimal aftercare.

Notes: I want this to be a series inspired by the format and style like @tuiccim’s topping Steve Rogers series. Tuiccim is an amazing writer and I highly recommend their work. I tried really hard with this but i'm hoping my writing will improve as the series goes on so please be patient with me.

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif but damn do i love it

Your wrists twist and pull against the binds tying them to the head of your bed. Rope burn starting to set it from your constant movements. Frank’s large frame looms over you from the end of the bed as he marvels at the sight out you.

The hunger in his eyes has you wondering what you signed up for. But no matter what, you come back every time. The light of the city softly creeps into your apartment as your eyes rake over him. The cut and curve of his muscles are only accentuated by the dim lighting. His scars shine with every movement and breathe. The positioning of your head doesn't allow you to look any lower. Something in you is grateful for that.

“Keep starin’ at me like that and I’ll blindfold ya’. I'm not a piece of meat.” Your chest heaves at the joking threat. You analyse his face for any sort of lie but you know better. You know him. “Behave.”

“Yes, sir.” He trails the tip of the vibrator along the length of your legs. The smooth silicon leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Swatting your legs apart, he positions himself between them. Placing the wand next to you, his hands gripping your hips. His calloused hands rub small circles before flipping you onto your stomach. The ropes attaching you to the bed head twist, leaving you with even less movement.

A harsh hand lands on the curve of your ass, a yelp escapes you.

"Colour?" His hand soothes the quickly reddening path of skin.

"Green." Another slap lands, sending you forward on the bed slightly.

"Colour." You can hear the irritation rising in his voice at your disrespect.

"Green, sir."

"Atta girl." The slight praise has you keening for his touch. Too lost in your anticipation you don't hear him grab and turn on the wand. You jolt as he presses the head to your core before quickly pulling it away. You whine at the loss.

"You're going to take what I give you, and you're going to be grateful for it. Understand?" A third slap echoes throughout the room. Frank traces the red handprint radiating on your ass. Pride growing in his chest.

He presses the vibrator against you once again. Tracing the tip up and down, just not enough pressure to give you any real pleasure. Biting your lip, you wouldn't dare make a noise. He grabs your hips, hoisting then till you're on your knees. Your pussy glistening in the glow of the city has Frank feeling weak in the knees.

Showing some mercy, he pressed the round head of wand flat against your clit. A low moan emits from your chest as you relax into the mattress. You feel your end nearing quickly, the anticipation of earlier mixed with the constant buzzing has a heat starting to build in your stomach. The muscle in your thighs are starting to burn, knees shaking when Frank pulls it away. He watches you clench around nothing at the loss. Not a sound leaves you.

"Good girl. Doing the bare minimum that I ask for. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"No, sir. Not for the bare minimum, sir."

"Look at you learning. I think that deserves a reward." Before you can say anything, he leans down, licking a flat stripe up your folds before pressing the wand back to you.

It doesn't take long for you get back to where you had left off. Knees shaking, chest heaving. Your body feels like its on fire as it tips over the edge. Spiralling head first into pure euphoria. You would've collapsed if Frank didn't think to grab your hip with he free hand as wave after wave come crashing over you.

Frank continues to hold the wand against you. Your nerves on end as you come down from one orgasm, straight into a second. Overstimulation already settling deep into your bones and 2 highs turn into 3, then 4. You don't know how long its been or how many times you've came but suddenly it all stops.

Frank discards the wand somewhere on the bed.

"Colour?"

"Green, sir."

"Can you give me one more?" He asks, pressing the tip against you. Time drags as he waits for your answer.

"Y-yeah, sir. I can." That's all he needs before letting go. He sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against you. The hand print still glowing as he ruins you further.

Reaching down, he touches your already too sensitive clit, sending you into a high like no other. Vision going white as a suffocating heat engulfs you. Pulling out, hot white spirts of come covers your back as you collapse onto the bed.

He’s quick to untie you. Checking your face for any signals that you’re not alright before heading into your bathroom. Coming back with a damp wash cloth and a bottle of lotion he found under your sink.

He takes his time, cleaning you up and massaging your sore wrists. Rubbing lotion into the fresh red marks across your body before grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom once again. He emerges fully dressed with a glass of water in his hand. Helping you sit up, he rubs your back as you finish the glass.

“We should do that again.” Mumbling, he gets up and leaves. Shutting the bedroom door behind him. Leaving you in the silence of your apartment.

Not like its the first time.

[bunnywritesmarvel]

Came for the Frank smut, stayed for your immaculate vibes 👏🏻

ehehehe ive never been called immaculate before, this is so cute ❤️❤️

'came for the ___ stayed for the ___'

[deceitfuldevil]

Sky’s 500 Follower Celebration!

About one year and one week ago today, I hit 100 followers. Now I am having a somewhat belated celebration of hitting 500 followers. Here’s to hoping this sleepover goes better than my last <3 Regardless this milestone means a lot to me, especially since my standing on tumblr currently is where I always dreamed of being. So this is my thank you.

Take advantage of this celebration as much as possible, because I have some sad news. My longstanding followers might remember around this time last year I announced I was leaving for the summer, well as most annual jobs go, I’m leaving again.

At the end of May (22nd–26th) I’m traveling to a prestigious leadership conference and three weeks later on June 15th I’ll start my nine week long summer job far up north from me. But I have fics lined up to post through September, so no need to fret.

The only thing I may lack during the summer is my bi-weekly requests in between the week I post fics, seeing as my job is a camp counselor and archery specialist I’ll constantly be busy and am only allowed one day off per week. But I’m so happy and thankful for how far my account has gotten, so I will try my best

RULES:

Send in as many asks and requests as possible, as I said this is the last time I’ll be very active for awhile so get the most out of this!

NSFW asks allowed (and encouraged;)

The sleepover is from 5/7–5/14, after that I will close my requests and reopen them once I’ve completed them all!

Be nice to me <3

ASK TYPES: (totally not copied from my last sleepover)

🪐 Ask about the author! Ask me anything you want to know about my writing, my personal life, even my favorite (x,y,z)!

📝 Send in any sort of request from any of the prompt lists at the bottom, only with characters I’ve written for!

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🏹 Ask about one of my WIPs or up-and-coming story ideas and I’ll post a snippet!

Mutual tags 💞 🏷 : @wannabemurdock @toastybuggy @matt-erialgirl @yourbucky084 @peterman-spideyparker (you all mean the world to me <3)

Thank you, enjoy the celebration, and don’t forgot to reblog and let others know!

[wannabemurdock]

Idea for Bucky?

Reader and Bucky have grown quite close. Always sitting next to each other, always hanging out in each others rooms, even sleeping in the same bed more recently.

One day you're doing combat training against another avenger of course with knives (it's my brand you know I had to). Bucky notices you pulling some of his signature moves. That combined with your mid-combat remarks has him needing to cut in. So then you're fighting Bucky and things progress while fighting him and yeah you know where it goes.

This ask has been in my inbox for a while and it fits perfectly with today's writing prompt! @yourdailywritingprompt on tiktok "Writing prompt: The moment you (or your character) fell in love."

Days were filled with back to back training and gym sessions. Anything to stay on the top of your game. A constant rotation of meetings, mission planning, medical testing was were the rest of your time went. You spent every moment together. Next to each other at meetings, training together, team lunches. But the rare quiet moments you had were spent with him. Bucky.

Quiet movie nights as you helped him catch up on the iconic pop culture moments he missed. Early mornings with a vinyl playing softly in the back to ground him as he wake up each day as you made breakfast.

You two were always found together. No one thought anything of it. Trauma bonded possibly. Comfort in heartbreak. Neither of you knew when it happened. You just found yourself attached at the hip and decided it was best not to question it.

You had convinced him to teach you some knife combat skills. You had been practicing every moment you could. Walking between meetings, filling in paperwork, before bed in the mirror.

You wanted to be as good as Bucky.

The next training session Bucky noticed you were using some of his best moves. You had perfected your hold changes. He felt his heart swell as you combatted him blocking your original move by swiftly dropping the blade into your other hand.

His heart beat rapidly, so loud he could only hear the quick thumps. He stepped away to take a breath, looking over at you. His heart suddenly stopped.

[wannabemurdock]

Let’s get a super freaky filthy friday with Venom?

Damn, right off the bat. Going straight for it aren’t we? You damn well know I haven’t written in a while and went in for the kill 😂

His tendrils leave glistening trails across your skin in the dim light of the apartment. The unexpected warmth of him fills you with a sense of comfort as he explores your body. He glides across your skin with minimal effort, amplifying the ache between your thighs. The weight of his body pins you further into the mattress as he tightens his hold on your wrists.

A low growl emanates from his chest as tip of his tongue makes its way along the length of your throat. Separating, he towers over you. His stare leaves you feel like prey, helpless and vulnerable. As if reading your mind, he drags the sharp of his teeth along your body as he slides off the bed to his knees. Your knees shake in anticipation as he disappears from your view. Tendrils replacing the way his hands gripped your wrists.

“Beg.”

[wannabemurdock]

Could you do a Sub!Fred Weasley please?? It's totally fine if you dont wanna. :) Enjoying your content so far!!

Kinktober Day 15

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Fred Weasley + begging

“Please. Please, I need you.” His breath heavy against your stomach as you stood before him. “Just a taste, please.”

You always appreciated the sight of Fred on his knees, but combine is with his whiny begging. Fuck. You’re ruined before you even let him touch you.

Fred’s hands scratch and pick at his knees as he tries his best to wait, looking up at you expectantly. You lace a hand through his hair before pulling him towards you silently.

[wannabemurdock]

Can we have some charlie weasley for kinktober pretty please?? xx

Kinktober Day 6

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Charlie Weasley + sneaky bathroom sex

“You need to stop. You’re too bloody loud.” You snap your head around so quickly, Charlie’s sure he got whiplash just watching. Fire burning in your eyes.

“You have some… damn… audacity, Charles. ” The edge of the counter digs into your hips as you hiss through your teeth.

“Ooooo my government name. Sends shivers down my spine, doesn’t it?” Rolling his eyes, he quickens his pace. His hand slides up your body, seating itself at the base of your neck.

[wannabemurdock]

BONKY

Bite Me, Bucky Barnes

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Summary: emotions are fucked, aye?

Word count: 484 words

Contains: allusions to smut. cussing. attitude

Notes: this post is broken as fuck. If you want it to work, please use the website. I got way too carried away. It was going to be hate fucking and then it got emotional and I’m just as confused as y’all tbh

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif (probably could’ve chosen a better one tho)

“You have some fucking audacity, don’t you?” You ignore him as you storm out of the hangar. The white noise of the quinjets engine does little to drone him out. He doesn’t deserve the time of day after that shit fight of a mission.

“Bite me, James.” The doors to the elevator shut just before he starts running his mouth again. You lean against the cool glass, hoping to ground yourself before you get to your floor. Exhaustion starting to overtake you in the far too long ride to the residential floor of the tower.

“How the fuck did you get here?” Of course Bucky’s standing there waiting for you to get out. A scowl scratched across his face as you rolls your eyes. Anger bubbles in your chest as a foul taste develops in your mouth at the sight of him.

“I ran.” You push past him, making your way to your apartment. Tears welling in your eyes as the walk feels never ending. Bucky tailing you has you speeding up. Your muscles ache after such a strenuous mission, mental and physical exhaustion has you at the end of your fuse and Bucky was not helping. His hand catches to door before it shuts.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” He slams the door to your apartment before pinning you against the wall. You can’t help but stare him. His cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. “Do you understand how incredibly stupid you are, yo-“

You can’t hear him as you focus on the tiny details of his face. The way his eyelashes curve. The fresh stubble spread across his jaw. The tear sliding down his cheek.

The what?

“I can take care of myself, Y/n. You do not need to put yourself in danger to protect me! I- I-“ he pushes his hair out of his face, breathes shaky as he tries not to make eye contact with you. The anger from earlier has entirely dissipated as the realisation hits you.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“What did you just-“ As if on autopilot, you pull him in close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him with every fibre of your being. Your hands tangle in his hair, trying to drag him closer to you. Not satisfied till you two are one person. His arms cage you in against him. His stubble scratches your chin, contrasting the soft plush of his lips. Muscle and metal impossibly tight around your waist. Unable to loosen in fear of you slipping away.

Your hips press against him, desperate for anything he would be kind enough to give you. A soft whimper escapes him, vulnerability turning his brain to mush.

“Just fuck me already, Barnes.” You plea against him.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

“I can take care of myself, Y/n. You do not need to put yourself in danger to protect me! I- I-“ he pushes his hair out of his face, breathes shaky as he tries not to make eye contact with you. The anger from earlier has entirely dissipated as the realisation hits you.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“What did you just-“ As if on autopilot, you pull him in close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him with every fibre of your being. Your hands tangle in his hair, trying to drag him closer to you. Not satisfied till you two are one person. His arms cage you in against him. His stubble scratches your chin, contrasting the soft plush of his lips. Muscle and metal impossibly tight around your waist. Unable to loosen in fear of you slipping away. Your hips press against him, desperate for anything he would be kind enough to give you. A soft whimper escapes him, vulnerability turning his brain to mush.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

[wannabemurdock]

Tasm!Peter parker + fingering :>

Kinktober Day 28

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Peter Parker + fingering

“Just gorgeous, aren’t you?” His fingers trace through the slick between your thighs. His other hand rests on your thigh, stopping it from closing on his hand as his movements become more daring. Focusing on you clit, soft moans flow freely from you, his confidence growing with every swipe. His fingers move to you entrance, dipping in and curling so perfectly. You knees go weak as his fingers continue to press against that spot so deep within you and his thumb circles your clit. Not able to keep quiet any more, you chant his name as you fall over the edge.

“Peter!”

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a/n: I’m just using whatever’s in my inbox whether it’s from kinktober or not

[wannabemurdock]

For kinktober can you do cock warming with Daryl Dixon

Kinktober Day 17

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Daryl Dixon + cockwarming

His heartbeat, slow and steady in your ear as your head leans against his chest. Your mind fogged by pure bliss, thighs dripping with need. You struggle not to fuck yourself but Daryl’s hand tracing up and down your back calms you.

“You doin’ s’good, darl.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, arms wrapping around you to hold you closer. The room filled with pure content.

A/n: thank you for your patience x I really appreciate it

[wannabemurdock]

Can you do George weasley for kinktober maybe you catch him masturbating or smth? Thanks!

Kinktober Day 11

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George Weasley + caught

“Oh Georgie, you didn’t think I’d hear you? Was that it?” You mock pout as he scrambled to cover himself, a soft pink blush spreading across his face and chest. “You didn’t think I’d head you begging for me? What do you want me to do, sweets?”

His words caught in his throat. He struggles to brush his hair from his face as your eyes bore into him.

“You need me to finish you off? You need me to make you come?”

[wannabemurdock]

Hiya Moony,

Hope kinktober has been a great month for you so far 💛 You truly never miss with anything you write.

I was thinking about Natasha Romanof + voice kink for kinktober? And I don't think I've experienced a better thought since tbh

Kinktober Day 14

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Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

“Are you touching yourself, милая? You can barely make it through a phone call with me without touching your own pussy?” Blushing deeply at her words, not slowing your pace as your fingers circle your clit. The softness of Natasha’s voice has you dripping even though you know you’re most definitely in trouble when she gets back.

“Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you, милая.”

[wannabemurdock]

priest!shy!VIRGINmatt x experienced young (like she have 18?19?) fem!reader? Like for his occupation Matt HAS NEVER BEEN SEXUALLY TOUCHED, so this beautiful girl has him in her bed and she blow him, hand him, ride him and chock him a little bit.

matt obviously doesn't know if he's in this reality or in heaven with an angel above him riding the shit out of him

by the end he's just dizzy and soooo overstimulated, so they both lie on her bed and talk, and matt just listens to her like a complete, total lovesick idiot.

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Never felt like this, Matt Murdock

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Pairing: Priest!Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Summary: You ruin the perfect priest

Word count: 2041 words.

Contains: smut. unprotected sex. blasphemy.

Notes: i've been thinking about this ask for so long

Minors do not interact

Requests are closed

not my gif

You’ve been patient. Waiting for the moment where you could get your hands on the innocent priest from your parents church. Only having a month to plan this before you leave your parents to go back to New York. You want to fulfil his deepest, darkest dreams and fantasies. The ones that made him pray for forgiveness after imagining. You want to ruin him. Make him believe there is no god. That the only angel there could possibly be, is you.

All he knows is that you are everything he wants. Everything he needs. He's so desperate for you. He's been oblivious to the fact you are consciously torturing him. Pushing him to his breaking point.

Like only confessing when you know that he's on the other side of the booth's partition.

"Forgive me father for I have sinned." you voice serious, laced with your best imitation of guilt. If only he Matt... I mean Father Murdock, could see you. You smile betrays you. You're just planting the seeds you plan to sow later on. Torture him until he is the one that breaks.

"What do you seek forgiveness for." Nerves making his voice quiet and shaky. He immediately recognised it was you on the other side.

"Sex before marriage.... My mum found out and is making ask for forgiveness." You hear his breathing become shallow at your words. You imagine all the possible scenarios running through his mind. You in compromising positions. The noises you'd make. How you'd taste. How beautiful you would feel underneath him.

You weren't far off. His mind was too busy racing through all those very things, he forgot he was a priest doing gods work in a confessional booth at that very moment.

"Father?" it takes everything in you to not laugh at how easy it is to rile him up. You hear him cough and shuffle in his seat. His cock straining against his pant's just desperate for your touch.

"Um.. yes. You don't seem very remorseful of the... s-situation." He's ready to kick himself. He could've just given the forgiveness, but he's dragging the encounter out just to hear the slightest of details.

"Well, I'm not remorseful? Why would I?" You think hard about your words. What could possibly drive him crazy. "I mean, it can't really hurt to feel good. Ban sex, might as well ban masturbation too. Right? You can't frown upon one but not the other. Anyway, what's the point in denying pleasure."

That's done it.

He rushes through the rest of the confession before excusing himself to the office at the back of the church.

What about the time you game him a little show while he helped you family set up for the neighbourhood barbeque.

Father Murdock had just arrived to your house, in summer clothes compared to the pristine suits, welcomed with open arms and a solid handshake by your mum before being sent out to the backyard to help your dad start up the grill and other snacks. Your mum had busied herself within the kitchen by finishing up the salads and bakes.

He was disappointed that he couldn't hear you. As time went on and you made things much harder for him, he somehow looked forward to seeing you. Not look forward. More desperate. Desperate to hear your groans when you stretched. For your soft sighs and giggles you saved only for him when he said something he knew wasn't that funny. Desperate to feel your soft touch on the back of hands when leading him somewhere. The way you touch his thigh when you'd giggle. He always wished he could hear and feel more of you.

He has to shake himself of his thoughts before someone notices him holding the same bowl of chips for far too long or before he gets himself a position he would not be able to explain. Well, that before he notices you slide up next to him. Side on to him, shoulder pressed against his. The skin of your shoulder pressed against his bare arms. The illusion of you wearing something skimpy and revealing drives him wild. You turn to face him, tits brushing against his arm as he realises you in nothing more than a bikini top. He quickly excuses himself to the bathroom. The feeling of you forever burnt into his body.

In your wise words, "what's the point in denying pleasure?"

All those moments lead up to now. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't have accepted your invitation. But he couldn't say no. He was at his wits end. He's maintained a life of celibacy. Saving himself for marriage in the name of god. But you had made him desperate. No amount of praying could stop the way he feels about you.

Your parents are out of town. You're alone in a big house in a town you've lived your whole life but you couldn't help but "admit" to Father Murdock that you're scared to be alone. Asking him to stay the night in the guest room so you had some piece of mind.

He fell for the puppy dog eyes. The tremble in your voice. How desperate you looked for one, rather than him.

He knew he should've said no.

But if he did, he wouldn't be standing there on your front porch, pizza in hand, waiting for you to answer the door. His cock already pressing against the zipper of his slacks at the thought of you in one of your tiny outfits.

You certainly didn't disappoint. You swing open the door clad in nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts and a see through singlet. You pull him in for a hug, repeating thank you's and how grateful you are that he's here. He can barely hear you over the sound of his blood pulsating in his ears.

Leading him to the kitchen with a little extra pep in your step, anticipation coursing through you. Taking the pizza from his hands and placing it on the bench, you slide past him. Brushing your ass against the hard outline in his pants, you hear a quiet groan escape his throat. Spinning around to look at him with wide eyes.

"Father Murdock!" You feign shock in your voice as a blush spreads across his face and he starts mumbling apologies. Pressing the front of your body against his, you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"Let me make you feel good, baby boy." Pulling away to look at his face for any hesitation, he nods before grabbing your hand. You lead him upstairs to your bedroom. Both hearts racing for reasons so different, they're almost the same.

You pull him into your bedroom before slamming the door and pushing him against it. You pull away his sunglasses, kissing him with a fire you've never felt before as you threw them on the table next to your door. The top of your thigh between his legs, pressing against his confined cock as needy moans leave him. Lips melding together in desperation. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt, crumping the pristine material as you pull him impossibly closer.

"Do you want this?" Struggling to get the words out between kisses.

"Yeah, yeah please. I need you." His words has you dragging him over to your bed before pushing him to lay down. You undo his pants, pulling them and his underwear down enough to let his cock spring free before falling to your knees between his parted legs. The tip, angry and weeping as you admire him. Absolutely stunning as he lays there so ready for you.

How did a man this hung, deny the world of a dick this gorgeous in the name of god.

You spit into your palm before tentatively wrapping your hand around him, ready for him to say stop at any moment. Instead he begs.

"Please. Please touch me. Use me. Do whatever you want. I want you." His words has you dripping in anticipation. You pump him a few time before you take him in your mouth as deep as you can, saliva dripping and pooling around his base. Moans fall freely from his lips as you begin to move. Never knowing anything could feel this good, he's already on the edge.

"Gonna come already, baby boy?" You pull away, still slowly pumping him with your hand. He knows he should be embarrassed from the way you're mocking him but all he can muster is a simple nod as he does his best to not bust immediately.

"You want come like this? Or do you want me to fuck you?" Your words stun him. Never having this opportunity before, he doesn't want to waste it.

"Fuck me. P-please fuck me." The tremble in his voice send a pang of pleasure down your spine before it settle in your lower stomach. Getting up from your place you the ground, you strip quickly before straddling his hips, bare pussy flush against his cock. You grind yourself back and forth slowly. His tip bumping your clit so beautifully, its hard to get yourself to stop.

Matt groans as you lift up, a soft hiss at the loss of contact before you wrap your hand around him and line him up with your entrance. You lower yourself down slowly, his hands flying to your hips. Knees shaking lightly as his tip hits the part of you that makes you see stars. The part no one else has managed to touch.

"Fuck..." You huff, "You feel so fucking good." His hands grip your hips painfully tight, not able to say a word in fear of losing the remaining bit of composure he has left. You lift yourself back onto you knees, and bounce back down, developing a steady rhythm while your nails mark his chest. You're so close, concentrating on your own high you twist and grind your hips, the little tuft of hair at his base creates beautiful friction on you clit. You feel the heat begin to engulf your body when-

"Fuck I'm coming!" His words startle you but then an idea forms.

"I didn't come." Shock covers his face as his softening dick slips out of you. His cum starting to slowly drip out of you.

"I'm- I - We-" You cut him off before he can say much more.

"Lemme ride your face." Your words shock him, leaving him blubbering more than before.

"Let me explain again. I'm going to sit on your face, you're going to use your mouth and tongue and make me come. Otherwise it wouldn't be fair, Father Murdock." he nods his head quickly, not able to form words.

You climb up his body, giving him a solid eye full of your pussy. His eyes practically the shape of hearts before you lower yourself against his mouth. He clumsily licks and sucks at your pussy before figuring out what makes you react best. He brings his fingers up to your entrance, inserting them and moving them slowly as he sucks on your clit.

"Curl your finger- OH fuck right there." He builds a steady rhythm as you rocks and grind against his face. Drunk on the taste of you, he doesn't feel himself harden again. All sense overwhelmed by you, he concentrates the best he can on making you come.

Your moans get louder, your hips lose rhythm. The burning heat swallows you whole this time as you fall headfirst into your orgasm. Thigh shaking against his head as you gush around his fingers. You feel him moan against you as you ride out your high before climbing off of him. You lay down and rest your head on his chest, waiting for your legs to stop shaking.

Shocked at what just happened. Feeling you come against his face sent him into a whole new level of euphoria. A mix of his and your cum, spread across the lower half of his face. His cum covers his stomach. He lies there, fucked out and completely spent. Eyes filled with lust and euphoria as his breathing begins to steady out.

"You didn't think we were stopping there? Did you?"

[wannabemurdock]

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Hiya Moony! Loving kinktober but when don't I love your writing? You can run very fast.

I finalllyyyyy thought of a good prompt for this and since you've already done Bucky, I'll be less predictable. What about Sirius Black giving head?

Love you heaps and so hyped for the rest of this month!

Kinktober Day 8

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18+ only

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Sirius Black + face riding

“Just get up here.” Sirius always knew what he wanted, and right now the only thing going through his head is you sitting on his face. Smothering him. Thighs shaking. Pulling at his hair. He was going crazy.

He grabs you hips, dragging you up his body as you stumble over you words “are you sure?” “What if I hurt you?” He didn’t want to hear any of it.

“Park it, Princess.” He states before pulling you against his mouth.

[wannabemurdock]

Kinktober threesum with Rick and daryl

Kinktober Day 21

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Daryl Dixon & Rick Grimes + threesome

“You gonna show Rick how good you are for me? Huh?” It’s hard to hear Daryl as you focus so intently on the man in front of you. You reposition so you’re on your hands and knee. Your face in direct line of what you want most. Daryl runs a finger along your slit.

“Such a good whore.”

[wannabemurdock]

Hiya

Hope you’re having a good day☺️Can you do Negan from the walking dead? and petition for every other day for it to be Daryl Dixon!🤣 Thank you🫧🫶🏻

Kinktober Day 10

kinktober masterlist

18+ only

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Negan Smith + thigh riding

“Can’t do it, darling? You need me? Isn’t that precious.” His hands grab your hips, guiding you back and forth along his thigh. The callouses of his hands rubbing and marking you so perfectly. You’re sure he can feel your heart through his leg as you inch closer towards your end.

“What would you do without me, darling?”

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A/n: if I could make everyday about Daryl I would 😩 god I’m so whipped for him