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This is from a new one-shot I'm working on, and I believe it needs a mood board, and I like it. I like the concept of wife!reader who has been taking care of ANVIL while Billy is in the hospital after his accident. It's just so gooood, ugh!
okay i’m sorry if this is weird but i just read your steve harrington morning sex fic and i was wondering if you could write something (fluffy or smutty, idc) where like maybe this is a newISH relationship so some things are still untalked about, and he goes to fuck her but she started her period and there’s blood and she’s embarrassed? sorry if that’s weird
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18! bf!Steve Harrington trying to have sex with you while on your period
You never thought you would end up dating THE Steve Harrington.
Every girl in Hawkins High wanted the handsome, athletic, and rich parents. dream boy, right? Well, the thing is that somehow you ended up dating him. It was nice, and it was all of a sudden, after a few dates and glances between hallways, Steve asked you out, and he ended up being your boyfriend. You absolutely said yes, but things were still new. Some subjects were still untalked, and it was fine with you, until it wasn't.
One night, when your parents weren't at home because they left to visit your aunt from Kentucky, so they would be away for a while, and what did Steve do? he saw an entry. Your parents weren't at home, you were alone, it was Friday night? It was a perfect date night to spend with his girlfriend, and nothing was wrong with it. Or that's what Steve thought at the start.
He came by surprise; he simply thought, why not? He knocked on the door, and you were delighted, of course, seeing Steve at your entry with some snacks, even some clothes, because he was staying the night. It was the perfect night, right?... Right?
Everything went well until he wanted to take you to the bed…to have sex. Boy, you had sex before, not like sex, sex, but you weren't inexperienced. The problem came the moment Steve had you on your back, grinding into you, and you felt his hard buldge into you while he was making out with you, the moment starting to be heated, and suddenly you remembered you were on your period. You couldn't possibly do this today, not now. You and Steve didn't even have sex before! I mean, this was a problem for a tenth time sex, not the first.
You had to push away from the kiss, and Steve totally noticed how you tensed, so obviously, he got concerned. “Hey, hey, what's wrong?” He changed his whole demeanor, and instead of being all aroused, he was all worried now. Now, how did you tell Steve, your newish boyfriend, that you were on your period and couldn't have sex with him? This was a little… embarrassing.
“I just…I can’t tonight, Steve.” You said, embarrassed. This was supposed to be something easy to talk to him. Steve had your trust, so why was it so hard to tell him something so natural about life itself? Steve, for a moment look so confused and somewhere behind his eyes, hurt. “Its not that you did something wrong, it's just… I'm on my period, ok?”
You didn't know the reaction you were gonna get, but then you saw him relax, and you could feel his demeanor get soft. And he just said, “Oh.”
“Oh? oh as in ‘Oh, alright’, or ‘Oh, how disgusting’?” You questioned him, confused.
“Oh, as in ‘I thought I was making you uncomfortable and you were gonna kick me out’ oh” He said to you, moving closer again and pulling you by the hips, now knowing there wasn't something wrong.
You look away, feeling now more relax of this whole situation. “Oh,” you really couldn't ask for more of a perfect boyfriend, really. “Steve, you…you did nothing wrong really.”
“Do you want us to stop? we can totally–”
“No, no, I don't want to stop.” You stop him all of a sudden, pulling even closer.
“You sure? We can totally just cuddle and watch a movie, something simple.”
“Babe..you..you don't want to have sex with me as this do you?” Now you felt totally embarrassed by this. But in a swift moment, Steve pulls you in, kissing you as if he hadn't for a long time. pulling you by the waist and holding the nape of your head, making you angle your head, making his tongue get between your lips. Both of you groan and moan at it.
Before you knew it, Steve had you pinned over the mattress, pounding into you as if he hadn't had you for a week—which he did—one hand in your hip, helping you with the angle, and the other one holding himself to not hurt you. He was all groans and whimpers while you held yourself from his bicep and back, making crescent moons over his shoulder blades with your nails. You could feel the heat building so fast in your lower belly. Your moans were starting to become whimpers.
“Shit–Steve…arrgh, i-i im gonna–” Before you knew it, your vision got white blanck and seeing stars for so much pleasure he was giving your already needy and puffy clit with his pelvis every time he entered you. He didn't care about the mess. In fact, he loves that. And he would have sex with you like this if you let him. because he wouldn't admit it, but you feel so much better on your period.
Hii, I know I disappeared, but I'm back i promise. Work has been so hard that i dont even have time to write but im trying to keep going and write at least a little just to have something advanced. This request came soooo long ago, so thank you for waiting. also i feel this was a bit lacy, but i tried my best. I missed writing old, good Steve. I miss my pretty boy every day. I want to bite him!
For example, me being the older sister of dustin henderson and his friend steve harrington going over to my window because he can't have dustin find out we are craking it tonigth 😖
PAIRING: perv!Matt Murdock x Nun!reader
SUMMARY: "I want to sin every time I am with her." Matt has always been a devout and faithful individual, adhering to his moral principles. But when he met the new nun from his church, he had been the most sinful he had been in his life, thinking of you in his bed.
TAGS: 18+ CONTENT | smut, masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, nipple licking, nipple play, PinV, unprotected sex, oral sex(m!receiving), creampie, breeding kink, Somnophilia(kinda?), degradation play, Wet dreams, sacrilegious behavior, praise, porn with plot, POV Matt.
W.C: 5.4K
AUTHOR'S NOTE: IMPORTANT. The text in italics is Matt's flashbacks or imagination of you, to clarify, since even I couldn't see the difference. So, if you notice a slight bend in the text between lines, it's because of that. Besides that, Enjoy!!
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Matt has been into his religion since he can remember. Since he was a child, he would confess his sins, and his morals were constructed into his faith. He would have never believed this would happen to him, that he would be lying on his bed very early in the morning, stroking his cock because of the new nun who was serving in Clinton Church.
Matt had gone to the Church just like he always did. He sits there for a while, letting his senses take in his surroundings, the smell of the wood surrounding the building, the candles being consumed by the fire that lights them, the soft sound of the wood every time someone moves or walks around the place, the feeling of the light entering from the stained glass, and…
That smell, that soft smell of roses from someone Matt never noticed before, the sound of your breathing, that smell of roses, the way you would hum something softly so nobody could hear but only you. It was infuriating; it was something new that Matt never noticed in this place. Was she new?
Matt's hand started going into faster strokes in the thought of only remembering how you smelled, imagining how you would smell if he had you here with him, doing him a handjob.
“Oh..fuck” He moaned quietly, as if he was too loud, someone would know what he was thinking and the things that he was imagining with you.
Before he could think about what he was doing, he was so close to you already. You were on your knees, praying. From his senses, he could hear the soft jingle of a necklace, a cross, and also from the sound of your movements and the little air that circulated in the church, he could hear the movement of the dress you were wearing…a nun?
He was gonna walk away, try to ignore this feeling that was growing in his chest, but your voice…your sweet voice that sounded as if it was covered in soft and sweet honey.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, can I help you?”
Your voice became an echo in Matt’s mind, thinking of that sentence over and over again, thinking of you asking that before you would put your mouth on his thick and long cock of his, taking him so well, imagining how your mouth would feel, so warm and perfect.
The moment he felt the heat in his lower belly grow until going wild, Matt was hitting his orgasm so fast and heavy that he let a heavy moan rip through his throat. He could feel his semen going over his stomach and hand. He caressed his tip, trying to hit the overstimulation until he was satisfied enough, letting a little whine get away from his lips.
He knew this was wrong; he knew that imagining you, the new nun from the Clinton Church, was so bad, but every time he would smell that rose scent and the way your heartbeat sounded, he was a gonner, he would sin if it was for you.
“Can I help you?”
Remembering this brings him some kind of peace, some peace he didn't know he needed until now. He moves his head to the sound of your voice, remembering that you asked him something and that the sound of your heartbeat could wait a little.
“I'm sorry, I was just…” He couldn’t think of any excuse, as if your presence itself was making his brain go too much from your existence. It was somehow stressful; he never fails to say the right thing. He was a lawyer, for god's sake! He made a living by saying the right thing at the right time. If Foggy saw him like this with a girl, he would laugh at him so hard.
“Are you new?” Matt asked so curiously. He couldn't avoid it.
You were about to respond, but Matt noticed some steps he knew very well since he was a kid, and that made him tense a little, as if Father Lantom might read his mind about how a few moments ago he was savoring one of his new nuns at his church. Deep inside, Matt even felt disgusted by it, but he couldn't help it, not with you. You were too…tempting, as if the devil himself had dragged you here to torment him of something he couldn't have.
“Matthew, I see you have met our new personnel.” Father Lantsom smiled at you while nodding to you in a greeting. If he knew that Matt's heart was exploding in his chest, he didn't make it noticeable.
“Father Lantsom,” You greeted back. Matt almost fainted with the sweetness of your voice; you sounded so soft and kind, and he was just short-circuited from you. What was wrong with him? he wanted to slap himself for being such…such a perv!
“Yeah, I…yeah, I have,” Matt said as if it was the hardest thing he had to say in weeks, as if he didn't go out of a trial a few days ago where he talked about subjects harder and stronger than this. This was just confirming that he met you! nothing more! Matt fixed his glasses as if his life depended on it, and after some minutes, he then realised he had to introduce himself. He was all over the place today. He extended his hand to you, politely and welcomingly, as he has always been with anyone. “Matt Murdock”
You shake his hand with a soft smile introducing yourself to Matt, you notice the folding cane he was using, and also the glasses gave a very good hint, you noticed instantly that he was blind, but you didn't mind a bit, it intrigued you more to meet him, but then the words of Father Lantom broke the train of thought you were both having.
“Well, I leave you two to meet each other.” Said Father Lantom, giving a little palm into Matt’s shoulder, “Don't do something i wouldn't do?”
“Didn't plan it on it.” He gave Father Lantom a little sarcastic smile that almost looked genuine, and with that, he left you two alone.
Matt, keep thinking about how he shared more interactions with you and your sweet self, but he knew it was wrong, you were a nun. You were committed to god by choice. You would never choose him; besides that, you couldn't even have a relationship after you were now a NEW NUN. If he got in the way, it would be a big mistake for him as a catholic and you as a nun. It would be the scandal of the year, and he knew he would never forgive himself if he did something that would damage your image in the church.
He gave it a turn in his head over and over and over again, and every time he saw how the situation was, he saw new consequences and barriers that got in the way of him not getting involved with you. New reasons came to make him realise this was the worst idea he had ever had. But all those thoughts would make him want to kiss you and take you to his bed and fuck you until you couldn't even say anything, just his name over and over like a prayer.
With the days passing over him, it became weeks, and the feeling of your presence was beginning to be infuriating. Matt started thinking he had an addiction to you, about your smell, about how you moved, how your voice sounded every time you talked to him. Every Sunday, he went to church, and you asked why he didn’t go last week, if he was absent because of his patrols in hell kitchen. You were perfect, but so forbidden.
Today, he had a bad patrol. He came to his apartment tired and so done with what happened today, he just wanted to lie down and rest. Just with the thoughts of how tomorrow he will get to work and see foggy once again after everything that has happened this week.
That same Sunday morning, you tangle his arm with his to guide him to the pews to take a seat, and in the way, your fingers caressed his forearm. Maybe you did it unconsciously, but Matt totally noticed. He shouldn't be bothered so much by it, but the smell of roses plus the caress? He was wrapped in your finger, and you didn't even know it. The thought of it made him fall asleep like a baby, and he thought that would be it for the day.
He was laying on his bed, relaxed and sleeping on his soft sheets, until he felt that soft pleasure from something warm around his cock. It felt so good, he whined so pathetically about it. He started waking up, and he reached his hand down his torso, and then he felt the soft hair of the person who was giving him head. From the touch of it, he knew it was you, it had to be you and no one else. No one else could give him head as you did.
His hips met your throat, and he heard the soft gasp and gag of your throat. His fingers tangle against your hair, making it sting with the force Matt is using, but you didn't even flinch; you took it as an encouragement. You bob your head up and down his long cock, trying to take everything you can. spit going all the way into his length down into his base and pubic hair, feeling how your jaw is starting to sore and struggle with his size, but you didn't care, you didn't mind.
“Yeah…take it–fuck” He moaned while he stared helping you in the pace “Atta girl.” He keeps moaning while tugging at your hair.
You caress his balls while bobbing your head, trying to take him fully. You gag uncontrollably around him, making him moan your name like a prayer. You can't seem to stop by the moans and whimpers Matt is pulling without being ashamed of being loud. He is enjoying it; you can feel it by the way his hips are going up to match your pace, but he wants more than just your mouth. He needs you.
He pulls you away from his cock the moment he feels he is so close to the edge. He doesn't want to cum in your mouth—he isn’t against it, though. Maybe another time—but he has other plans in mind. He pulls your head by grabbing you by the neck while his thumb is in your jaw, dragging you up his body to then devour you like a man who has been starving for months.
The kiss is pure tongue, teeth, and spit. Matt can even taste himself on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth because of it. eating you whole until neither of you can breathe. He manhandles you so easily that just the thought of it could make him cum so fast.
He turns you, grabbing you by your waist, so you are laying on your back. Matt doesn't break the kiss at any moment. not even a single bit, and when he does, he puts his thumb on your lips to feel them all swollen, and it's so stimulating that his cock is hurting from how hard he is getting right now.
“I need to fuck you,” He groaned, already reaching for the drawer in his nightstand where he knew where the condoms where but he felt your soft hand against his arm. Stopping him.
“We don't need it…” You said, dragging his hand to palm your left bare breast and squeeze it while his thumb passed over your already hard nipple, making you more sensitive than you already were. “We can do it bare…if you want.”
Matt felt like he was in heaven. He shut you up with a heavy kiss, moaning into your mouth, “You don't need to tell me twice, darling.” He smirked while he nipped and licked your tits for a while before stroking his cock once or twice before starting entering you.
He tried to go slow, he really did, but you felt so good. so tight while you were feeling that big stretch of your walls that it was going to painfully but Matt was too selfish for his own good, so he bottomed out into the hilt so quickly you started tearing up and squirming from feeling so full.
“Matt…is too much.” You whined. Your body pulling away from him, but Matt grips you from your hips, keeping you in place.
“Shh, Shh, it's alright, I'm gonna make you feel good.” He coos into your ear while he cups your cheek. After some minutes, he started moving softly, until only his tip was inside you and going back again. he worked you up until he felt your face and body relax into him.
“Good–so good for me already,” He murmured, kissing your neck and making his thrusts more noticeable and less soft. He could feel your walls sucking him so tight by the minute, it was driving him crazy. He started grinning into your pussy, making you whine. You didn’t know if it was because it was too much or because you wanted more. You were so cock-drunk already, and this was just the beginning of it.
Time was blurring, a moment collapsing with another. Matt couldn't remember how many times he had already made you go over the edge, four times. five? Matt couldn't recall, but he knew it was a lot since you were so fucking wet, in and out, the sounds he was hearing were so pornographic and obscene. all those wet sounds with every thrust and skin slapping with skin. Matt himself had come already two times that he could remember, and he wasn't stopping anytime soon.
He had you on your stomach now. Feeling his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. He knew you were already so gone since you just moaned with every thrust he gave you, drooling over his pillow.
“Just one more baby, one more. You can manage, can’t you?” he would coo to you every time he started to feel your orgasm close, or his. His thrust will get harder and faster. Your ass is bouncing every time Matt closes the gap between you, while unconsciously, your hips were lifting to match his thrusts. Matt liked that about you.
“You want one more baby? You greedy little slut.” That somehow makes you want more from him, since you were sucking him so nicely into your little hole. Matt groaned from the feeling going even faster while his hand reached over your already oversensitive puffy clit and started stimulating it once again. You whined so loud and high pitched it made Matt want to come all over you once more.
Matt was so high from pleasure that the thought of what he was doing was blurring one to another. he could only grab you by the hips and keep going until he finished
“One more, one more.” He keeps telling himself and you to keep himself from drowning in this desire and arousal. After a few more hard thrusts and him overstimulating you, he reached his orgasm with you along, painting your velvet walls white from his sweet cum while your juice goes all over his dick. He wanted to say something to do something more after it. But he finally woke up.
He was sweaty, panting, and very, very warm from the dream he just had. It was the most vivid dream he ever had in his life. He couldn't imagine he had a wet dream after all this. This was going into a limit he couldn't control. He moved, trying to calm himself, but then he felt the wet feeling in his underwear. He had cum all over his underwear with this dream. Now, how will he look at you now?! “This is so wrong,” he groaned, hiding himself from the world with his hands over his face.
After the most embarrassing morning he could have had all week, he was tired. This desire was becoming a problem for him. He couldn't sleep without thinking of that wet dream he had about you. He barely eats since he is tired from the lack of sleep. His only source of energy was coffee and sometimes an apple he would grab from the fridge. However, this was taking a level of problematic, and even Matt himself was noticing the toll it was taking on him.
But when he talked to you when he got to the church? He was a goner. He would bring you flowers every time he could; he didn’t know if they were pretty enough, but he knew he picked them well, and you were happy everytime so that made him happy.
The talks you two would have on a bench outside the church were always simple. Nothing too complicated to make him think too much and get overwhelmed because of it, but nothing too short. He treasure thouse moments with you because he knew that whatever you would say to him would make him feel at ease and in control once more after so long.
People around Matt started noticing the decay, but also how, after going to church, he seemed more at ease. Foggy was one of those who completely noticed at first glance. He tried to get Matt to talk to him, but he knew he wouldn't get much. Matt was hard to get to confess stuff, more so if it was something from his personal life. The only thing Foggy told him was “Just don't get too much over the edge okey? I know how you can close yourself, and don't let go of stuff, it's not healthy.”
Matt actually thought of what Foggy said. Most of the time, he didn't give it much thought, but this time, he did, and maybe things were already going over the edge. More than he wanted to. And before he knew it, one day he was going to church very early in the morning.
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned,” Matt vowed his head, trying to ground himself and actually do it. He was sitting in the confessional after so long. It felt strange, but something that had to be done. “I confess that I have sinned in my thoughts, in my words, and in my actions… I need your guidance, father”
Matt knew Father Lantsom would help him. He always knew what to say, but…this was different. He also knew that he knew what he meant by “sinned in my thoughts.” He noticed how he got too close to you; Matt wasn't like that so easily, and Lantsom was no fool.
“It's been too long since my last confession. And maybe I should have come sonner father, but…I just couldn't bring myself to speak up.” Matt took away his red glasses, overwhelmed by what he had to say.
“What is it that is bothering you?” Lantsom asked as calmly as ever. If he knew what Matt was gonna say or not, he didn't show. He just let Matt say it as he needed to say it. which deep down, Matt appreciated that.
“I have been thinking a lot about…someone..who I shouldn’t, but my brain is betraying me with these dreams and these thoughts of her, and it's like a disease I cannot get rid of, and I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to do to stop it.” He stopped for a moment to take a breath to get his thoughts right, and then he said it, what he feared the most about this. “But deep down I think I don't want to make it stop…I want more, and I know that I'm greedy for it, but I just can't stop it…deep down I want her.”
The silence consumes the confessionary. This was a lot to take in. Matt was so afraid of his own feelings towards you because it meant betraying his own beliefs and what he had been taught since he had a memory. On the other hand, Father Lantsom knew somehow that it was about you; he had seen it. How you and Matt talk every time he comes by, Matt bringing you flowers, Matt being so close to your personal space. It was weird, but Father Lantsom also knew that you were kind and polite, you wouldn't push Matt aside, but you didn’t had feeling for Matt like Matt had for you.
Matt’s feelings were so close to turning into an obsession for you; he knew how you smelled, the sound of your heartbeat, the sounds of your footsteps every time you got closer, how your hair texture felt in the tip of his fingertips, even he knew your schedule at the church, at what time you prayed, you cleaned, when you help at the Saint Agnes Orphanage, even the time you arrive and when you leave home. He had all the resources to find you if he wanted to, and it was scaring him how deep he was into you.
But you…you had your mind in your religion. Yes, you were kind and sweet to Matt, but you were with everybody; you were a kind soul who helped the unwanted and the ones who needed saving. That's why you became a nun, but somehow you managed to meet Matt, and he had been the kindest person you have ever met. Of course, you had other friends at the church, but Matt was different, and you knew that maybe he liked you in a way he shouldn’t, but he was still kind and treated you right. Is it bad to want someone like that in your life? You didn't think so.
“Matthew, I know this is hard, I know you want to change, but I do need to know this…”
“Don't make me say it, Father.” Matt had his hands over his face.
“I need to know if it's about sister-” But before he could continue, Matt was already getting up, ready to leave the confessionary.
“I won't say it…pretend I wasn't here today okey? If you see her, tell her I didn't came today, invent something, I don't know…just don’t.”
Before Father Lantsom could say something else to try to calm Matt down and talk, he left, saying something like “I knew this was a bad idea.” Matt took his jacket with him and went to a secluded chapel around the church to pray by himself. He didn't like the idea of Father Lantsom seeing him in the main chapel and continuing with his stupid interrogation. Matt just wanted peace. He was on his knees, praying for this to stop, for something to change and make him go back on track to his normal life before you, but he knew he didn't want that; he enjoyed your company, maybe more than he should.
“Matthew?”
That voice, the smell of roses. He didn't even have to ask or say anything to know who it was. It was you. The last thing he needed right now was you–ironically–He was done with you, he had to, for the good of you and himself. But you were a drug, a drug Matt couldn't escape even if he wanted to, and he was a bout to relapse into you.
“Today is not a good day, sister.”
“Sister,” Not even by your name, but by your religious title. You knew something was wrong the moment he didn't call you by your name, with that soft edge he would use when he was around you.
“Is something wrong, Matthew? Father Lantsom is looking for you.” Matt didn't even respond; he kept his head down, avoiding your presence, as if you didn't exist and he wanted you not to exist and breathe the same air as him.
“Matt, do you need any help? I can-”
“Stop it, please stop saying that,” He said softly, almost a whisper, still kneeling in front of the chapel.
“I just want to-”
“I don't need you, okay?!” He shouted, finally getting up and looking up at you. He had his glasses on, but you could notice the troubled expression on his face even with them. “I don't need your help, okay?...not today.” And with that, he just left, left you alone in the chapel, being so confused about what you could have done wrong or if he had other stuff bothering him. You stayed worried almost all day, thinking if Matt was okay after all.
Matt got home frustrated, tired, and mostly troubled. He didn’t know what to do with you anymore, he…he loved you, he loved you so much it hurt that he knew he couldn't have you, and knowing his desire grew more and more by the days that passed and how long he spent with you, talking to you and appreciating all of you.
He decided that it was better to forget about this, make as if nothing ever happened, and go to sleep. Try to rest. Recover all the energy he had lost over the days. He took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and he lay on his stomach, hugging the pillow from the headboard and closing his eyes to find some rest.
...
Matt lifted his head, but instead of feeling his pillow, he felt your naked soft skin; you were both bare. Matt lifted his head and started kissing your breast, as softly as he could ever be. He closed his mouth over your nipple and suck until it was a deep red. He kept doing that to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand travels over your bare folds and teases your clit while sucking your breast.
“Already so soaked for me baby,” he murmured without stopping the licking on your breasts and the kisses, he was so pleasure drunk right now, he didn't know what he was doing, but the moment he inserted a finger in your pussy and feel your gummy wall, you made the most delicious sound he could have heard that woke him up so suddenly from his high.
“You like that, honey? I know you do,” he stared, twisting and curling his finger while adding another two more fingers of his, preparing you for what's to come. When he felt your walls start to squeeze his fingers, he pulled them away, making you whine about the loss of pleasure. “Shh, shh, calm down, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
He stroked his cock once and twice. His tip was already so flushed red and harder than expected. His tip is already with pre-cum. While he strokes himself, he spreads the pre-cum over his cock as a lubricant. He kissed you deeply, then aligned himself into your entrance, and without warning or preparation, he pushed balls deep into you with a heavy thrust. You gasped at the burn from the stretch, holding yourself from his bicep, your nails digging into his skin, making him groan at the pain that turned into more pleasure from his part, and your walls squeezing so deliciously his long dick.
Tonight, he would thrust into you so harshly without even thinking of remorse for how fast or hard he was going. He heard all the whines and moans you would let out with every time he met your hips with every thrust. His thrust became so hard that the headboard from his thrusts was making it hit the wall repeatedly, but he ignored it. He was so close to the edge he didn't want to stop, he wanted to fill you up and make you his right there, in his bed with his hands over your hips and squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, making you even more sensitive.
The hits from the headboard where staring to be so loud he couldn't even hear your moans anymore, it was soft but not so loud anymore, but he kept going. “I'm gonna fill you up so badly, baby. Would you let me?”
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Yes…yes, please, Matty, filled me up”. You moaned and whined while saying it. Somehow, the thought of your pussy full of Matt’s cum made you squeeze him harder, making Matt thrust even harder than he already was. Both of you thought he might break up the bed, but that wasn't important right now. The headboard keeps rocking and hitting the wall. If the wall didn't break, it would be the bed, or even both. He was so close to the edge, his balls were starting to feel so hard from all his cum and arousal.
“Gonna. Fill. You. Up,” he emphasized every word with a thrust until then he stared, emptying his seed over your velvety walls, he fell back into your chest, tired from all the energy from the night.
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He got up from his bed all sweaty, panting, and still lying over his stomach, his chest, and face were all sweaty. He felt as if he had run a marathon, and the sound from what he thought was the sound of a headboard hitting the wall in his dream was actually the door from his apartment. The noise was like an echo through the whole apartment, making it annoying
“Who the fuck is at my door?” He groaned to himself, passing a hand over his face. He felt awful, mostly because of the energy wasted in his dream. he sleep to gain energy, not waste it. When the noise didn't cease, he lost it.
“Coming! I'm coming!” He screamed at whoever was at the wall, and finally it shut up for a bit, which gave him time to just grab a thin jacket he had around and didn't even sip it on, he was just too tired to remember he didn't have a t-shirt on and that whoever was at the door would see all his six pack with his chest hair.
He didn't know who was behind the door, but the moment he opened it and was greeted by the presence that sat in front of him, there was no doubt who it was. Roses and that sound of a heartbeat, where music to his ears, he knew better than anyone, but he also noticed the frown created on your face the moment he opened the door, supposedly by the panting, the sweating, and him not having a shirt. Matt was left out of words since how he appeared in front of you and how the imagined that his mind had done a few minutes ago from his brain was still very vivid in his mind. He knew that if he talked, he would say something stupid. So you talked first.
“Matthew? Are you ok? Why are you panting?” You sounded really worried. thank god you were naive, he thought.
“Sister, I… I'm fine. What are you doing here this late at night?” he said, trying to sound as calm and nonchalant as possible to hide his still very prominent boner.
“I just got so worried you left so upset…I made cookies for you,” He heard how you lifted the basket you had, and indeed the smell of the cookies was very prominent and…delicious. “May I come in?” You said so sweetly, how could he say no? Without hesitation, he pulls aside.
“Yeah, yeah, come in.” He said, clearing his throat to keep his calm. He wasn’t, and he probably would never be beside you, but right now, he had you, not as much as he wanted and dreamed of, but it was something, and Matt wouldn’t stop those dreams. Maybe he didn’t want to take them away at all since it seemed it was the only place he could have you all to himself. This was all he needed. Even if it was a sin, it was his greed that made him act, and he wasn't sorry for it. not now…or ever.
The ending was somehow kind of lazy, but UGH! I'm such a slut for Matt Murdock that man can do whatever he wants to me. This was such a fun writing, and let's get fcking real, I was horny as fuck while writing it. Also, writing it with a heated rivalry soundtrack? peak
When you started dating Steve, it was a simple thing. It was easy to love him because of who he was. He was kind and sweet, he could take you anywhere you wanted, he would visit every time he could, and on most nights, he would climb over to your window and stay the night. It has become a routine by now.
It also became a routine for Steve, a few weeks ago, to want to fuck you first thing in the morning.
He would move over to you and caress the side of your hips softly to make you wake up, playing with the hem of your leg wear. It doesn't matter if it's your pjs shorts or your plush pants you wear to sleep, and when you don't wake up immediately, he would groan into your ear while he whispers the most filthy stuff like “I need your tight pussy, sweetheart” or “please, I need your pussy right now.” until you give him the attention he desires.
Before you know it, he is getting on top of you and pulling your pants away, along with your underwear, and looking at how your pussy is already gushing with your juice with just the thought of him fucking you so early in the morning. Steve looks up at you with a smirk and caresses your cheek. “You are already so soaked for me, baby. You need me so bad?”
He coos to you as if he weren't the one getting you up so early in the morning because he needs to be inside you so bad. He runs his fingers over your juicy slit, collecting your juice to then caress your puffy clit, which is demanding his attention. He circles it, barely giving you the pressure you needed. You shiver at the feeling and whimper softly, guetting use to the pleasure growing on your lower belly. Steve holds you from your hips to stop you from squirming closer.
He praises you so much, but with your own pleasure building up, you can only hear a few like “You look so beautiful.” “This pussy wants me so bad dont it?” or “I should have woken you earlier, knowing you were this needy.”
When he finally enters you, it’s a big stretch from his big dick. You knew he was big; it wasn't news to anybody, but every time you and Steve had sex, it was as if it was your first time taking his dick fully.
Steve could see the bulge growing in your lower belly from his cock, and it was making him go faster without meaning to. You always let a moan when his tip kisses your cervix, and your moans are getting louder by the minute. He loves it so much that he could make you so cock-drunk with only a few thrusts. He would mock and tease you while his thrusts were getting harder and faster, chasing his own edge as yours too.
“What's wrong, baby? You can take it, can't you? Such a big girl for my big cock.” You love to hear him say things like that, when he says that, your walls choke on his cock a little more, while sucking him inside you.
He lets a groan at the feeling of it, and his tempo starts losing control. His thrusts are sloppy and uneven, so you know he is close to the edge, as you are too. “Fuck, baby, you like that? You like how–fuck–you like how dirty I talk to you?” he would say while panting over the sudden change.
Before you know it, with feeling his cock fully inside you and his balls slapping in your ass with each thrust, you are going over the edge with just his words combined with the feeling. After a few thrust he hits his own orgasm just a little after you, and he ends up collapsing on top of you. Both of you all sweaty, panting, and skin reddish from the high.
You know this won't be the last time, but deep down. You are always in delight for Steve wanting you so early in the morning.
God i love Steve so much, and I'm also such a slut for him lets get fcking real. I literally woke up at 6 am to write this, but it came up pretty well, and I'm happy. I just need Steve Harrington to come to my house and fuck me the whole day. UGH!
When you started dating Steve, it was a simple thing. It was easy to love him because of who he was. He was kind and sweet, he could take you anywhere you wanted, he would visit every time he could, and on most nights, he would climb over to your window and stay the night. It has become a routine by now.
It also became a routine for Steve, a few weeks ago, to want to fuck you first thing in the morning.
He would move over to you and caress the side of your hips softly to make you wake up, playing with the hem of your leg wear. It doesn't matter if it's your pjs shorts or your plush pants you wear to sleep, and when you don't wake up immediately, he would groan into your ear while he whispers the most filthy stuff like “I need your tight pussy, sweetheart” or “please, I need your pussy right now.” until you give him the attention he desires.
Before you know it, he is getting on top of you and pulling your pants away, along with your underwear, and looking at how your pussy is already gushing with your juice with just the thought of him fucking you so early in the morning. Steve looks up at you with a smirk and caresses your cheek. “You are already so soaked for me, baby. You need me so bad?”
He coos to you as if he weren't the one getting you up so early in the morning because he needs to be inside you so bad. He runs his fingers over your juicy slit, collecting your juice to then caress your puffy clit, which is demanding his attention. He circles it, barely giving you the pressure you needed. You shiver at the feeling and whimper softly, guetting use to the pleasure growing on your lower belly. Steve holds you from your hips to stop you from squirming closer. He likes the control he has in this moment.
He praises you so much, but with your own pleasure building up, you can only hear a few like “You look so beautiful.” “This pussy wants me so bad dont it?” or “I should have woken you earlier, knowing you were this needy.”
When he finally enters you, it’s a big stretch from his big dick. You knew he was big; it wasn't news to anybody, but every time you and Steve had sex, it was as if it was your first time taking his dick fully.
Steve could see the bulge growing in your lower belly from his cock, and it was making him go faster without meaning to. You always let a moan when his tip kisses your cervix, and your moans are getting louder by the minute. He loves it so much that he could make you so cock-drunk with only a few thrusts. He would mock and tease you while his thrusts were getting harder and faster, chasing his own edge as yours alike.
“What's wrong, baby? You can take it, can't you? Such a big girl for my big cock.” You love to hear him say things like that, when he says that, your walls choke on his cock a little more, while sucking him inside you.
He lets a groan at the feeling of it, and his tempo starts losing control. His thrusts are sloppy and uneven, so you know he is close to the edge, as you are too. “Fuck, baby, you like that? You like how–fuck–you like how dirty I talk to you?” he would say while panting over the sudden change.
Before you know it, with feeling his cock fully inside you and his balls slapping in your ass with each thrust, you are going over the edge with just his words combined with the feeling. After a few thrust he hits his own orgasm just a little after you, and he ends up collapsing on top of you. Both of you all sweaty, panting, and skin reddish from the high.
You know this won't be the last time, but deep down. You are always in delight for Steve wanting you so early in the morning.
God i love Steve so much, and I'm also such a slut for him lets get fcking real. I literally woke up at 6 am to write this, but it came up pretty well, and I'm happy. I just need Steve Harrington to come to my house and fuck me the whole day. UGH!
Thinking about Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne x Singer! reader
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who, the moment he got hired to protect you, was not used to your explosive personality, since you are like that by how you perform at your concerts, but after a month, he is more than used to how you are, and even you would tease him about him softening to you.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who stared staying more often inside your house when you noticed him lingering in his car to keep watch, but you couldn't handle him being outside in the bad weather or just in the dark of the night, so you made him come in one night, and after that, he knows you will scold him if he stays outside.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne who, in one of your many concerts, you found him vibing to the song you were singing, and it made you smile, but you, being you, started teasing him in the middle of the concert about how cute he looked, and after that, your fans started bringing signs that said, “You gonna show me a dance Bodyboy?”. You always laugh about them, but you can see Bruce being all scarlet because of it, and he blames you every time.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who started getting jealous at gifts fans gave you. Mostly if they were men. He knew you were famous, that's why you hired him, but he couldn't stop it. He once even took all your gifts and inspected them as if they were dangerous when they were just cards and bracelets. He didnt trow anything away, but after a while of him doing that, you notice he was jealous, and somehow you got happy he was.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne who, after a few more months of staying inside your house, things started to get more domestic but also more intimate, conversations linger until the darkest of the night, you both made dinner as if the house was Bruce’s and yours, touches linger longer than it should while passing between each other, and every time the tension of the situation was growing and growing.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who, one day, after an incident at your concert, he got you out so fast that when he got all of it under control, he checked on you in the backstage area like ten times because he was so anxious of somethig actually happening to you, and most importantly, under his watch.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who drives you to your hotel as he always did but the silence lingers between you as tension, and you can't both shake the fact about how Bruce reacted and what almost happened to you. You wanted to speak of it, but you just couldn't.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who enters your room to make sure you are safe, but you confront him because he was hovering over you as if you were gonna break any moment, and you knew it was not because of him being your bodyguard, this was something more. So you are surprised the moment he snapped and told you he was scared of something happening to you because he wouldn't forgive himself if that happened.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who, after that little fight you both had, had to kiss you and fucks you so hard when you actually begged him for it, and now you were pinned to the mattress of the hotel room and his balls were deep inside your pussy, who was waiting for him all this time for his cock, while he overstimulates you and fucks you until you are too cock-drunk to even speak besides his name.
Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne, who, after leaving you so worked up and full of his cum that you could feel it dripping over your puffy folds, he kisses you softly over your cheeks and promises you he will never leave your side because that would kill him more than anything.
And when rumors of Bodyguard! Bruce Wayne being with you romantically starts to go around the internet? He takes care of it because it is what a boyfriend and a bodyguard will do for you.
I finished this so fast i was so surprised that it didn't take me that long! But I hope you like it, and that's it. I'll try to write between the days since I'm gonna start working and I'm gonna be away most of the day, but on break days I'll try to write everything I have. Thanks for reading. Reblogs and likes are always welcome!
Guys, something came up, and I will have to delay the Matt Murdock fanfic. IM SORRY!! but ill give you Steve Harrington and Bruce Wayne drabbles that I got and that are short, so you won't miss me. Don't miss me much!
