NyssaStarling Fan Fiction and Erotica

she/her spankophile writer

[nyssastarling]

My life is remembering seeing a typo in one of my fics like "he full sheathed his dick inside you" instead of "fully" while half asleep and then not remembering which fic it was, so I gotta spend like 3 hours searching all my fics where penetrative sex happens (hint: its all of them).

[ahhthereitis]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[nyssastarling]

PART 2 of WANT YOU SATISFIED

The second and final part of my crack fic - reader insert x daredevil and punisher

THIS IS JUST SMUTTY

And the first part/Chapter is here:

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💬 1  🔁 3  ❤️ 60 · Want You Satisfied · Summary: Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom. Matt’s

PART 2

Frank knew just how you liked it: gentle above the waist, anything but gentle below…

Your boyfriend would always caress and cup your breasts in his big hands with tenderness, kiss your neck and lips like a gentleman. But he rubbed your clit like he was trying to start a fire, smacked your ass like you were goddamned naughty, and usually he fucked you like he’d just escaped prison.

As he toyed with you, you had fleeting after-thoughts with every little moan and sound you made that Matt was listening. Matt knew if it was genuine or not.  But it was genuine.

You re-focused on savoring the exhibitionism. 

Frank tore your panties off and you caught a glimpse of Matt’s smirk in the corner of your eye. He had pulled his Daredevil mask back on. Maybe to hide his own expressions, maybe because he thought that it would make you feel more comfortable. You weren’t sure. His hand was smoothing over his own crotch as he ‘watched’ the scene unfold. His head tilted slightly, a small acknowledgment that he knew you were watching. The hand on his crotch lifted into full view before Matt peeled the glove from it. Your mouth watered as he flexed his bare fingers, articulating them in a way that made your pussy flutter.

Your eyes instinctively snapped up to Frank, and embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Frank was busy looking for something among the blankets that were haphazardly pushed aside. He complained, “I threw twenty condoms on the bed and now I can’t find a single fucking one…”

Matt handed over one of the foil-wrapped condoms like he had been waiting for Frank to ask. “Here ya go, buddy.”

“...Gee thanks, Red. Where the fuck were they?”

“On the floor.” Matt smiled matter-of-factly.

As Frank rolled on the condom, Matt couldn’t help sensing his size and hearing your heartbeat speed up at the sight of your boyfriend’s huge dick. He smelled a hint of fear coming off you, but it was paired with such sweet excitement in a way that Matt knew was normal; the mixed reactions of a woman anticipating a big dick.

Frank’s voice was a low growl as he penetrated you. “Take all of me, sweetheart. Take my dick like the little slut you are.”

“Ohh!” You cried as he filled you up with that heavenly, first thrust. All three of you gasped at the intensity.

“Fuck…” Both Frank and Matt panted.

Frank let you settle for just a few, slow thrusts. Then he got to work, pounding you with your legs up to the ceiling and your tits bouncing wildly. 

Matt’s cock twitched and he groaned. Your loud mewls and moans were driving both men insane.

You cried, “Oh YES! Oh FUCK that feels so good!”

Frank captured your mouth and you kissed him for a minute. 

When he repositioned himself upright between your thighs, he rubbed your clit while he thrust, making your back arch and your nipples harden. 

You moaned continuously, unable to hold back your voice as that euphoric pleasure between your legs climbed higher and higher.

“She gettin’ close from this, Red?” Frank asked without looking over at Matt in the chair.

You heard Matt tell him breathlessly, “Cover her mouth so I can focus on her breathing easier,”

Frank’s big palm clamped over your mouth. You whined and tried to pry it off. “I could gag her with somethin’, but she doesn't like it.”

Matt’s voice edged into a moan, “Oh, but you’re wrong, friend; she loves it. She just doesn’t want to admit it.”

You both hated and loved how he revealed your secrets. Matt wasn’t just a lie detector anymore, he was becoming more like a lubricant between you and Frank.

Frank uncovered your mouth. “That true, my little slut? You wanna be gagged?”

You blushed and looked at the wall instead of him. 

“Because you told me you didn’t.” He turned your face to look in your eyes. 

You rolled your eyes. “I lied!”

“Why would you lie about that, sweetheart?” He asked your ear teasingly. 

You bit your lip before answering. “Because I really like…pretending to not like it.”

Frank found your panties that were nearly falling off the bed with the blankets. “Well, if it’s a little consensual nonconsent that you’re after…” he stuffed your panties into your mouth. “...I can work with that.” You ‘protested’ with muffled whines as he clamped his palm over your mouth again. “Especially since I know Red will be able to tell if you need me to stop.”

Matt gave a distracted thumbs up. His other hand was still busy subtly stroking himself.

Frank resumed fucking you like he was feral for your pussy. Your moaning was muffled by the cloth stuffed in your mouth. 

You let your head loll to the side and glimpsed Matt, your audience, looking wrecked by what he was witnessing, stroking the obvious bulge in his crotch, lips slightly parted, listening carefully with his superior hearing. 

In his red lenses, you saw the reflection of you and Frank. You saw yourself getting fucked by your boyfriend and it more enticing than you could’ve ever hoped. The way Frank’s muscles flexed and worked to drive his dick into you again and again, the way your mouth was gagged… it simply delighted you

The constant rhythm of stimulation against your inner walls built into a climax that you couldn’t dream of faking. You held your breath for a moment as the orgasm crested, and then screamed into Frank’s hand as the pleasure spilt over.

“Ohhh fuck, sweetheart. That’s it.” Frank praised as he felt you squeezing him in contractions. “Good girl.”

He let go of your mouth and let you spit out your gag so you could pant for more air.

Frank smirked playfully.  “Good girl… good slut…” he praised you again as he chased his own climax with wild thrusts.

It wasn’t much longer before he came inside you. You savored the way he ground his hips against you through every last twitch of his cock.

You were boneless and fuck drunk. Brain empty. No thoughts.

After Frank pulled out and left the bed to throw out the condom, you shut your eyes in bliss and just relaxed.

In the background, the two men talked.

Your boyfriend caught his breath. “What’s the verdict, Red?”

“That made me way too hard for the walk home.”

“Red!” Frank groaned.

“I’ll be charged with public indecency.”

“Do I sound like I give a fuck about your blue balls!” Frank complained, “Tell me what she felt.”

Matt chuckled mischievously. “She felt pure bliss. Like Heaven on Earth.”

You blushed and moaned softly in agreement. 

“Yeah? No fakin’ it?” he confirmed.

“I promise you, Frank. She was definitely not faking it that time; she had a mind-blowing orgasm.”

“Good. Thanks for your help.”

Matt chuckled suavely. “Anytime.”

***

A few nights later, you came home after a stressful day and wanted nothing more than to shower and go to bed. But as you showered, you realized that you were primed to release all that stress, wanting something or someone to break open the dam for you.

Frank came over afterwards and immediately offered to eat you out. Like, he hadn’t even taken his boots off yet when he pulled you in tight and asked your ear. 

It was maybe a little suspicious, but you were not one to refuse such an offer. 

Soon after in your bedroom, Frank’s hot breath on your pussy was followed by the dangerously arousing stubble on his face, tickling your most sensitive bits. Frank kissed and sucked on your inner lips. You moaned your agreement. He slid two of his big fingers inside you and thrust them in and out like he would his cock. Your back arched slightly. “Ohh!” You moaned.

He ate you out with experience. But you knew you couldn’t come from this. At several points you got close, and it felt so tantalizingly within reach, but you couldn’t quite get there. You looked forward to having his thick cock inside you afterwards, so finally, after you encouraged him to speed up with sultry whines and moans, you pretended to orgasm.

It wasn’t like you had pre-meditated it. You just faked it with everything that wasn’t penetrative sex, because you felt that you would never get to enjoy the real thing. 

Frank wiped his mouth and kissed you. “Please don’t be mad at me, sweetheart.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Mad at you for wha-?”

Frank slid the window wide open in one strong motion. “Red? Get in here.”

Matt climbed in through the window, and straight onto your bed, dressed in his full Daredevil gear.

“What the hell!” you complained.

Matt got off the bed and lingered next to it.

“How’d that sound, Red?” Frank asked.

Matt pulled his headpiece off. He gave an amused hum. “Very interesting.”

“You had him listen!?” You hit Frank’s chest.

“‘Interesting how?” Frank ignored you for the moment.

“I wasn’t faking it!” you protested.

Frank caught your wrist before you could hit him again. “Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart.” 

Matt took a seat in the chair that had remained in your bedroom from yesterday. He smirked with that sly, cryptic expression.

“Just tell me, c’mon.”

Matt explained, “She enjoyed herself. She was close several times, but not to the point where she… embellished having a full orgasm.”

Frank gave you that look that he often gave you when he wanted to playfully take you over his knee.

“I didn’t-!”

“Don’t lie to him, honey.” Matt scolded you suavely. “You know I’ll just tell him the truth.”

Out of spite, you complained about Frank like he wasn’t right there . “Well, if he wants the truth, then fine! The truth is, it felt really good, but I’ve never cum from getting oral, from anyone.”

There was a beat as both men absorbed that. Frank looked to Matt for the lie detector readout, “That true?”

“Sad but true,” Matt confirmed.

You refused to look at either of them. Frank comforted you, “Hey, c’mere sweetheart. It’s okay. Thank you, for telling me the truth, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”

You sighed heavily as he hugged you, and after a moment, you hugged him back. Strangely, as frustrating as it was to be caught in a lie, you did feel like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Matt’s voice cut into the couple moment you were having, “I could make you cum.”

You both looked at him in disbelief.

Frank said. “Are you seriously…?”

Matt shrugged. “I could make her cum with oral. So she knows that it’s possible.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not possible, even with your super senses.”

He chuckled. “Honey, I promise you I could make you cum all over my mouth. With Frank’s permission of course.”

Frank sighed. “You want him to work his blind… devil magic on ya, sweetheart?”

“What… really?” You asked bashfully.

Frank took that as a yes, and told Matt, “Red, I’ll give you permission to eat her out just this one time only.”

“Okay, if you’re sure, I’d be glad to”

“One time only.” Frank repeated as his way of confirming. “Show me what you can do to her.”

Excitement coursed through your nerve endings as Matt knelt between your legs. “Can I…” He did the ‘come hither’ gesture with two fingers. “...finger her too?”

“Yeah. Mouth and fingers only.”

You couldn’t deny that being negotiated between these two men like a prize was making you hot. But you appreciated when Matt addressed you with a kind hand on your knee, arguably the most platonic area of your body within his reach, “Are you okay with this, honey?”

You glanced over at your boyfriend. He nodded. “It ain’t a trick, sweetheart. You can say yes if you want.”

You turned back to Matt and nodded.

“Need your consent out loud, honey.” Matt smirked.

You bit your lip. “Such a goddamn lawyer… Yes, I’m okay with this.”

“Good girl.”

That familiar dip in your stomach was followed by arousal seeping in your lower belly. He knew what he did with those words.

Matt got comfortable between your legs as he tantalized you with more dom talk, “Are you going to behave and keep your legs spread open for me?” He held your thighs apart firmly.

You gasped. “Yes, Matt.”

Matt sucked on your inner lips like he was determined to replace the sensations Frank gave you with his own. His finger slid into you. You held back your moan, but you instinctively held your legs apart even wider. 

Frank watched closely, studying what Matt was doing as best as he could. Matt worked his finger against your walls, listening to the little changes in your pulse, gaining understanding of where he could rub that increased blood flow to your pussy. He added his middle finger and you whined and trembled from the added sensation.

You had resolved yourself to try not to moan or give Matt any more encouragement than what came naturally. …But it was like Matt knew your body better than you did

Matt sensed your body shift into a deeper state of arousal, your vagina gradually lengthening, giving him access to a super soft area of your canal previously blocked by your cervix.  Like he was cracking a safe, he listened as he tried different ‘combinations’. He found the spot with his fingertips that made your heart race faster, your breath halting every so slightly when he brushed it. He smelled your pheromones getting stronger. Encouraging him.

Matt rubbed that spot inside you that made you feel an eruption of pleasure in your belly travelling down to your clit. You moaned obscenely loud and your legs twitched and trembled.  

Now you had made it very obvious to Frank that Matt was doing something right.

“Ohhh ffffuck!” Your back arched. You grasped at Matt’s head to make sure he stayed there. Matt hummed, smiling arrogantly against your pussy.

Frank gasped. “Damn Red, you found her sweet spot.” He was envious, but equally impressed. The damn sounds that Matt was pulling from your throat were sounds that he only heard when he filled you with his cock.

Matt flattened his tongue against your clit, and teased it mercilessly from side to side.

“Ohhhh fuck! OH keep going, Matt! PLEASE!”

Your back arched off the mattress. Your hands grasped at Matt’s hair tighter than you intended.  

Frank’s breath hitched in his chest at the sight of you coming undone. 

As your pleasure heightened, and you begged for orgasm, Frank’s instinct would’ve been to speed up.

But Matt didn’t. He kept that same exact, consistent speed with his fingers and tongue, no matter how much you tugged at his hair and pleaded. It was like he was determined to give you a slow burn.

You were way too far gone to hide how earth-shattering this was. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your vision blurred with tears. It was like a massive explosion of shivery heat. It was more pleasure than you think mere humans were meant to experience. 

Matt cruelly teased your oversensitive clit with his tongue as you rode out the last aftershocks of your orgasm.

You were wrecked, just a spent body spread on a mattress, when that handsome, blind fuck withdrew his mouth and fingers. With his lips and chin glistening with your slick, he asked, “Still think it’s not possible, honey?”

You just sighed in a way that was almost a scoff, because you didn’t have the energy to react further to his cocky tone.

Frank stroked your sweaty hair. “Damn, you alright, sweetheart?”

You nodded. Your mouth was dry and your body was boneless. 

“Good girl,” Frank praised.

Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ll get her some water.” He shifted off the bed and left the bedroom.

Frank kissed your temple.

“Holy fucking shit.” You panted. “Boss…I’m sorry that I…”

“Shhh what’re you sorry for? Stop it, sweetheart. I gave him permission and he satisfied you.”

You looked up at him lovingly.

“I’m just glad you’re satisfied.”

[nyssastarling]

May the 4th be with you!!!

HAVE A STAR WARS FANFIC!

Links at the end!

No sooner had Cassian shed his raincoat and put down his bag did Bix thrust herself at him. Arms around his neck, her chest pressed against his, she kissed him like he was somehow an oasis.

SAFE HOUSE

Cassian did the special knock at the door to let Bix know that it was only him. He unlocked the door to Luthen's apartment safe house and found Bix cooking dinner.

She looked up at him and smiled. Usually, her smile was terse, like a painful wince, even to the man she loved. Cassian couldn't blame her for that.

But today Bix had been feeling...thirsty. Even thirstier than teenage WIlmon had been for his first love back on Mina-Rau.

No sooner had Cassian shed his raincoat and put down his bag did Bix thrust herself at him. Arms around his neck, her chest pressed against his, she kissed him like he was somehow an oasis.

Cassian overcame his surprise quickly. She had been like this a few times in the last year, even with all of her trauma and grief. It was a result of these long weeks between missions when they tried to relax in this safe house.

Relaxing was no longer an option for the two rebel spies at war. It was more like waiting, a pregnant pause, a tension.

And sometimes that extreme tension, coupled with their genuine love for each other, boiled over into something steamy. They found an outlet: each other's bodies.

Sometimes, for Bix especially, sex was a place to put the anxiety.

She finally let Cassian take a breath. He chuckled. "I was only gone for an hour..."

"It was a really long hour," Bix teased.

"I got the Nerfsteak seasoning you needed... for dinner." Cassian tried to reach for his bag, but Bix held his hands.

"Dinner can wait." Bix hurried over to the oven to turn it off.

Cassian couldn't help ogling her pert, round ass as she turned and bent down slightly to press the off button. "Of course. Whatever you want, my love."

Bix smiled at him and playfully took his hands again. She led him to their bedroom where the gray quilts on the bed remained messily unmade.

Cassian naturally took the lead from there. He didn't consider himself a pure 'top', but that was how his encounters with Bix often played out throughout their on and off again relationship.

He kissed her and backed her against the bed at the same time.

Although Bix could kiss him forever, she started to feel anxious without being able to identify why yet. Her arousal was suddenly tempered.

"You okay?" Cassian asked.

"Yeah!" Bix nodded and smiled convincingly.

Cassian continued to lead the foreplay by slowly stripping off both of their clothes.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

Bix was worryingly silent. She crossed her arms over her breasts without realizing it. And Cassian noticed the little movement in her neck as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

He stroked her face. "Hey, you don't have to hide. I like what I see."

Bix exhaled a breath she had been holding. She finally looked at him again. "I like what I see too."

Cassian hovered over her, caging in her body against the bed. He kissed her neck and inhaled the scent of her hair.. Bix used to love that, but now she was triggered.

"Cass...Don't..." She tapped his chest like a wrestler signalling to her opponent that she wanted out.

He got off of her immediately and moved to her side. "What's wrong?"

"I know I-I...I wanted it, but..." Bix couldn't explain, because the lump in her throat was too much, and her eyes were about to spill tears, and her face felt numb.

But she didn't need to explain, because she and Cassian had talked about all the bad memories before. First it was the horrors when she was captured by Dedra and Doctor Gorst...and now it was that evil Lieutenant on Mina-Rau that haunted her.

She had bravely voiced her feelings to Cassian, after they were in the safehouse for a while, about the sense of panic that she sometimes got when he initiated sexual acts.

"It's okay, Bix, my love. It's okay. Do you want to stop? Do you want to do something else?"

She chewed her lip for a moment. "I don't know. I don't know what I want!" she sputtered in frustration.

He offered in a comforting voice, "Maybe we could try things differently, hm?"

She looked at him questioningly.

"Here..." Cassian shifted onto his back. He put his hands up in a 'surrender' gesture against the mattress, making himself look completely vulnerable. "You have all the control."

Bix's lip quivered. Now she was overcome with a bittersweet adoration of Cassian for being so understanding.

Cassian coaxed her, "You can take whatever you want from me. Okay? And I won't do anything, unless you tell me to do something."

Bix squeaked, "Really?"

At a glacial pace, Cassian lifted his hand to wipe a tear that escaped her eye. "I promise. I won't even thrust, unless you tell me to."

Bix gradually warmed up to the idea.

"You have all the control," he repeated.

Cassian was perfectly still as he waited, like he might as well have been chained to the bed. He didn't move his wrists from their invisible restraints, not even when she decided to straddle him and rub her soft pussy against his cock.

Cassian felt her entrance weeping all that pent up arousal when her lips parted against his tip. He moaned softly.

She eased his hard cock inside her with no assistance from him. No movement. He stayed still and let her ride his cock for her own pleasure.

Soon the bedroom was filled with a haphazard rhythm of their labored breaths and skin slapping skin.

And of course, in those ecstatic moments of pleasure, he wanted to thrust. Maker how he wanted to thrust. But Cassian stayed true to his word and just laid there to be taken at the pace that she set.

Oh how it edged him. He never realized how much he would enjoy being used like her sex toy. The way that she bounced on his cock and he could only lie there, helpless to reciprocate, just savoring what he was given.

Bix slowed to hold his jaw in her hand. "I want you to suck on my tits now."

Cassian moaned and nodded, but he didn't crane upward to capture her nipple in his mouth. Instead, he waited eagerly for her to offer it right to his lips. She moaned loudly as soon as he started a gentle suction. He felt her pussy clench even tighter on his shaft, causing him to groan into her breast. Bix rubbed her clit as he sucked and licked at her sensitive bud. She orgasmed in a shuddering wave, faster than either of them anticipated.

"Ohh!" She withdrew her breast and rode the aftershock of her orgasm quite literally, with some slow rocking motions on his cock.

"Stars, you're so beautiful." Cassian breathed.

Bix was already grinding down on his cock in a steady rhythm again. "You may thrust now." She smirked playfully. "As long as you match my pace."

"Of course, my love."

It was a sweet torture, having to stay in control. He would normally chase his own climax with faster thrusts, but this time he had to focus on matching her speed. He had to hold back.

But that made the build up to his orgasm more powerful than ever. And when he finally felt that tantalizing release on the precipice, he begged, "Please, my sweet... please let me cum inside you..."

"Go ahead, handsome, you may."

He gripped the blankets at his sides in tight fists to stop himself from grabbing her hips as he came, harder than he had ever cum in recent memory.

They both caught their breath for a moment, with Bix resting on top of him.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked.

"Yes. Much better," she sighed dreamily. "Thank you."

"You're very sexy when you're in control."

They shared a smile with their faces mere inches apart. "You're very sexy when you're following my orders."

He chuckled. "We'll have to do it like that more often then."

Bix nodded appreciatively.

After dinner, the couple showered and went to bed, hoping to defeat insomnia for a few hours at least. The pattering of rain lulled them to sleep.

Sometimes, they both liked it when it rained hard enough to obscure the view out the windows. It made it easier to ignore the city and pretend that they were content to live in this box forever. But in reality, they knew it was just a temporary safe house.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84240006

When Bix is sexually frustrated, with her past trauma blocking the way to release, Cassian is an excellent partner and learns to satisfy her

Thank you for reading!

[castledevil]

DEX + MATT

Daredevil: Born Again (2025) 02x05 "The Grand Design"

[nyssastarling]

Life life-ing

WTF is with all these stupid interruptions! All I want to do is write absurdly horny nonsense about daredevil and punisher and bullseye for the next approx. (3) years and instead I keep getting interrupted to do things like eat and sleep and I guess I have to go to work and pay all my bills or whatever????? This bullshit needs to stop.

[murkymurdock]

No one talking about how Charlie Cox has the brat tamer voice down pat...his condescending and intimidating voice for Matt is so 🤤

[zsuo]

fav shots of bullseye in dd:ba ep 4

[joelsknees]

[nyssastarling]

Want You Satisfied - Part 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1621623066-want-you-satisfied-part-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NyssaStarling Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom.

[cinnamontoastcrunchenthusiast]

“oh shit, he has a gun”

Benjamin Poindexter really coming for that Oscar next year

[nyssastarling]

Want You Satisfied

Summary:

Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom.

Matt’s beautiful, blind eyes saw nothing. But that didn’t mean that he saw nothing; you had no doubt that he could sense the heat on all your exposed skin and “see”  how near-naked you were. But then again, if Frank didn’t care, then… did you really care? 

No I don't know where this is going but I like the idea of Frank Castle sharing his gf with Matt Murdock so here's a thing I started:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82704296

Summary:

Frank uses his friend Matt's abilities to ensure your satisfaction in the bedroom.

Chapter 1

You heard the door to your apartment open and the sound of Frank Castle’s heavy boots. You were waiting for him in bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone to pass the time. But then you heard a second pair of boots… and another man’s voice. That made you pause and listen. Was that his friend Matt’s voice?

You flipped around to face the bedroom door just as Frank came through it. He was carrying a chair from the kitchen and he set it down against the wall.

Matt Murdock followed him into the room. He was wearing his full daredevil armor, minus the headpiece, which he must’ve just taken off when he entered your apartment. 

“What the hell is going on?” You made a lame attempt to cover yourself, since you were only wearing skimpy lingerie.

Your boyfriend, Frank, was unhelpfully cryptic, “You’ll know soon enough, sweetheart.”

“Wha- you were supposed to go get condoms, not your friend!?”

Matt just snickered.

Frank took a bunch of condoms out of his back pocket and tossed them on the bed next to you. “Call it two birds. One stone.”

He left the bedroom before you got a chance to question him again.

Matt’s beautiful, blind eyes saw nothing. But that didn’t mean that he saw nothing; you had no doubt that he could sense the heat on all your exposed skin and “see”  how near-naked you were. But then again, if Frank didn’t care, then… did you really care? 

You looked at Matt incredulously. “What the fuck is this? What is he doing?”

Matt shrugged, and it was just a bit too performative. “I have no idea.”

“Bullshit.”

Matt grinned in that sly way, basically a full admission that yes, that was bullshit.

Frank returned with another chair and set it down in the middle of the bedroom, at the foot of the bed.

“Frank, what are you-”

Your boyfriend pulled you out of bed, and sat you down in that chair, despite some of your half-assed resistance.

Matt, as if expecting this, sat in the first chair directly across from you.

“Okay, now this feels like a fucking intervention...” you complained.

Matt asked curiously, “What did you think it was originally?”

“Uh…honestly? My best guess was that you won a bet and wanted to make Frank a cuck.”

Matt laughed out loud at that.

Frank placed his hands on your shoulders. “Very funny, sweetheart. But you do want him, don’t you? Admit it.”

You felt heat rising to your face. The topic of Matt’s allure came up somewhat frequently between you two. Frank wasn’t jealous when it came to his friend ‘Red’, but he seemed to enjoy getting you all shy and worked up about admitting your attraction to the other vigilante.

You blushed. “...What the fuck is this?!” 

“This is my friend Red helping me ask you some questions.”

You looked at each of them, beyond puzzled. “Boss…” You captured Frank’s full attention with the term that you used for him in dom/sub contexts. ‘Boss’ was the only one that didn’t trigger anything from his past. “You don’t need your friend to ask me anything you want.” You tried to get up from the chair, but Frank easily pushed you back down.

“Ah-ah. Sit here. And look at Red for me, sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms poutily.

“Y/N…” Matt began like he was about to ask you a serious question in court.

“Matt…”

“Have you ever faked your orgasm with Frank?”

“....THAT’S what this is?”

“Answer him, sweetheart,” Frank commanded.

“This is fucking stupid. You realize how stupid this is?” Your skin was too hot. You knew that if you answered, Matt would listen to your heartbeat and discern if you were lying. You didn’t think you had ever faked it with Frank… even the first time with him was amazing. It was all amazing. But there were maybe times when you were tired or too deep in your head… fuck… you could vaguely recall a few of those times.

Frank complained, “Don’t try to beat around the bush.”

Matt waited patiently.

Aware that not answering was basically answering in the negative, you decided to just go for it. You scoffed.  “No. Of course not.”

Matt’s handsome smile was cryptic for a moment.  “You might be onto something, Frank; she’s lying.”

“I knew it!”

“What!?” you shouted at the same time. “No, I’m not- fuck you, Mattie! Boss, do you really believe him over me?”

“Sweetheart… baby, much as I want to take your word, you know Red can tell when people are lyin’.”

“Yeah, and how do we tell if Matt is lying?” You tried to deflect.

Matt just chuckled.

Frank reassured you, or tried to anyway. “I promise I’m not upset, sweetheart. I just want you satisfied.”

“I am satisfied,” you complained.

Frank glanced over at Matt for the ‘lie detector’ read out. 

You threw your hands up. “Really!”

Matt gave an intrigued little head tilt and said, “Hm. She told you the truth that time.”

Frank celebrated, “Oh thank fuck!”

“See!” you insisted, “Can we stop this weird interrogation now?” You tried to get up, but your boyfriend held you in place yet again.

He rubbed your shoulders while you pouted. “Relax. Just be a good girl and answer a few more questions.”

Matt asked, “How often do you fake an orgasm with him?”

“Never!”

“Honey, we already established that you’re lying about that,” Matt chided suavely. 

“Fuck. You.”

Frank scolded, “Watch your mouth, naughty girl, or I’ll have to stuff somethin’ in it.”

“Good! I’d much rather gag on your cock than have to answer these stupid questions.”

Matt chuckled. “She truthfully means that.”

“My little slut is always happy to get her mouth fucked,” Frank teased. 

You felt a dip in your stomach and your pussy clench at that talk. By Matt’s playful grin, you could tell that he could sense those internal clues of arousal.

“Y/N, your boyfriend obviously turns you on, so you have nothing to hide. Just tell me, how often do you fake it?”

You felt Frank’s eyes on you as you looked down at your lap. “Ugh, almost… never!”

“Is it true that you made a promise to Mr. Castle that you would never fake it?”

That one hit you like a sucker punch in the throat, so you stalled, “‘Mr. Castle? What are you gonna call him next? Your ‘client’?”

Matt smirked. “You’re clearly avoiding the question, Miss.”

You sighed exasperatedly. “Yes, I promised him I would never fake it.”

“And you broke this promise, yes?”

You squirmed in your chair. “No! Look, I’ve never faked it with him, okay? Maybe just a few times I… embellished the height of the pleasure a little, but that’s not the same thing.”

At that point, Frank interjected, “I wanna tell the difference, Red.”

Matt just cocked his head curiously.

“I wanna learn the difference between the real deal and the ‘embellishing’,” he explained as he gave you a teasing look.

“Well, I’m sorry old friend, but without my senses you’re unlikely to learn the difference if she’s unwilling to show you. Women can be very talented at faking orgasm, isn’t that right, honey?”

“Ugh, eat a dick, Matthew.”

Matt continued, “It’s not just the vocal acting, no, that part was easy to learn. There’s also the twitching, mastering the subtlety of it, so that it’s not comically overdone…”

Your heart raced.

“...and I’ll bet that she can even clench her pussy on your cock or your fingers voluntarily, in tight little contractions, to imitate the peak of her orgasm.”

You chewed your lip almost shamefully.

“Have you ever done any of that with me, naughty girl?” Your boyfriend asked you.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Your non-answer is basically an answer, honey,” Matt teased.

“...No,” you answered.

“Lie,” Matt countered simply.

“Damn it!” Frank complained. “Red. Help me out.”

“Uh, how exactly?” Matt asked with a little mischief in his tone.

“Listen to her while I fuck her brains out and tell me if it’s the real deal or not.” Frank was already manhandling you onto the bed and yanking off his shirt.

Matt shrugged. “Okay.”

You were gobsmacked at his easy agreement. “Wait- We’re doing it with Matt watching!?”

“He’s blind, sweetheart. He can’t watch shit.”

Matt chuckled. “Fuck you, asshole.”

You rolled your eyes. “With Matt… hearing?!”

Matt said, “Don’t act like you’re not turned on by it, honey. I can tell you are.”

“Shut the fuck u-!”

Frank cut you off with an eager kiss. He leaned you back flat on the bed.

You moaned.

“This attitude of yours lately…” Frank bent your leg up so he could give your ass a hard smack.

“Oh!” you gasped.

“...makes me think you need to get fucked into the mattress.”

“Ohh yes!” His smack had sent you to a submissive bliss, dying to be used like a fuck toy, and you didn't give a fuck about Matt being right there anymore.

“Yeah? This what you need?” Frank pressed the growing bulge in his pants against your mound so you could feel how hard he was.

“Oh please! I need the big, bad Punisher to fuck me!”

[solarsthoughts]

genuinely what is the point of using ai? do you not enjoy the process of writing? isn’t it supposed to be a hobby/passion? do you not want to feel that pride when you’re done with a chapter and be able to tell yourself “wow, i really wrote that, didn’t i?”?

genuinely, why? where’s the fun in using ai to write?

[daddysdecayingdoll]

going absolutely apeshit rn holy fat cock

[pedrohub]

PEDRO PASCAL as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US | When You're Lost in the Darkness

[nyssastarling]

She Tricks and She Treats - Black Cat/Mary Jane Watson/Spider-man Halloween fanfic!

*this is also a sequel to my other Spidey fic but it can be read on it's own. Link at the end!*

Part One

Peter was honest but vague with MJ about his last “adventures” with Felicia, aka the Black Cat. Which was pretty typical for Peter whenever he described the master thief. 

A few months had gone by since MJ and Peter reconciled and officially got back together. 

MJ pretended it was all fine. She had reassured Peter a hundred times: “We were on a break, you were allowed to see other people.” “Pete, it’s okay, we’re all adults”.  “I dated other people too, so don’t feel bad.”

She had no one to properly blame. And on the outside, everything was fine. But the truth was, she was still livid. So when she came across a potential story for her news broadcast that she suspected just might involve Black Cat… she pounced on it with her own sort of feline tenacity. 

On her news channel, MJ reported to her live audience through her laptop, “The heist itself was unsuccessful. Spider-man stopped the tracksuit mafia before they were able to crack the safe. None of the hostages were harmed. The tracksuits deny working under Kingpin or the Maggia. But the police are speculating that there was some influence further up in this criminal hierarchy, because, although no money was stolen, a data drive from the internal bank records was breached.” 

She continued, “The bank manager states that this would only be possible if the hacker was present in the bank during the heist. It seems that further questioning of the tracksuit mafia might be the police’s answer to solving this data theft. But Captain Yuri Watanabe has a different hunch. She believes that the culprit could be the infamous Black Cat.”

MJ paused for a split-second, unintentionally breaking the rhythm of the newscast slightly. “Black Cat- Sightings of Black Cat have been so scarce in the past year, that some police forces are saying that she may not even be operating in the city anymore. But Captain Watanabe begs to differ. She told the Daily Bugle, quote, ‘This is her M.O. Have some low-level criminals break into a place loudly and obviously so she can get in and out while the police are busy busting them. The only thing missing this time was a note for Spider-man’ unquote.”

MJ squeezed the crumpled note in her hand. “That’s it from the Daily Bugle-” she concluded with her sign off.

She crumbled and reopened the note in her hand several times before looking at it again. It was the note she found in the bank before anyone else did. While Peter was webbing up the robbers, she was sneaking around the bank trying to catch the Cat. Against her better judgement, she decided to keep the note hidden from the police, and from Peter. 

The note had a little drawing of a cat watching a spider, the spider was wearing a ball and chain on one of its eight legs. It read: “Say hi to your girlfriend for me Spidey”.

***

It took a week of innovation and secretly borrowing Peter’s algorithms, but MJ finally did it. She created the ultimate lure for Black Cat by faking an RFID signal that would tell her radio transmitters that there was significant loot to steal at a penthouse in Tribeca. And MJ was going to be waiting there to confront the master thief.

In reality, the penthouse was owned by a contact of MJ’s who traveled to Australia for half the year. MJ was staying there for the weekend anyway as a back-up cat sitter just until the regular one returned. It was easy to keep her plan from Peter.

“I’m so jealous that you get to stay in a penthouse this weekend!” 

Jealousy. Yes, apparently that would be the theme of the weekend. MJ second-guessed her intentions for a moment. She just had to get answers. Then maybe she could move past this.

“I’ll send you a picture of the hot tub just to make you even more jealous,” she teased.

Peter kissed her goodbye. “Mm a picture of you enjoying the hot tub would be nicer to me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

The police scanner interrupted as usual. 

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

***

As soon as MJ was settled into the penthouse, she signaled the fake purchase of a sculpture that was worth a cool million. The tracking signal would even show when the sculpture would be fake delivered, and MJ looped fake home video surveillance of the penthouse to hide her presence.

Now she waited.

On the second night, MJ turned out all the lights and went to bed. She pretended to sleep, but every ten minutes she used one of Peter’s old spidey lenses to scan for heat signatures. She knew that Black Cat had an invisibility suit, and that Peter didn’t know if it hid her heat signature or not. His own ‘invisi-spider’ suit didn’t hide it, but Black Cat could be a step ahead of him.

Black Cat’s fully invisible form arrived in the doorway. Quiet as a cat, sneaky as a spider. 

MJ sat up, feeling eerily like she was being watched. The scanner didn’t alert her to the thief’s presence, the cat did. The real cat that is, that she was there to cat-sit.

The fur ball had been curled up by MJ’s side, when he suddenly jumped off the bed with urgency and sniffed at the open space. MJ watched as the cat happily nuzzled the air and lifted his butt up repeatedly as if someone was stroking him.

It dawned on her all at once, and she scrambled out of bed. The cat ran off to another room.

“...Felicia?” MJ asked the empty space.

Felicia re-materialized in front of her. 

MJ gasped.

“Not the first time I’ve been outed by another curious cat.”

MJ took in the sight of her curvaceous form, her feminine hour-glass figure, and her pretty green eyes behind her cat-like mask. “The sculpture isn’t here. It never was.”

Black Cat didn’t seem too surprised. “Hm… so it was all a trap for me then?” She sauntered over to the light switch and flipped the lights on. MJ swore that she made a point of turning away from her just to give her a view of her perky, round butt, accentuated so gorgeously by her tight suit.

“I needed to get you alone.”

MJ both loved and hated how this woman’s voice was always seductive by default. “Well, now you have me here, Miss Mary Jane. I’m impressed. Not many people in the world can trick me. And by the looks of you, I’d say that you’re ready to serve some revenge.”

“I just want to ask you something,” MJ said with measured control over her anger.

“Oh?” Black Cat tilted her head coyly.

“I need to know. What is it about you that makes you so tempting to Peter?”

She giggled and purred, “What did that handsome hero tell you?”

“Almost nothing,” MJ complained.

“Aw, poor little ginger girlfriend, still so out of touch with her man.”

“I’m not-!” MJ balled up her fists and then calmed herself. “He is a good man. A man who always does the right thing without hesitation. I mean, just the thought of cheating sends him into a spiral of guilt. I know he’d never mean to hurt me. For him to have any sort of relationship with a criminal like you is… What is it about you and only you that makes him give in?”

Felicia smirked. “I don’t know that I can answer your question in so many words, Miss Mary Jane. It’s just the kind of thing that I can only show you.” She invaded her personal space to test the waters. “If that’s on the table, of course.”

MJ didn’t back away. This encounter had taken a surprising turn, but MJ realized how she had been staring. She assumed that every time she caught herself ogling Felicia’s body that she must just be in ‘comparison’ mode and being super jealous.

But as Felicia leaned closer and brushed her thumb softly under her chin, her cherry blossom perfume was intoxicating, and MJ felt eager to close the space between them. There wasn’t just envy when MJ took in the sight of her voluptuous curves, there was also lust.

She kissed Felicia before she could overthink it. The kiss progressed into a long make out session, until MJ pulled away.

“Oh my god- I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t cheat on Peter.”

Felicia agreed, “Of course not, no. Not when he’s been sooo good to you over the years, never once flirting with me or lying to you about working with me, even when you were officially together.”

“I know what you’re doing, okay? Stop it.”

“I’m sure our sweet, dear Spidey wouldn’t blame you for one little night with the same woman he was so tempted by himself, as you put it.”

“He’s not our Spidey,” MJ bit back.

Felicia caressed MJ’s sidebangs behind her ear. “Is there really any harm in sharing?”

MJ was silent as she actually let that idea cross her mind for the first time.

“Think about it. We could finally drop the secrets and jealousy. The three of us could just have fun together.”

MJ had to admit that she enjoyed how Felicia was a few inches taller than her. It put her eye line closer to her pillowy cleavage on display. She couldn’t help getting distracted as she tried to piece together her decision.

There was something about Felicia’s body that made her just want to grab and get all handsy. 

“Ugh. Screw it.” MJ kissed Felicia and cupped her breasts. 

Felicia purred her agreement.

They ran their hands all over each other as they kissed, breaking apart only to lift MJ’s T-shirt off.

MJ tried to find a zipper on Felicia’s cat suit and hesitated adorably when she couldn’t. Felicia hummed with amusement, “It’s kind of like a complicated bra. Not easy for someone else to take off.” She showed MJ how the zipper was on the inside as she peeled the suit off.

“That makes sense…” MJ mused as she drank in the sight of her in only a thong now. 

Felicia hooked her fingers into MJ’s tiny sleep shorts and pulled them down. Then she backed MJ onto the bed. She stayed on top of the red-head, planting languid kisses from her neck, to her breasts, to her abs.

MJ gave quiet gasps and purrs of appreciation.

Felicia ghosted her finger on MJ’s mound over her panties. “I can tell how soaked these are already.”

MJ gave a soft moan. “Then… maybe you should take them off.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Felicia pulled her panties down with her teeth, letting MJ feel her hot breath on her sensitive pussy lips as she did. She took her time, being entirely tantalizing in everything that she did.

MJ almost couldn’t stand the build up. “Mmm, inside me! Please!”

Felicia smirked. “You want my fingers that bad, huh?” She finally indulged her after stroking her clit in tight circles a few times. MJ moaned pleasantly as Felicia pushed two fingers inside her.

She curled her fingers up with practice and drove MJ wild with the constant friction on her inner walls.

“Oh my god that’s so good! -so good!” MJ panted and twitched.

“Mm you’re so pretty, Miss Mary Jane,” Felicia cooed. “You’re so lucky you have such pretty, natural red hair, even down here. I’m jealous.”

In her current state, MJ could hardly process this. Black Cat was jealous of… her?! She had something (other than Peter) that Black Cat envied?  

Felicia rubbed against that special spot inside her, and MJ lost that train of thought. She trembled and cried out. Her first orgasm of the night came easy, like it was being held back by a flimsy wall this whole time.

A few hours later, MJ and Felicia were naked in the hot tub enjoying ice cold drinks and the afterglow of sex.

MJ quickly dismissed any idea of turning Felicia in to the police. She knew it wasn’t possible. Plus, she wanted Felicia to stay in her company as long as possible rather than escape in a flash.

Felicia put her arm around MJ and fed her a sip of her drink. They playfully locked arms and drank each others’ drinks with a shared giggle afterwards.

“I love a nice sour appletini around Halloween,” Felicia enthused.

MJ suddenly gasped. “Oh my god. I have an idea for how we can surprise the spandex off of Peter…”

Part Two

As MJ was rushing to get ready for a meeting with her boss, she asked, “Hey Pete? You still awake over there?”

Peter groaned and shifted in bed. “Yeah.”

“There’s a Halloween party I really wanna go to, on actual Halloween night.”

He asked, “What’s the story?”

MJ paused for a moment before she realized what he meant. He thought she had a lead to follow at this party for the news. He must be viewing her as a workaholic lately…not that he could really talk with the way he was constantly fighting crime.

“No story, no leads. I mean, just for fun. Like we should both go to the party and have fun.”

“Oh!” Peter turned over. “Yeah, okay. But Halloween night is always pretty dicey with crime... Is there something we can go to the weekend after maybe?”

MJ finished touching up her eyeliner and turned to him. “I already asked Miles if he could patrol the city that night. He agreed.”

Peter stared at her. “Wow… This seems really important to you.”

“It is. It’s going to be fun, Pete. Remember fun?”

“Vaguely…” Peter joked.

MJ grabbed her keys and her bag.

“All right, well… What should I wear to it?”

“Your costume, silly,” she teased just before kissing him goodbye. “Just think of it as a night you get to be yourself.”

“Right… among all my other…spidey selves.”

Not thirty seconds after MJ left, the police scanner went off, alerting Spider-man to a crime nearby. 

“Ugh…” He pulled on his Spider suit. “Crime may never sleep, but I’d like to sometimes…”

***

On Halloween, MJ insisted that Peter sleep in and enjoy a day off before the party. He decided to listen to her, but he couldn’t help checking in with Miles every few hours to make sure he was okay fighting crime on his own.

On the last call, Miles didn’t even greet him: “Dude, I’ve handled the city when it was way worse 

than this! I promise I’ll call you if I need you, but you gotta relax! Okay?”

“Okay, sorry, sorry, I’m crossing into overbearing aren’t I. I trust you. But if you need me for anything-”

“I’ll call!” Miles finished for him. “Promise!” He hung up.

Then Peter got a text from MJ: ‘running late with work stuff, just go to the party and I’ll meet you there’

“Um… okay.” He looked at the black and red version of his spider-suit, the one that Felicia gave him. “Guess I’ll get in costume and go.”

***

The Halloween party was being thrown at a bar venue. Spider-man showed up and walked around the dancing people aimlessly. What he hadn’t expected though was that this bar definitely had a kink theme. There were a few bondage shows happening on some small stages throughout the place. Peter also caught that on the drink menu, there was also a ‘get spanked’ menu.

 “Pete?” Spider-man heard MJ’s familiar voice. He turned around.

It was MJ, but she was dressed very convincingly like Black Cat

Spider-man’s eye lenses widened comically. “....MJ!?”

“Hey, Spidey.”

“Y-you, y-you’re…” he studied every detail of her costume, from the skin-tight suit, to the claws, to the mask, and then her white hair. It didn’t even look like a wig. 

“...being the Black Cat for Halloween, yes.”

“Is this like… a trick?! Am I supposed to be mad? Or are you mad at me? I’m so confused right now.”

“It’s not a trick Spidey, It’s a treat. Well, I guess it’s sort of both,” she giggled. “Come on, we have a VIP room.”

Spider-man was stunned as MJ grabbed his arm and pulled him through the crowd. “We have… what?! Did you dye your hair? How did you get a Black Cat costume that looks so…real?” The more he ogled her costume the more two things happened: 

A: He felt a guilty pleasure 

and 

B: He recognized the costume as being genuine.

MJ led him into the VIP room that they rented out. 

And there was Felicia, dressed as MJ. 

The look was complete with MJ’s side bangs and brown leather jacket. Just as MJ was wearing Felicia’s real catsuit, it looked like Felicia was simply wearing MJ’s real clothes, and had dyed her hair the exact shade of MJ’s natural autumn red.

“Felicia?!”

“Hey there, Spidey.”

“What is happening!” his voice almost cracked.

MJ took his hands. “Pete, I really hope you’re not mad,  but I sort of…connected… with Felicia on my own.”

Peter tried to breathe.

“Are you mad? We can talk about it, and if you’d rather we stopped, then we’ll stop.”

“I’m… I’m shocked!”

“We can tell, Spider,” Felicia teased.

“We wanted to surprise you with this to see if maybe you’d like the idea of the three of us…”

“I guess I um…” Spider-man tried to formulate a response. “If it was anyone else I’d be upset, but uh… I get how hard- difficult!- it is to resist Felicia. So if we both fell for her then…”

“Then…? Maybe we could have some fun?” MJ suggested.

“You’re one hundred percent telling me this isn’t a trap, right? I-I feel guilty for wanting this.”

MJ laughed, “I promise you, Pete, I wouldn’t dress up as Felicia for Halloween and bring you here if I wasn’t okay with this.”

Felicia stalked closer and held Peter’s face. “Aw, poor spidey is so cautious. Don’t worry, we won’t play too rough with you.”

“We do wanna spank your butt though,” MJ told him, “If you’re game.”

The reveal of the two women with their swapped identities was so surprising in itself, that Spider-man only now noticed the bondage bench in the room. He was so glad that his spidey mask hid his blushing face.

“He wants it,” Felicia answered for him, because she was ogling his growing erection within his spandex.

“Then let’s strap him down.” MJ smiled wide, reminding him of Felicia when she had one of her ‘clever cat’ moments.

“Uh…! Well…If it helps with the guilt…!” Spider-man adorably consented.

*to be continued!*

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.